so matt's absolutely giving scorched earth orders behind the scenes right. Not only are publically visible transfems dropping like flies, but every third person who musters up the audacity to comment negatively on Staff or Matt about this vanishes fucking instantly
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).
I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.
Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.
We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.
Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.
A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.
Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare
I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.
These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.
MY Father Income
Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future
My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.
As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.
When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.
We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.
As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.
Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.
Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.
I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.
Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
Happy pride month, here's my androgynous creature. not even their creator knows their pronouns
*drops this and runs away*
Why the fuck is the horse called "tin can"
good art tho two thumps ub
Alex Cloudmill and also Tin Can!! I'm counting this as the first instillation of me going crazy and drawing every character in the sso journal.
I'm never deleting tiktok
Rafah is currently under bombardment, so I will spreading as much links as I can possibly can. If I miss any, please add on if you can
Help Mayar and her family
Help Nour
Help Marah Owda escape Gaza
Help Sobhe and his family escape Gaza
Help Razan and family escape from Gaza
Help Ahmed’s family escape Gaza
Help the Zamli family evacuate
Help this handicapped child escape Gaza
Help this family get out of Gaza
Help this family evacuate
Help Salah’s family
Help evacuate this family to safety
Help this family survive
Help Zayn’s family
Help Mohammed’s family
Help Abdullah Salem’s family
Help Dalia Masoud and her family
Help Mahmoud’s family
Help Eyad’s family
Help Osama’s family evacuate
Help Dr. Abdelwahab and his family
Help this displaced family
Help Abood and his family leave Gaza
Help Lara Sharif evacuate her family to safety
Help secure this family
Help Muhammed evacuate his family
Help Walid and family escape
Help Sarah Aljamal and her family
Help Walaa and her family evacuate from Gaza
Help Aya evacuate her sick mother from Gaza
Help Mohamed Zaqout’s brother escape Gaza
Help Bayan Meghari and her family
Help evacuate this injured father out of Gaza
Help Hossam and his family
Help evacuate the Abu Halabia family
Help treat Mulataf who has brain disease
Help a family of 7 evacuate Gaza
Help this child with cerebral palsy evacuate
Help Abdalla Mughari and his family
Help the Alashi family
Help Ghadeer Saeed’s family
Help Yousef and Khaled Al-Sultan’s family
Help Firas protect his family
Help Moneer and his family
Help Aya Adham get treatment for her hematoma
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Please keep Palestine in your minds tonight and onwards even with distractions like the Oscars, helping the people is more important
IT’S PRIDE MONTH, BITCHES! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
But seriously, this is my first pride month fully out of the closet, which just makes this one all the more special. Things aren’t amazing right now for a lot of queer people in America, or even around the world, but this month is celebrating that we have survived another year of people trying to put us down. Happy pride month everyone, I love y’all.
This blog has no consistent purpose, but if you wanna hang out, I got soup in the back. He/They, Bi, and fueled by caffiene, spite, and an endlessly shifting catalogue of fandoms. Blog is queer friendly. TERFs, Trump-supporters, and bigots of all kinds DNI. Free Palestine.
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