I can't stop thinking about the dichotomy of the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound: specifically, the metaphor of a rock in a river.
He is a stone. A constant, unyielding force. Capable of being changed, of course- sharpened into a weapon, stacked into the walls of a prison- but entirely inert.
She is a river. Ebbing and flowing, never retaining a constant shape. The waters can be cleared, deepened, displaced momentarily, but you will not change its course by plunging a hand or a blade into it. You will not still it.
The rock is what moves the stream.
The waters meet this unyielding surface and flow around it. Their path is altered ever so slightly, but it is altered. A well-placed rock can change the trajectory of a river's flow, can be shifted to allow the waters to flow in more directions or with more power, can block it off entirely until it stills to a stagnant pool.
And all the while, changes begin to happen. Things that couldn't, had the rock not been placed. The rock's edges are smoothed and its layers peeled back to reveal glimpses of its core, while imperceptibly tiny pieces of it join the river's flow. They understand each other just a little bit better, now.
Be it a bridge, or a dam, or a reservoir, or simply a stone sitting in a stream... the fact remains that the rock met the river. Change met stagnancy, and something new was created.
Judy needs you, yes you who are reading now, Judy needs you. If you cannot donate, you can participate. Please do not ignore her. Help her regain her health. Thank you very much to all of you.
Please help save my family before it’s too late🍉🚨
On a dark night, we miraculously escaped death after our home was destroyed, but we lost three souls. Wars and massacres have turned our lives into a continuous nightmare, amidst a severe shortage of water and food, where the hope of surviving this genocide has vanished.🥹
My sister, who suffers from Crohn’s disease, saw her condition worsen terribly after losing her son and sister. With the lack of treatment, every passing moment felt like a new nightmare. Our simple dreams of living in safety were shattered, and diseases and famine consumed us just as war had. Yet, despite the collapse that tore through our lives, we clung to a fragile hope that illuminated the darkness of our weary hearts, as if we were fighting death with broken souls.💔🥹
We are in urgent need of your help and support. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in saving our lives and alleviating our suffering. Your donation can restore our hope and provide us with a chance to live with dignity. We seek to start a new life outside Gaza, where we can find safety and opportunities to build a better future. We need you to be our voice and supporters in these challenging times.🍉🙏🏻
Please help me share my campaign or support me, and I would be grateful for that.🙏🏻🤍
Hello 👋,
I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞
The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔
Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. 🙏🕊
Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. ❤🍉
https://gofund.me/58268669 🔗
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Actually, I know April is going to be good to you.
Dear friends,
While you celebrate Christmas, there are people in desperate need, struggling to survive, waiting for your support.
My name is Ghazal Naseer, and I am a 16-year-old girl from northern Gaza.
The war has torn my life apart, separating me from my parents and forcing my siblings and me to live in a tattered tent in southern Gaza.
’ I felling into a deep depression and attempted suicide several times ’
We have nothing no food, no safety, no clean water.
I humbly ask for your support.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference and bring hope back into our hearts.
Please help us and share our story.
Thank you . ❤️
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I am Suheila Alwan, a mother of four daughters and one son. I am 34 years old, but the weight of life and suffering has made me feel much older. We once lived with dignity in a modest home, and my husband’s boat provided for all our needs. But the war has left us with nothing. Our house has been reduced to rubble, and my husband’s boat, our sole source of income, was completely destroyed.
Today, my family and I live in a tent that barely shields us from the cold and rain. My youngest child asks me every day, "Where is our home? When will we go back?" And I find myself standing helpless, unable to answer. My little girls sleep on the hard ground without enough blankets to keep them warm, and my eldest son tries to be strong for his siblings, but he’s just a child—he needs safety and care, things I can no longer provide😭😭😭😭😭
We have no electricity, no clean water, and no consistent access to food. Every day is a struggle to secure even the basics that once felt so ordinary😭😭😭😭😭
I am not asking for much—only for the sake of my children. I wish I could protect them from the biting cold and the hunger that weakens their small bodies. I dream of seeing them smile again, to hear their laughter free from fear and sorrow😭😭😭
I know there are many others suffering like us, but as a mother, I cannot give up on my family. I appeal to you with all the love and desperation in my heart: help us rebuild our lives. Even the smallest gesture of kindness could mean everything to us—a chance to live again with dignity and hope😭😭😭
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why listen to these so-called "experts" when you could listen to me, a guy who visibly isn't well
This is for every person who has a heart and for every person who has emotions and feelings. Have you ever felt the loss of the person you love the most? Have you felt sleeping in a tent in the street while the rain falls on you? Have you experienced your house being bombed on your head and your family dying and you being the only one left and your foot being injured and when you want to treat your foot it is amputated without anesthesia after the occupation destroyed 90% of hospitals? Have you experienced many things that are unjust to humanitarian laws? Feel with us, we are human beings like you. We had jobs and a normal life, but Gaza is no longer the same as before. All those who live in Gaza have lost many things, but now we are looking for something to live on and fate brought me here for you to donate and participate with me. Be with me and fate. Thank you to those who helped with anything. Don’t make me cry. I am waiting for something from you to make me happy. This is not everything. I mentioned some of the pain we are living. You can donate here to make hearts that have been broken happy.
No one wants to leave the country they grew up in, but news like this shows how difficult it is to live in Gaza with homes, schools and hospitals destroyed.
So I hope you can help me evacuate my family from Gaza so that my father can get treatment abroad. I beg everyone who sees this to either donate or participate so that we can get out of this nightmare.
anyway. onto better things