guilt.

If a man is drowning, you have to help him.

Irina Sendler said, "My parents taught me that if a man is drowning, it doesn’t matter what his religion or nationality is. You have to help him."

When the Nazis began to trap the Jewish quarter in Warsaw,

Irina sneaked into the neighborhood with official papers, saying she was there to check for diseases. But her real goal was to save the babies from death.

She carried a medical box and carefully hid some babies inside it. Often, she used potato carts to hide other children and move them outside the trapped area, or covered them with blankets to keep them hidden from the guards.

She had a well-trained dog that barked loudly whenever the guards came near, to distract them and cover the babies’ cries and screams.

Irina wrote their real names on small pieces of tissue, put them inside bottles, and buried the bottles under an apple tree at a friend’s house. She believed that one day, someone would find those bottles.

The Nazis caught her and tortured her,

breaking her legs and feet, but she never told them about any child. She kept their secrets safe.

Her friends bribed the guards and got her released.

During the war, she saved about 2,500 children.

When asked why she risked everything, she simply answered,

"I couldn’t leave them."

Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.

And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no way out for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.

And maybe no one will ever know. But maybe someday, more than a hundred years later, some stranger will cry into her coffee because of what you died trying.

The story doesn’t end here: In truth, people usually don’t regret what they did, but they regret more what they didn’t do.

So today, I want to share why this story hurts so close to home. My four children and I live in a small tent that is no bigger than 4 by 3 meters. Water was seeping from underneath, and we wake up with our mattresses wet. My children’s coughs and illnesses do not stop all night, especially my baby, Amir. Things got worse when a tick bit a three-month-old baby in our camp, causing him deformities and poisoning.

My wife and I take turns staying awake to guard the children. We only sleep for two hours at a time, switching shifts throughout the night. The destruction around us has made our tent and its surroundings full of snakes, rats, and other pests. Every night, we hear their sounds and movements.

This situation is very exhausting for us and our children. We are trying to rent a house, but we are stuck and really need your support and donations. If you are able to help us leave this tent and reach a safer place, it would mean everything to us. Any support, even small, can help change our children’s nights into something safer.

Please, share and donate if you can, help the Alanqar family get somewhere safer to stay!

None of us can save everyone, but one of us can save one person, or at least help them. Please don't stop trying. Do what you can for this family.

You are living through the same thing every bystander during the holocaust did. Are you going to stand by as children are killed, or will you do something about it? Will you help this family of 6 escape?

I never imagined that protecting my children would mean staying awake all night, listening for rats and snakes outside our tent. Thank you to everyone who is helping us feel less alone.

Today feels a little better than yesterday.

Because of your kindness, we finally feel that leaving this tent and moving to a safer place might soon be possible. We are truly grateful to everyone who shared and helped. Your support is giving our children real hope. Please continue.

I haven’t slept since that incident.

I kept thinking: what if it comes into our tent? What if it bites my son while he sleeps? Amir is just a baby. I checked him all night. Every movement of air made my heart race. This is the kind of fear we live with in tents. Not once. Every night.

After this happened, my wife and I made a decision. We take turns staying awake at night. She sleeps for two hours, then wakes me up. I sleep for two hours, then wake her. We repeat this until morning, so one of us is always watching the children. Before this incident, rats and rodents would sneak into our tent at night. We would find their traces everywhere .. torn food boxes, bitten bags, droppings on our supplies. Sometimes I would wake up to the sound of them eating and scare them away. I never imagined that one day they might leave the food and attack children.

This is why I am asking for help.

We are trying to move our children out of a tent and into a simple unfinished apartment — just enough to seal it and keep them safe. We are close, but we cannot finish without support. Please help us leave this tent.

To be honest, these days are mentally overwhelming for us. Leaving the tent has become urgent, while news about a possible opening of the crossing adds even more pressure. Even if it opens, the process is slow and complicated.

Please share and donate to this family if you can. Their survival depends on it! No one should have to live like this!

imreallynewintumblridontknowhowtouseit bUT HI I MADE MOTM ART HOPE YOU LIKE IT

(i love this AU so much, makes me so happy)

(idk if tag Fly or Nort bcs they've already seen it in other socials and i dont want to feel like im spaming🥀)

First post hello helloo

I made Mythmas doodles and some other random drawings 🎄🎨

plus lazy panel redraw yaay chapter one was simply HOLY PEAK 💯

The popular interpretation of “Cuphead being a freak and obsessing over Bendy” is fun and all (if that’s your preferred dynamic), but I think “Cuphead being a freak and Bendy obsesses over him” is funnier, especially when Bendy is angry about it.

Bonus drawing + Full image below ⬇️

There is a moment in the story of Mary, the mother of Jesus, that has always stayed with me.

In the Islamic tradition, Mary reaches a point of complete exhaustion and fear.

Alone. In labor. With no one to explain herself to.

She says something heartbreaking:

“I wish I had died before this, and been forgotten.”

Not because she was weak,

but because she was human, standing at the edge of absolute helplessness.

Christmas is not just a celebration of joy.

It remembers a birth that began in fear, not certainty.

A mother alone.

A child threatened.

An uncertain future.

This is the moment before the miracle.

“For nothing will be impossible with God.”

— Luke 1:37

This Christmas, my children and I face a struggle unlike any other. We still live in a tent in Gaza, exposed to the cold and rain. Every night, my sick children cough and shiver, freezing in the harsh weather.

We tried to move to a new home, but it’s unfinished, unsealed, and barely offers shelter. I am unable to complete it due to lack of resources and ongoing challenges. I feel powerless, much like Mary, standing at the edge of helplessness, hoping for a miracle.

If you love Christ, or if you love those born on the same land where He was born, please help us find warmth and safety this winter. My children’s little bodies freeze every night as the cold and rain soak their fragile limbs. If you can, please open your heart and help us through our GoFundMe campaign - Verified #644. Your kindness means everything to us.

please donate

While you celebrate the birth of the baby on the left, don't turn a blind eye to the massacre committed against the baby on the right.

Three of my children are sick because of the cold, the rain, and life in the tent. I couldn't sleep last night because of Adam and Amir's coughing, and Layan has a high fever. It's a terrible feeling; the sound of my children's coughing breaks my heart.

stream harvest (+ random caine for my twin LMAO) closeups!