if you have a moment, please consider giving some attention to my friend Nader ( @nader202-3 )’s campaign. besides himself, he is providing for his wife, Sally ( @sally2033 ), and their three young children, Laila, Nour, and Ahmed, as well as his parents and siblings. Nader’s father was injured in the airstrike that destroyed the family’s home; due to the lack of available medical care, he continues to struggle with long-term complications. this bombing also killed several of the Gibril family’s relatives, including Nader’s aunt, uncle, and cousin with his whole family.
now, their situation has gotten even more dire. earlier this month, Nader attempted to get food for the family at one of the israeli/US-run GHF aid distribution sites. as you’ve likely heard, these facilities have been used as cover to deliberately kill and injure people who come seeking desperately needed food. over 240 humanitarian organizations have called for the GHF to cease operations, and according to the UN, over 1,000 people have been killed while seeking aid.thankfully, Nader was not among them—but he was shot in the back and is now recovering from this serious injury without the benefits of easily accessible medicines, nutritious food, or even a safe and quiet place to rest.
Nader and Sally’s children are all under ten years old. they are acutely vulnerable to starvation and the long-term consequences of malnutrition. if the Gibril family’s campaign doesn’t raise sufficient funds to buy food (which can be over $200 USD per day), Sally or one of the other adults in the family will have to risk their life seeking aid from the GHF. this is not tenable. they should not have to choose between being shot and watching their beloved children fade away from starvation.
your donations and engagement with Nader and Sally’s campaign mean that Nader can recover without having to worry for his family, that Sally won’t have to risk death or injury to feed their children, and that Laila, Nour, and Ahmed can survive and stay healthy. even just sharing their posts, following one or both of their blogs, or dropping a kind word is a reminder that they are not facing this terrible situation alone. whatever you can do to help is valuable.
Guys, we are starving. My children are crying, they want bread. What is their fault? They are innocent children. Please donate so I can feed my children. Donate now.
Guys the situation is very bad and we are suffering a lot my wife and I haven’t eaten anything for two days I am really hungry please support us now
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My name is Fatima, a 21-year-old woman🤰.Just one month before the war, I was engaged, dreaming of a warm home and a small family.But the war tore us apart—my fiancé and I were separated between northern and southern Gaza, with no way to communicate💔.
Despite the pain, we held on to hope. Months later, I left my family and joined him.We got married, believing it was the start of a new life.But the bombing returned, and we were displaced again… Now we live in a fragile tent in western Gaza, awaiting the birth of our first child amid conditions unfit for life🥹😭.
I’m pregnant🤰, and my due date is near🥹. I have none of the essentials I need as a mother or even as a human being🙏.We lack everything: medical care, food, clean water, and basic supplies for childbirth and the baby🥲.
I’m not asking for the impossible—just enough to protect my life and my baby’s
My name is Fadi from Gaza 🙏. Our lives completely changed after our home was destroyed. My wife, our four children, and I are now displaced, moving from place to place trying to survive under extremely difficult conditions. My wife and daughter were seriously injured, and we urgently need medical care, food, and safe shelter. 💔😭
We are now living in a small tent, fearing the rain and the freezing cold. We don’t have enough food or money to provide for our basic needs. Without your support, I won’t be able to buy tarps to protect us from the rain, provide enough food for my children, or even save a small amount to rent a small apartment anywhere in Gaza.
Please do not ignore my plea. Every bit of support, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for standing by me and supporting us in these difficult times. 🙏💛
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children… but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that’s because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
> I’ve been gone for a while… Not the kind of absence where life goes on — but the kind where life itself pauses.
My name is Nader, from Gaza. In the past weeks, my wife Sally and our children — Leila (8), noor (6), and Ahmed (4) — have been holding onto life between smoke and sounds that shake the soul before the walls.
We couldn’t evacuate — not because we chose to stay, but because the road to “safety” became more expensive than we could ever afford.
So we stayed, through nights and days that tested how much fear, pain, and faith a heart can carry.
I was cut off from the world, from the internet, from everything — except the sound of explosions and my children’s breathing beside me.
Today, I came back here to breathe again. To say: we are still here. Still trying to live.
If you see this post, pray for us… speak about us… Be a witness that we existed, that we suffered, but we did not break.
Every reblog, every word, every bit of kindness matters 🤍
Please donate to us. We need every donation; even a small donation will help us a lot.
in the whole greenland conversation i feel like there’s not nearly enough acknowledgement of the fact that greenland is already suffering under imperial rule. seeing wayyyyy too much tacit validation of denmark’s possession of greenland on socials today. look into reproductive abuse against greenland inuit women by the danish state. US acquisition of greenland would be bad but the status quo is not good. this is not a matter of sovereignty, i only wish it were a matter of sovereignty, it’s just a bunch of imperial powers playing RISK with indigenous people’s lives again
Is this acceptable to you, our brothers and sisters? This is our suffering and our tents with every storm. #All of Gaza is in tents that flood and are blown away by the strong winds. These tents house newborn babies, women, and the elderly. Imagine living in one of these tents for just one day. Could you bear it?
i have just stumbled upon the most beautiful public document i have ever laid eyes on. this also goes for anyone whose pastimes include any sort of character creation. may i present, the HOLY GRAIL:
this wonderful 88-page piece has step by step breakdowns of how names work in different cultures! i needed to know how to name a Muslim character it has already helped me SO MUCH and i’ve known about it for all of 15 minutes!! i am thoroughly amazed and i just needed to share with you guys
Cultures include Yoruba, Sikh, Vietnamese, Polish, and dozens more!
This could also be a good staring point for conlangers looking for inspiration for personal name conventions.
> I’ve been gone for a while… Not the kind of absence where life goes on — but the kind where life itself pauses.
My name is Nader, from Gaza. In the past weeks, my wife Sally and our children — Leila (8), noor (6), and Ahmed (4) — have been holding onto life between smoke and sounds that shake the soul before the walls.
We couldn’t evacuate — not because we chose to stay, but because the road to “safety” became more expensive than we could ever afford.
So we stayed, through nights and days that tested how much fear, pain, and faith a heart can carry.
I was cut off from the world, from the internet, from everything — except the sound of explosions and my children’s breathing beside me.
Today, I came back here to breathe again. To say: we are still here. Still trying to live.
If you see this post, pray for us… speak about us… Be a witness that we existed, that we suffered, but we did not break.
Every reblog, every word, every bit of kindness matters 🤍
Please donate to us. We need every donation; even a small donation will help us a lot.
