Hi, could you please follow @mo-shamiaa and support their campaign? Mohammed was in Gaza when this horrific genocide began but was able to evacuate. However, his family are still trapped there! They were all forced to flee their home, which was sadly destroyed by bombings. They now live in tents that do nothing to keep them warm from the freezing weather or rain! Mohammed’s mother suffers from high blood pressure, and his father suffers from irregular heartbeat. They both need medication, which is scarce and costs hugely high amounts. Mohammed is trying to raise funds to support himself while he is in Egypt, working tirelessly to save his family and evacuate them once the crossing re-opens. Their campaign is only at $260 of their $40K target, and the last donation was made two days ago! Please donate whatever you can to help support Muhammed and his family. Please share their story as much as possible and create your own posts to help bring more attention to their campaign.
Our children are in the hospital receiving treatment, due to the lack of food and the extreme cold in the tents I ask for help to treat my child 😭🙏
Lady Nagant sketch before bed ⚡️
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Solo pieces :]
Hello My Freind 🌹
I want your support My house was destroyed and I am currently living in a tent with my children 😞
My Mom and Dad who suffer from chronic diseases, They need urgent medical care and medications that are not available 💔
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Please help my family by donating or reblog my campaign is going very slowly 🙏🍉
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The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people
of all the things that scare me about palestine one of them is the lure of the story, the lure of turning people to myths, because its something i find myself doing. many things that have happened in gaza have become much larger than life. i keep thinking about khaled nabhan, who held his granddaughter so tenderly and called her the soul of my soul, and how those words and that image became so enormous that he was killed a year later wearing a t-shirt that a company had made to fundraise using those words—the soul of my soul. a doctor had brought it in for him from abroad. he was already a myth before he was dead.
i thought about it just now when i saw this image of dr hussam abu safiya walking towards an israeli tank after his "hospital fell" — the words of the poet mosab abu toha, that he used unconsciously in how he described the israeli siege of the last remaining hospital in the north of gaza. he said the hospital fell like it was a fortress. dr hussam abu safiya's teenage son was killed the first time israel raided the hospital. for over a month he refused to abandon his patients while he grieved. in that time we found out other hospital directors had been tortured after being arrested by israeli: doctor muhamed abu silmiya of al-shifa hospital (who was released after months of torture) and doctor adnan al-bursh who was tortured to death. in that month of starvation we saw him comforting his colleagues who lost their children to israeli attacks, and then he lost those colleagues themselves in israeli shelling of the hospital. still the hospital stayed, and dr hussam abu safiya stayed. he recorded a video from inside the hospital almost every day, showing the immobile patients and the brave staff, explaining that he would not abandon them. a delegation from indonesia made it to the hospital and tried to stay with the palestinian staff, israel forced them to leave at gunpoint. dr hussam stayed through it all.
after two months of siege, after ethnically cleansing the rest of northern gaza, israel finally forced its way into kamal adwan hospital and forcibly evacuated the staff and the patients. fifty people were killed during the attack, numerous patients and civilians (including women) stripped and abused by the soldiers, and forced to march in their underwear out in the freezing cold. and finally this is how we get this image, the last time dr hussam abu safiya was seen as israel burned down the hospital he had done his best for, walking alone through the rubble towards the israeli tanks, knowing what awaits him:
a lot of the things happening in gaza right now and over the past year are much larger than most people can accept. they are acts of heroism and tragedy that demand to be remembered. and because palestinians have asked us to bear witness, at least to bear witness, we have fallen into the habit of a kind of mythologizing. in arabic and english. i've seen it from gazans themselves, who have often written their own eulogies and wills before dying. this is how systemic this genocide has been. how forecasted. how foretold.
i think a lot about refaat al areer's work, and his famous poem "if i must die" that he wrote before his death. refaat is another story from gaza that was already mythologized by none other than himself. but i also know people who knew refaat personally. they don't talk about him like a story. they talk about him like a friend they lost. they talk about him like a teacher they lost. when that happens the mythology around him seems very small and worthless compared to the scale of the loss.
people from gaza aren't predestined myths. they're not dead people walking. they're not heroes we are here to watch die. they're not stories and tragedies to mine. they're people. this is a person who has just lived through all that. these are hundreds of thousands of people who just lived through all of these things. these are hundreds of thousands of people who have lost all of these things. and israel is full of people who did that to them. that's a story too, i guess.
Happy Birthday Dabi You will always be a special character to me. You are snarky, you are cunning and you are just so gosh darn cool.
but what if they were step siblings? i think about them she would feel bad about not being able to help him