“I Don’t Know What My Goals Are, No. Thanks For Asking.”

My Family in Gaza: Stuck in a Vicious Cycle of Pain, Displacement and Death

I experienced the traumatic experience of displacement four times with my family in Gaza before I was evacuated alone to Ireland with the help of my Irish college.

No words can describe the fear that engulfs us when we see thousands of leaflets in our sky dropped from Israeli warplanes ordering us to leave for other places that are just as dangerous. It is a tedious and terrible process of packing everything we need, begging bus drivers over the phone (mostly with a feeble phone signal) to come and pick us up at any cost. Unfortunately, displacement and running from death became the daily routine of adults and children alike in Gaza.

When displaced, sniper bullets and indiscriminate heavy bombardment are not the only risks that face my family and other people. Another life-threatening problem facing people in Gaza is the sewage flooding the streets of Gaza after Israel deliberately destroyed most of the infrastructure. This led to the spread of fatal viruses and diseases like Poliomyelitis as announced by the Ministry of Health in Gaza.

It pains my heart that my beloved city Gaza has turned into an apocalyptic ghost city where innocent people, children and adults, are indiscriminately killed daily. It is shocking to see this becoming normalized and the extent to which the world has become desensitized. What happened to humanity and human rights?! When will we see a ceasefire and be able to hug and reunite with our families?! When will we wake up from this never-ending nightmare?

The Lifeless corpses of innocent Palestinians decompose in the streets of Gaza and under the rubble. These bodies become food for stray dogs. I wonder what hopes and dreams the person had before he was killed. Did it hurt? Was he scared? Was it fast or painfully slow?! Does he/ she have children? Does his/her family know?! Was he/she unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?! Most importantly, how does one decide what is a wrong place and a wrong time to be when every place and every time in Gaza is wrong?! Survival is nothing but a matter of luck in Gaza.

Imagining that this could be the fate of my family makes me go insane with heart-stopping fear!

With the increasing escalation in the region, hope for a ceasefire in Gaza fades away and I have to live every second of every day with the haunting thoughts that my family could be the next to leave this cruel world brutally. Therefore, I am exerting all efforts to get them out of Gaza and hopefully reunite with them in Ireland where I am continuing my studies.

I cannot do that without your help. Decide today to play a significant role in saving my family in Gaza including many children with a prosperous future ahead of them.

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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

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If you have no other option, you will succeed.

RWBY Gone Woke

Jaune: (Tied up) Damn you, Adam! When I get out of here, I'll-

Adam: You'll do what, human? "Save the day"? I don't think even YOU could stop me now!

Jaune: We'll see about (Breaks free) THAT!

Adam: Dammit, she's free!

Jaune: That's just a taste of what I've got! And now to finish this! (Pulls out gun)

Adam: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out, time out!

Jaune: What?

Adam: You've been carrying a gun this whole time?!

Jaune: Of course I have a gun. I'm a huntsman.

Adam: And with- With this gun, you planned to shoot me?

Jaune: ...Yes.

Adam: Wow! Wow, that- That- That's crazy, man!

Jaune: How is it crazy?

Adam: No punching? No shield tossing? Just- You were gonna just shoot me?!

Jaune: Yeah, that's why I'm here. We- We're fighting, you know. You're a wanted criminal. What, did you think we were fighting this whole time just for me to wag my finger at you?

Adam: It just comes off a little extreme, don't you think?

Jaune: ...You're a terrorist.

Adam: Ah! There it is! Everyone I disagree with is a terrorist!

Jaune: YES! You're the leader of a terrorist organization!

Adam: Aw~! Baby's first buzzwords!

Jaune: You're literally a racial supremacist.

Adam: Oh, it must be so scary, being so far out of your human echo chamber~!

Jaune: Oh, fuck off! Alright, open wide.

Adam: Wait, wait, wait!

Jaune: What?!

Adam: ...So you won't even debate me?

Jaune: ...What?

Adam: You don't even want to have an honest debate with me?

Jaune: An honest debate?

Adam: What, are you too afraid?

Jaune: What is there to debate?! You're a terrorist!

Adam: Then why not debate me?!

Jaune: Why would I- Fine! Fine! I'll debate you! What are we debating?

Adam: ...

Adam: You're trying to trap me.

Jaune: HOW?

Adam: Oh, you'll twist my [SAMPLE TEXT] and make me look like the bad guy, aren't you?

Jaune: YOU'RE WEARING A MASK SHAPED AFTER A GRIMM! YOU ALREADY LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY!

Adam: You know what you have? You have this "woke mind virus" that's been floating around!

Jaune: The fuck are you talking about?!

Adam: I'm sorry to say this, but you're brainwashed. You won't even hear the other side!

Jaune: ALRIGHT, ENOUGH! I see where this is going, and I get it, okay? Woke. Terrorist. I get it. This is all very political, but I don't really care. But you know what? There's one point you made that I kind of agree with; violence doesn't have to be the immediate answer.

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Later, at the combination taco/chicken place...

Adam: Oh my god, you are so right... This is amazing...

Jaune: A taco in one hand, a bucket of mashed potatoes in the other. THAT'S what I think everyone should be free to enjoy!

Adam: I- And I'm not joking when I say this, but when I took just one bite of this with a sip of this iconic soft drink and now my entire ideology has completely changed! I am no longer filled with violence and spite! I believe in... in good shit now! I believe in the popular opinion!

Jaune: Man, that- That is fucking fantastic to hear...

Adam: Isn't it?

Jaune: I was worried that I was going to have to paint the walls with red- with your blood, y'know?

Adam: Yes, my blood is red.

Jaune: And now we're just chillin'! I mean, this is like a reference for me!

Adam: It's good!

Jaune: It's very good!

Adam: Would you like a sip of my iconic soft drink?

Jaune: Nah, sorry, I don't actually like that stuff-

Adam: (Whips out weapon) YOU SON OF A WHORE!

Jaune: WHATAREYOUNOTGONNADEBATE MENOW?! AREYOUNOTGONNA DEBATEME?!

Goodwitch: Alright, class, it's time for some basic math.

Goodwitch: If 55 people are inside of a burning building, and you save 50, how many people still need to save?

Jaune: How many of them are Christian?

Goodwitch: Why does that matter?

Jaune: Well, if they haven't accepted our lord and savior, then should we really save them?

Goodwitch: What?! Of course we still have to save them!

Ruby: Hold on! Jaune has a point. How do we know the remaining people aren't criminals?

Goodwitch: It doesn't matter. It's still our duty to save them.

Nora: Wait, if we're saving criminals, then does that mean we're villains?

Goodwitch: Look, this isn't a question of morality. It's just basic math. What's 55 minus 50?

Blake: 21?

Goodwitch: (Scoffs, Sighs) Get out.

Blake: Aaaw...

Yang: I SAY WE LET THEM ALL BURN!

Goodwitch: For fuck's sake, take the burning building out of the question! Just the math!

Yang: THE MATH CAN BURN, TOO!

Goodwitch: Jesus Christ... Can anyone answer this question?

Weiss: Ma'am, it's five!

Goodwitch: Correct.

Yang: Fucking nerd!

Weiss: Hey!

Yang: What are you gonna do, washboard? Ice-skate at me?!

Class: FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

Goodwitch: ...This class is doomed...