A Voice from Beneath the Rubble: We Do Not Want to Die of Hunger
The war has returned to us in a criminal and inhumane way, without any rules or restraint. Camps and hospitals are being bombed, children and medics are being killed in cold blood, and all international prohibitions have been violated.
Death rains down from the sky, and hunger consumes us from the ground.
We are trapped between two fires, there is no escape from the bombing, and no salvation from starvation.
My little child cries out from unbearable hunger, and I am powerless to comfort him, We have nothing left to eat except some green herbs I boil, hoping they will ease our hunger. 💔
In the past five days, we have received only 5 dollars, not even enough to buy bread for my child for a single day, Donations have tragically declined, and we can no longer afford even the bare minimum of necessities. 😥
Entire families have been forced to flee their homes under the relentless bombardment. Even the area they push us to, claiming it is "safe" (Al-Mawasi), is bombed daily without mercy.
The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and escaping to a safe country is impossible.
It is a systematic plan of slow genocide, by missiles and by hunger.
From the heart of the siege, from amidst the destruction, from beneath the rubble…
I plead with you through the tears of a mother fighting to protect her child, with a body weakened by pregnancy and hunger, with a soul that holds on only to the hope in your compassionate hearts. 🥹
Please, help us. Save my child, my unborn baby, and my family from this hell.
Every donation—even the smallest—is a lifeline in a sea of fire.
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Israel wipes out entire families, this is not self defense. This is genocide of the highest degree.
Everyone saying no one from the thunderbolts will be in the vents but I beg to differ. I bet my ass that the guinea pig goes missing and everyone is on top priority to find it.
Yelena is in the vaults, Ava is going through walls, Bob is checking between the sheets of laundry, John doesn't care; Alexei is shitting himself cuz he thinks he lost it, Bucky is fighting for Alpine's innocence of not eating the pig though he does side eye her sometimes.
But Kate comes over and goes to eat snacks and she gasps when she opens the cupboards cuz there is a furry bastard here and Alexei comes over, yelling in joy cuz what is the pig snacking on? Thunderbolts' Wheaties.
Crazy in Love Yuna 💜
so for anyone who doesn't know, the last few days of the global strike (jan 26-28) are where people are supposed to amp up posting about palestine on their social media. if you can afford it, please use the remainder of the strike days to mostly engage w content spreading awareness about palestinian genocide. some people might find this a tall order, but it really isn't. it's just three more days, and the content you typically consume isn't going anywhere. and if you're keen on not giving a fuck about palestinian genocide, do everyone a favor and don't engage by leaving "how can i filter political things like this?" comments on posts about palestine. the people who're concerned w advocating for palestine have other things to worry about than disturbing your internet bubble. save yourself the trouble of typing that up. i assure you nobody cares.
We are living under extremely difficult conditions. Right now, we are trapped under heavy bombardment all around us.
I am pleading with you from the bottom of my heart—please donate and help us relocate to safety.
Our area has now been declared a ghost zone, which means the danger is beyond words.
Please don’t leave us to die in silence.
My husband Shadi was injured during the war, his condition is critical, and he urgently needs treatment abroad.
I beg you, save my family, save my children—save us before it’s too late.
Our lives are in your hands.
We are not just numbers on the news........
We are a real family—children who want to live, a mother who’s trying to protect them, a father who is injured and in pain.
Our home is no longer safe. Our nights are filled with fear and the sound of bombs.
Even the smallest donation could mean shelter, food, medicine, or a way to escape this nightmare.