My name is Aya Maher, a 24-year-old Palestinian from Gaza, I want to share the heartbreaking story of my family, We've endured 250 days of continuous bombardment during this devastating war.
Since its onset, we've faced a relentless cascade of losses. Our lives have been emptied, and the dreams we once pursued now seem like unattainable fantasies.
We were displaced from our home, and tragically, we lost our new home as well—a place we had worked tirelessly to create, hoping it would become a sanctuary where we could build beautiful memories.
Here is two pictures of our new home once i captured it in November and the other one on january, our buliding is destoryed more than it was.
Despite being displaced from our home by the presence of occupation forces in our area, we found refuge in the home of relatives. Our lives have been repeatedly endangered by barbaric bombing campaigns. We narrowly escaped death twice during sudden tank attacks. Additionally, we endured intense bombardment while trapped inside our house, enduring a harrowing four-day siege.
Despite the immense difficulties, my family and I insisted on staying in Gaza, facing the constant threat of bombings and the scarcity of essential resources. Now, after nine months of siege, we are on the brink of famine, struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, and medicine. We've decided to leave Gaza for our safety, but the high costs of coordination are a barrier.
My professional life has been utterly decimated. For three years, I thrived as a user interface designer on freelance platforms. However, since the onset of this war, my ability to work has been obliterated. The occupation's relentless bombing campaigns have ravaged internet infrastructure, rendering it barely functional. Now, even basic online tasks are nearly impossible. Consequently, I'm left without any financial means to sustain myself. What's even more disheartening is the realization that even after the war concludes, the road back to work will be fraught with obstacles due to the extensive damage inflicted upon network lines.
I am reaching out, seeking your support to help my family and me coordinate our exit from this dangerous situation.
Your financial assistance will not only provide us with a chance for safety and peace but also help me resume my beloved work once the war concludes. Please visit my business gallery at (https://www.behance.net/ayamaher11) and consider contributing to our journey towards a secure and dignified life.
These are the expenses we've outlined:
• Coordination of my mother's requirements: $5000-
• Coordination of me requirements: $5000
• Coordination of my brother Hamza: $5000
• Coordination of my brother Bader: $5000
• Coordination of my sister Nada: $2500
Additionally, we've allocated $2500 for expenses such as passport stamping ,and our initial month's expenses in Egypt.
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Sometimes when people on the Internet are like "ADULTS CAN NEVER INTERACT WITH MINORS IT'S CREEPY" I remember how, at 12, back in 1997, I was on the Witchvox forums with people ranging from me to people in at least their 50s, and no one there was ever a creep to me, no one ever made me feel uncomfortable or asked for my personal info, and when I finally broke down after a particularly brutal day of bullying at school and posted about it they were the first adults I'd ever met in my entire life who told me the bullies were the problem and it was okay to be angry about it.
Kids need to interact with adults who will listen to them.
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