Do We Think "Israel" Brazenly Bragging About Not Allowing Humanitarian Aid Through The Border Will Be

i was wondering why the new office manager always says sorry like a million times whenever she asked me to do something and then i heard my dad (our boss) speak to her and was like ah. you got mickeyed i see.

yeiyeaaah. darkness 🦞 imprisoning me🦞all that i see🦞absolute horror🦞 i cannot live

I'm not constantly sticking the needle on my fingers because I'm shit at sewing by hand. I'm microdosing stab wounds to develop an immunity to daggers.

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

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it's kinda terrifying to see people forget about the events that have transpired in gaza since oct 2023. every tragedy that once created mass outrage was soon forgotten as another tragedy took place.

it's just so disturbing to realise that no palestinian has emerged from this unscathed. everyone has a family member they lost, a friend they miss dearly, a home they long to return to but cannot because it no longer exists.

a very huge part of gaza is rubble. the recent ceasefire has allowed people the chance to attempt to rebuild their lost homes. my friend alaa is one of them. she wants her children to live under a proper roof. please consider helping her out. her fundraiser is verified.

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michael the abortion or whatever

okay yes haha but the catholic church must be annihilated

“From a home full of memories to a fragile tent…”

Once, we had a beautiful home in Gaza, filled with laughter and dreams. But war took it all away, and we were forced to live in a fragile tent for a whole year. No protection from the cold or the heat, and barely enough food to survive. We ate canned food and couldn’t find clean water. The crossings were closed, and hope felt distant.

I never wanted to ask for help or collect donations, but the situation has left me with no choice. Despite everything, we still hold on to life. We dream of peace, of a day when we can live with dignity once again. We long for the simple things—food, comfort, and a chance to live.”

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