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The smell of apricot and betrayal slowly fading away
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Ruby Portrait, but she's not terrified and underground
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video revachol au // all of these dudes are freaks tbh
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Before the war, after I left Gaza for Germany, I used to call my dad almost everday and tell him about my day. He would tell me how everyone else was doing and say that Salah,my little nephew, kept asking where I was.
Now, I hardly ever reach my parents or any of my siblings.I don't think Salah even remembers who I am any more as he struggles to carry water containers. I always find myself agonizing and wondering if I'll ever meet my family again, whether the newborns will see me one day and know that their uncle longs to hold them in his arms.
Every time I look at my dad's picture in our home, smiling and surrounded by his grandchildren, it breaks my heart into a million pieces. The house he dreamed the kids would grow up in was leveled to the ground in a split second. Nothing is left, not even both his shoe shops where he worked so hard to build a future for us all. My siblings are unable to work or finish their studies. There are no schools left for the children. There is no proper food, water, or sanitation, no life; only death and rubble all around.
When my brother sent me a photo of my dad lighting a fire, he still had that same old smile on his face. I was relieved to see him somewhat hopeful but it broke my heart even more. My father is the most resilient and hard-working man I've ever known. He always supported us in whatever we wanted to achieve. His only hope was that his grandkids would grow up safely and happily in their home. He never complained from work and taught us the true meaning of sacrifice and perseverance. Instead of living peacefully with his family, he, the kids, and everyone else have to endure life in a makeshift tent,God knows for how much longer, while their lives are constantly threatened by airstrikes, starvation, and disease. No child, elder, or adult should go through such hardships for this long.
As the injustice persists, we only find solace and hope because the free people of this world are still standing with us. Please continue to support us any way you can. I don't even have the words any more to say how grateful I am to everyone. You have already done so much for us but we need you now more than ever.
Please donate if you can and reblog as many times as possible.
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Physically in Ireland While my Bleeding Soul is Held Hostage in Gaza
Being away from Gaza in the midst of a devastating war turns every second into a heart-wrenching vicious circle of pain. Simple everyday activities like having breakfast, drinking water, and going for a walk turn into heart-bursting torture. It is nearly impossible to focus on any of my studies or be productive when fear and guilt are holding my brain and soul as prisoners. Yet, as I was evacuated to Ireland to pursue my studies four months into the war, I had a responsibility to give lectures in my Irish college to students and staff to expose the crimes of apartheid Israel and tell the story of the daily suffering of my people during a genocidal war.
@irisbini
Please donate, reblog, and share my fundraiser with others.
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Greetings,
In the depths of desperate despair, I plead for your compassion to save my family from the misery sweeping through Gaza. I implore you, with a heart heavy with sorrow, to be the lifeline my family so desperately needs.
Today, I implore you to bear witness to the shattered remains of my once-happy family. My father, a beacon of strength, was cruelly snuffed out, and the innocent lives of my niece and nephew were taken by the merciless grip of conflict
Please donate if you can and share our story widely as you're able to🙏🙏
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I feel like ive seen quite a few gfms getting passed around and ive observed that a lot of them have stories of such exceptional people who have achieved so much, or were going to before the genocide cut it off. And i really commend them for it, i really do.
But it breaks my heart that palestinians reaching out to us feel the need to have to prove that they are they are good people who are worth the support, like theyre only worth being supported if they had a good gpa or were exceptional in some way.
They shouldnt have to prove that theyre beneficial to the economy somehow to be worth the support. They shouldnt have to be exceptional to deserve help. Our governments are putting them through this, both in the west and around the world too. They shouldnt have to prove anything. We owe them this
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For some reason as a like 5 or 6 year old I got one of those dolls that can pee and I remember being really frustrated that the pee went straight through it and there was no transformation of fluids involved, so I decided to make blueprints for dolls that had an actual digestive system & organs & all that. I was also a fan of Star Wars at the time so this resulted in my mom finding a notebook full of naked Star Wars characters (Yoda & his penis included) that I got in huge trouble for.
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Um...lockheart...
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GUYS HOLT SHIT HELP ME IK.DIEJING
I TRIED MAKING A PARACELSUS KEYCHAIN-
HE LOOKS LIKE A TRAUMATIZED EMOJI?????
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those leather kink freaks at pride everybody warned u about
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