One year gone
One year of killing civilians
One year of bombing hospitals
One year of bombing schools
One year of destroying a whole city
One year of starving people to death
One year of making people leave their homes to live in tents
One year and still the world just watching us dying
One year thousands are missing under the rubble thousands arrested with unknown future
One year of thousands of children lost either one of their parents or both
Thousands lost parts of their bodies
I can’t imagine this will continue for a year
Fuck this world fuck everyone
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Abod is 34 years old, and lives in Al Maghazi camp in Gaza. He is raising money to evacuate himself, his wife Aya, his daughter Leen, his parents, and one of his brothers. Leen was born premature and needs special care. His mother has blood cancer, his father uses a colostomy bag, and his brother is diabetic. Abod is desperate to leave Gaza and build a better life for his family elsewhere.
Abod's life is extremely dangerous. Something I especially want to highlight is the condition of his house. He lives on the top floor of his building, which has no doors and is missing walls. Thin blankets are the only thing separating him and his family from the elements, and the occupation's ammunition.
His daughter Leen just turned one on September 2nd, and she's able to crawl around more every day. What should be an exciting milestone also comes with a lot of dread. Abod has built barriers around the house to try and prevent Leen from crawling where it's most dangerous, but anyone who has young children knows it can be difficult to keep them out of trouble. Parents should not have to worry about their baby falling off the edge of their house, three stories to the ground below. Yet, this is just another everyday terror for Abod and Aya.
Abod and my husband are very close. They talk for hours every single day, sharing their hopes and fears with each other. A couple of weeks ago, gfm flagged Abod's campaign for verification, something you have probably seen happen to a lot of Gazan campaigns (this often leads to them being arbitrarily shut down). My husband assisted Abod with gfm's intense verification process, and thankfully it was successful. His campaign is also finally connected to a friend's bank account so he can receive funds.
Abod's campaign has not received much attention since it was created in June, and donations have been very slow. Abod does not have much hope for his campaign's success. Please help my husband and I prove him wrong.
Please share this post, and give generously and consistently to Abod's campaign. Even small donations add up quickly, so please don't hesitate!
I'm mailing mystery prints to anyone in the US who gives at least $10 (or the euro equivalent), and if you donate any amount and send me an email, I'll send you some comic PDFs (more info here).
Thank you for reading. Here is a video of Leen and her grandfather's cat :-)
Btw if you’re sapphic and love to read you should apply for a free membership on queerliberationlibrary.org to access a ton of queer books on Libby 🤍🤍🤍
🔻Stop , please
Under the tent of hope
On a difficult journey, my family crossed seven stages of displacement, leaving behind a house that was nothing but rubble, and stories telling of pain and loss. A father is suffering under the burden of responsibility, a pregnant mother is waiting for her newborn in a tent, and grandfathers and grandmothers have no choice but to pray for their son and his family turns into a temporary home.
Hope was a name that carried within it a cry for survival, and a pulse of life that refused to be extinguished. In the midst of the harsh events, the family's home was demolished, leaving them with only a tent as a shelter. They faced difficult days, where feelings of fear and anxiety trumped feelings of safety ..
But, failure was not hope. Under these circumstances, family ties strengthened, and the strength of determination to face challenges increased. The father faced the hardship of basic family insurance, while the mother supported him with patience and new determination, waiting for her baby, who would become a symbol of hope.
A family's baby was born in a simple tent, becoming a symbol of continuing life. The family's belief in the meaning of hope will illuminate their path towards a better future. They made the discovery seven times, but they did not give up. Each time, their tent became a symbol of resilience and evil will ..
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You may be a reason to save the life of my family, which suffers from the scourge of lack of nutrition, health, and all the necessities of life 🍉🍉
Valerie June
hear me out
Oh my gosh
This is pure evil. They say 12 employees participated in Oct 7th so they have to stop feeding the entire population????
Dozens of women were arrested from their homes and refugee centers, taken to Yarmouk Stadium in Gaza, their hijabs were removed from their heads, blindfolded, and they were searched. Many of them were subjected to sexual harassment, beatings and abuse. [@/mhdksafa on X. 12/28/23.]
I won't forgive ANYONE who calls themselves a feminist -for remaining silent about this genocide -you ARE complicit. During any and all instances of institutionalized and systematic violence, oppression, and abuse being executed by all imperial and colonial forces around the world -for you to say nothing -shame on ALL of you for cherry picking your 'issues.'
February 28, 2024 - American military veterans burn their uniforms calling for a free Palestine, at a vigil for Aaron Bushnell in Portland, Oregon. [source]
i don't like to yuck people's yum but i have to say that my least favorite thing to come from the current state of Artists on the Internet is the idea of a sketchbook as something nice and pretty and shareable. like i love me a notebook full of gorgeous art don't get me wrong but that is NOT what a sketchbook is. a sketchbook is my friend who i carry around everywhere like a purse chihuahua. it is the physical manifestation of my notes app. it is the container into which i wring my brain out. it is my therapist. and most of all it is filled with absolutely terrible sketches that should never see the light of day.
Don't stop talking about Palestine🇵🇸🍉
nia/nrg they/she 23, black, self-taughtlove butches, femmes, and jolly-green giants
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