Hope - Blog Posts
Merry Christmas (/Happy holidays) to everyone out there!🎂❄️🌞✨️🎄🎊🎁🎉🎀
Be sure to stay at a comfortable temperature wherever you are- Northern Winter or Southern Summer! Wish you all endless joy and love today and forevermore!❤️❤️❤️
May God (or whatever religion you practice) send you good cheer and vibes and hope!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!😁❤️
010125
The sounds of dancing and singing echo through the home that belongs to my friends. Flashes of green red and blue streak across the living room that has already been lit by fairy lights and Christmas tree lights.
He sits beside me and embraces me as I laugh at the joy before me.
It is almost the new year.
Songs go by, and the minutes turn into hours that I’ve been lost in time. The heaviness of sleeping begins to weigh on me.
Tomorrow will be a battle I never thought I’d have to face.
As we all head outside for the last minutes of the old year, he keeps me close. And the winter night, I can hear his heartbeat. We climb up a tree so that we may get to the rooftop.
Scoured upon the roof are our friends, each laughing about memory or talking about things that will be treasured for a lifetime.
He and I lie on our backs, staring at the stars.
We confess our New Year’s resolutions, and start to talk about the idea that maybe one day, we won’t have to part for the night.
I’m so overflowing with love for him. A wonderful future exists so brightly before us, and with him I feel I can do anything.
The outside becomes more quiet as each, and every one of our friends leave for the inside warmth.
We both remain outside, counting down the minutes that are left.
2024 was not kind of me. I have lived a life of travesty and despair. Many people think it’s quite strange, but never once did it seem like I’ve gotten a break from what life throws from me.
But I never been given what was dealt, then I would’ve never met him.
My beloved.
He’s a shining star that sings to me when I cannot speak or breathe. He’s a heart that laughs with me when I have joy to share. Arms that hold me, hands that dry my tears that seldom come.
He is that I wish come true, though I have suffered, I am blessed to know that I love him and that I am loved by him.
Midnight comes and he looks me in the eyes.
He whispers a gentle Happy New Year, cupping my face. The both of us become closer and in the first moment of 2025, we share a kiss—my first kiss.
All of my tears and heartache make sense to me. All of the pain and sorrow, though I have peace of my own, feel as if I was meant for this moment with him.
The love in my soul for him keeps overflowing.
I don’t know what this year has to hold before us. There are bound to be beautiful memories alongside painful ones. Not everything will be easy now that 2024 is dead and gone. But I pray for love, peace, hope and happiness. I pray that I grow more into who I am meant to be and that I am able to see they joy that was always set before me. I pray that he is my last first kiss for all time, and that God above blesses us as much as I have been blessed all of my life. I pray my friends are aware of how much love I have for them, so they may fall asleep never feeling as if they have no one who loves and cares for them.
I pray for you all as well, readers. May your years of tears and laughter find you in 2025 and offer you the beauty of this wonderful world.
友人たちの家に、ダンスと歌声が響き渡る。すでにフェアリーライトやクリスマスツリーのイルミネーションで彩られたリビングルームに、緑と赤と青の閃光が走る。
彼は私の横に座り、目の前の喜びに笑う私を抱きしめた。
もうすぐ新年だ。
歌は過ぎ去り、数分が数時間に変わり、私は時を忘れていた。眠ることの重苦しさが私にのしかかる。
明日は思いもよらない戦いが待っている。
旧年の最後の数分間、私たち全員が外に出るとき、彼は私をそばに置いてくれた。冬の夜、彼の鼓動が聞こえる。私たちは木に登り、屋上に出る。
屋上には私たちの友人たちが集まり、思い出話に花を咲かせたり、一生の宝物について語り合ったりしている。
彼と私は仰向けになり、星空を見つめる。
私たちは新年の抱負を告白し、いつか一晩の別れをしなくて済む日が来るかもしれないという考えを話し始める。
私は彼への愛に溢れている。素晴らしい未来が目の前に広がっていて、彼と一緒なら何でもできる気がする。
友人たちが一人、また一人と暖かい屋内へと去っていく中、外は静まり返っている。
私たちは外に残り、残された時間をカウントダウンする。
2024年は私にとって不運な年だった。私は茶番と絶望の人生を送ってきた。多くの人が奇妙に思うだろうが、私は人生から投げかけられたものから解放されたことがない。
しかし、もし私に与えられたものがなければ、彼に出会うことはなかっただろう。
私の最愛の人。
彼は、私が話すことも息をすることもできないときに歌ってくれる輝く星。私が喜びを分かち合うとき、一緒に笑ってくれる心。彼は私を抱きしめてくれる腕であり、めったに出てこない涙を乾かしてくれる手である。
彼は私の願いをかなえてくれる。私は苦しんだが、私が彼を愛し、彼が私を愛していることを知ることができ、私は恵まれている。
真夜中が訪れ、彼は私の目を見つめた。
彼は私の顔を腕で包み込み、新年おめでとうと優しくささやいた。そして2025年の最初の瞬間、私たちは最初のキスを交わした。
私の涙と心の痛みは、すべて私に理解された。私自身の平安はあるにせよ、すべての痛みと悲しみは彼とのこの瞬間のためにあったように感じる。
私の魂の中の彼への愛は溢れ続けている。
今年は何が待ち受けているかわからない。辛い思い出とともに美しい思い出もあるはずで、2024年が終わった今、すべてが容易ではないだろう。でも、愛と平和と希望と幸福を祈ります。私は、私がなるべき自分にもっと成長し、私の前にいつも定められていた喜びを見ることができるように祈ります。彼が私の人生最後のファーストキスであることを願い、私が人生で祝福されたように、上の神が私たちを祝福してくださるよう祈ります。私の友人たちが、私がどれだけ彼らを愛しているかを知り、彼らを愛し、気にかけてくれる人が誰もいないかのように感じることなく眠りにつくことができるよう祈ります。
読者の皆さんのためにも祈ります。涙と笑いの歳月が2025年にあなたを見つけ、この素晴らしい世界の美しさをあなたに提供しますように。
Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I'm so delirious I actually dare to believe it.
Shatter me, Tahereh Mafi
He wondered if you could be exhausted without knowing it, if hope could be lost not all at once but could slip away gradually, day by day, and vanish before you ever realized.
The Bane chronicles, Cassandra Clare
![In 2000 (when I was 8), I heard about 2012. [caps lock with lightning bolts around it] THE END OF THE WORLD. [end caps lock]. I curled up by the radiator and I sobbed. What was the point? why go to school if I was gonna die at 20 anyway? But my mum came in and said, [text in a speech bubble next to a picture of me in the corner, curled up by the radiator.], "But what if the world doesn't end? What if you live? Then, if you quit now, you'll have to catch up". [end speech bubble.] And I persisted. And I didn't die.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0e9a0289be41f56c59c2ba3342e9648f/13cebd20a9859c2d-25/s500x750/95ea81448985f639269794562b5d80d46ec014f6.png)
![And when I was real depressed one time, I told my doctor how overwhelming it felt to try to fix all the world's problems when I'm just one person. Activist burnout. And he said, [text in a speech bubble next to a picture of my doctor speaking to me], You ARE just one person. So you can't fix it all. But you can pick small things in your small radius, and start working on the small wins instead. [end speech bubble]. And he was right. I've done so much more with less stress since then.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/314e80bee7dd19670c1a15d89f5f6592/13cebd20a9859c2d-66/s500x750/e8a21010405e3ade4fa8313f45ce5417c1f48a62.png)
![And now, I look after some folk who are younger than me. They also fear the future. They fear politicians, and they fear hatred, and they fear climate change. They're burnt out.
But what if it works out? What if small changes today make tomorrow better?
Hope is a tool. Hope is a weapon. Hope is a plant we must nurture.
[There's a plant drawn dividing the page]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/522de30bc4ce1dfa72799bc2791d96b3/13cebd20a9859c2d-8a/s500x750/423624223f2a78414a4b2b636fe052dfd0cd6e05.png)
![Even if things go wrong, we can at least say we tried. But we hope for more. Because if we can picture it, we can work towards it.
[There's a plant drawn dividing the page, and nariarts @ tumblr written below]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7ebc2ee3c1bbf05ba982ebd406efa0cf/13cebd20a9859c2d-cf/s500x750/761b73786a52abccd3f522643a655b65ec3f7a7f.png)
URGENT HELP 🚨
Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in Gaza Palestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are fighting death in northern Gaza and trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to destruction, fear, and instability, starvation, thirst, and poverty.
For nine months until now, we have been struggling to get proper food after prices increased by 15 to 20 times, struggling to have clean water for use and drinking. We lacked security and stability as we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. Then we had to move at least three times since every new area we seek refuge to gets bombed.
I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. You can follow me to make sure I am not a scammer and to inquire about any details. Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference.
Please donate and/or replog 🥺🙏🇵🇸
@rinnie @sweetoothgirl @palestine @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein @northgazaupdates @sar-soor
I think this is important for me to say, especially as someone who is far below the poverty line and disabled myself.
Now is the time to get fat, especially for people who are going to be put at risk by tariffs and restrictions on food stamps.
Now is the time to learn how to forage and how to use herbs to prevent and treat simple ailments.
Now is the time to learn first aid, how to stitch wounds, how to prevent a bullet wound from killing someone.
Now is the time to make plans to help disabled folks who can't run or defend themselves.
Now is the time to build muscle if you are physically able.
Now is the time to learn how to mend or create clothing.
Now is the time to try and transfer to physical media, and to transfer important information into something physical.
Now is the time to learn media literacy and how to decipher fake news.
Now is the time to understand that being a doomer will help no one, especially not yourself.
Things are going to shit. Prepare yourself as well as you are able. Don't spend your time worrying about impending doom, that won't help you. But what will help you is being prepared for things to go wrong. Start being more loving to the people who deserve it. Start taking care of yourself so that if at some point you can't, you'll have more time to change that fact. Start being hopeful. Start being angry if you aren't already. Start forgiving yourself, because you are your biggest ally. Start learning. About yourself. About how to support yourself. About the world. I love you, and we will all get through this via the aid of ourselves and others.
Since this is the platform where I’ve shared most of my stuff this year I really hope you guys like it. Posting has been sparse because this took up a lot of my time. But I think the effort was worth it to be able to share this personal animated end project. Be warned for feelings though.
If you are trans I need you to stay alive.
Stay alive for every other trans person fighting, stay alive for every trans person who is no longer here, and most importantly stay alive for yourself.
They don’t get to erase us! They don’t get to take away our rights, and treat us as less than human. Don’t let them erase us, and don’t let them make you a statistic. Don’t let them win.
Stay alive
If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for others. Do it out of spite.
“No we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.”
“There was never much hope… Only a fool's hope.”
Out of all of the great lines in lord of the rings, both the book and movies, this two have stuck with me the most. Why? Because the entire series is based on hope, never much, but enough. All the characters don’t have hope that they will win, they know it’s next to impossible, but they aren't going down without a fight, and nether should you. It shows that you don’t have to have total faith in yourself, you can be certain you are going to fail, but you still have to try, you have to hold on to what ever hope you have, even if it’s only a fool’s hope.
My first house cost me my saddest memory of how my life ended.
It was the first time I realised my mother hated me. Not consciously. Subconsciously. I think she knew that without me, she’d be free. That she’d have a better life. That it was my fault that she met my brother dad. That she has three kids now and she wants non of them.
I was 12.
My mother had slapped me before but only a few times. She’d verbally hurled abuse, put me and my brothers in danger and prioritised her boyfriends over her children. I walked into my safe-guarding teachers office, having just finished the lunch the school had offered me as my mother hadn’t made me any or given me money to buy lunch, and she told me to take a seat. My mother had run away with her boyfriend and I will be going to live with my granny. I had nothing. I went home twice more to collect a few belongings before I never entered that house again, instead going into care after living with my grandmother for 5 months. The next time I saw my mother, it was at court, where I was the sole witness to her boyfriend beating her brutally. She didn’t apologise. She just smiled and hoped me well. I’ve been in care for 6 years. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I payed for my first house with the memory of how the life I knew ended, but also how the life I love today was born.
Imagine you live in a society with no money, no bartering. Instead, stories are currency. To buy your groceries you have to tell the cashier a funny childhood memory. To buy a car you need to relay a life-changing moment. The bigger the purchase, the more traumatic or incredible the story has to be. Write about the story you tell to buy your first house.
The bad news is that it sometimes feels never ending and apathy whispers into your ear that this numbness is peaceful and to just sink into it's depths.
The good news is that apathy is a cold filthy liar. They want you to drowned, but they don't know that happiness is always around the corner, and it will yank you out of the dark water. I swear one day you will laugh so hard your sides start splitting and the pain will leak out of you. I swear you will sing and dance and feel something other than heavy numbness, the sunrise is golden and it burns, it heats up your heart until you feel like there's something to live for and it's just on the horizon. Wait for it. Please.
Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR
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.
All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed
Verified by :
⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)
⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
Star Wars The Last Jedi
Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR
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.
All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed
Verified by :
⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)
⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR
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.
All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed
Verified by :
⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)
⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
Star Spangled
Wolf comes, says that
This world was made for all
So hard to grasp the logic
Foaming from its rabid call
You say this is demcracy
Believes in our equality
YOU LIE
(Song- The Wolf by The Brat)
We are stronger together, we will live, we still survive, we will persevere.
Also it sounds like sci-fi but one day (possibly very long one day) with genetic technology even extinct creatures may eventually be brought back.
I'm sorry that things are very hard for you, its very hard being neurodivergent and having to work jobs. I hope you are a bit easier on yourself, its okay to mess up. I think you're cool and I understand being trapped in such situation. I can't help or do anything about your situation but I wish you have some good time or free time for yourself sometime soon
Hi and thank you. I'm trying to be a little easier on myself, but it's kind of hard when you feel like a failure. On top of being abysmally inept in terms of anything social, I have the problem of being a young adult and steadily falling behind my peers. Every job I can get without a degree is terrible, especially where I live. The main problem is that I need one of these jobs to go to college and get a better one. I would kill to be able to do what I love for a living instead, but the way the world is going, it seems like I might just have to keep suffering. Maybe one day, I'll get to where I hope to be. I just hate to mess up, partially because of how I was raised. Nothing ever seemed to be quite enough. That, and anxiety, depressive tendencies, embarrassment, etc. Every little failure and setback will shatter me like an expensive vase, and it takes forever for me to gather all the peices and put them back together. That's another reason I can't go too easy on myself. It takes so long to recover. Maybe I'll get stronger though. Maybe one day I'll learn to be more resilient and life will be better.
All in all, things like this ask tend to give me a little more hope, no matter how small it is. Again, thank you for your kind words. I wish nothing but the best for you as well. I hope your life is good, fulfilling, warm, comfortable, and prosperous.
we were never meant to be permanent
not in
mortality
so the story behind this, today, is that I got emotionally attached to a class I only have for three months ish. that's college for you.
and we came to the end of our time together today sitting around a table, slamming markers and gatorade down in a game in Portuguese I felt so content even knowing it was coming to an end even with the primal fear of someone aboard a speed train about to reach the end of the track one day, it will be permanent but not in this life I will see you all again on the other side Even if I never see you again in this mortal life
It comes down to the principle of Gatorade. That's what I call it because I remember a time when I was a kid that Gatorades were a prize. You could only obtain them by playing soccer because the other kids' soccer moms would bring Gatorade and CapriSun and all those glorious things your parents didn't get for you. Basically, you can't have one Gatorade forever. Makes sense, right?
But what if you could make a Gatorade last forever? What if you were in that one glorious moment forever? The sun shining off the thick clouds in the late golden hour, illuminating the greens and blues in the mountains around, the wind your best friend so exhilarating, the satisfaction of completing a soccer game you loved not for anything in particular other than the fact that you were outside and alive and proving yourself alive and you have a Gatorade.
Make that moment last forever. Now, what do you lose?
Years from now, you'll be at a movie night with friends. You will be scrunched between two people you love on a couch, or maybe curled cozily into a corner, or marinating in a beanbag with a super soft blanket. The movie is the greatest movie you've ever seen and it's only augmented by being cozy with true friends. One day you will finally achieve that skill you spend years trying to perfect. One day you might even learn to cook. You'll meet someone new a thousand times, then a million times. You'll even get to meet the same person again and again if you try. There will be so many people that come and go in your life. So many hobbies and loves and passions and YouTube recommendations.
You will change as a person and maybe you will be scared to. Maybe you'll long for the comfort and safety and glory of the Gatorade in the fresh air.
But if you remain there forever, you will never meet your best friend. You will never have that cozy movie night and never accomplish that tricky thing. You will never encounter so many things to love. TV show or drawing styles or color palettes or characters or songs. You're going to make an awesome PowerPoint one day. Would you give that up for the Gatorade you've already had?
As mortal beings we are confined to a timeline. Time-bound. Afterwards, though, we'll get to be whole, and let me tell you time isn't a problem for God. We'll get to remember each moment of joy we got to have down here on earth. We'll get to live each of them all at once if we want, and be with everyone we love all at once, forever, and I know I'm a mortal and probably butchering this description of what comes next because heck it I've not been there yet but that's sort of what it'll be like.
It's possible for everything we want to be permanent to be permanent in eternity. That's the point of eternity. That is not the point of mortality. The point of mortality is to do many things, experience many things, keep moving.
(As for the loved ones who stay in your life? They change, too, and that's beautiful.)