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Dina ( @zinaanqar ) reached out to me to illustrate her family's campaign so it could reach more people. Please reblog and donate if you can.

Their gofundme is very close to its goal, so please share and donate!!!

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Donate to Helping Ahmed's Family: Escaping War to a New Life, organized by Abdallah Alanqar

Hello,, I'm Ahmed Alanqar, 34 years old, married to Dina Alanq… Abdallah Alanqar needs your support for Helping Ahmed's Family: Escaping

idk man but something about Stanley "taught himself extremely advance physics/math/probably many other things while running a relatively successful business" Pines and Stanford "is wanted in almost every dimension with a judicial system of some kind" Pines is sooo fucking funny to me

And I'll say this over and over again:

Please understand that Israel has information on where everyone is in Gaza.

They know the names and ages of everyone in a specific building.

I made a post about this before but the noise you constantly hear in the background of videos coming from Gaza is the sound of the zanana, a type of Israeli drone that is watching every move Gazans make.

This is just one way Israel keeps the entire population under constant surveillance. They also use quadcopters and AI to identify their targets.

So when they falsely claim to be targeting a Hamas member and kill a dozen children in the process, they do so knowing.

That's not collateral damage, that's intentional.

After all they killed 4 day old twins in a precision strike. They snipe children in the chest and head. They killed 6 year old Hind knowing she was alone. They aren't oblivious or are making mistakes. Would you call well over 15,000 children deaths in the span of 10 months one giant mess up?

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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i've shared amal's gofundme (@amalashuor) several times, but i just received messages from her that broke my heart

amal is a 26 year old mother from gaza. she is an incredibly dedicated and loving mother to her year old daughter, maryam. before the war, she was studying to receive her masters degree in french language. on her instagram (@/amal_sufian97_) she shared beautiful photos of her life and family in the years before the war.

now amal, her husband, and maryam have been displaced several times and have nowhere to turn to. amal wishes to finish her degree, and both she and her husband want nothing more than a better life for their young daughter. every time i receive a message from amal, my heart is full knowing she is still alive, but it breaks for her suffering. i implore you, please donate any amount you're able to help amal and her family escape gaza. they deserve nothing less than safety, warmth, love, laughter, security, and life. as of july 6th, €1,025 / €30,000 has been raised. her campaign is also included on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's spreadsheet of verified fundraiser (#175). if you're unable to donate, please share. i want nothing more than to give amal hope that she can provide a better life for her daughter.

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Donate to Help me get out of Gaza for my baby girl, organized by Amal Ashour

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I have literally lost faith in humanity.

a family bids farewell to their babygirl minutes ago, on the first day of Eid. Palestinians can't even celebrate without occupation bombardment.

(the linktree to donate for the people of Palestine is in my bio)

the irony is that palestinians also don't enjoy receiving donations and unlike americans, online campaigns and gofundmes are not common or culturally acceptable (egyptians and sudanese people are also similar in this respect, but palestinians even moreso) and i know several younger generations of palestinians (and sudanese) are raising these funds behind their parents' backs because they would not accept this money if they knew it was raised by strangers, and i know others whose families were VERY against it until it became a matter of their children or grandchildren surviving or getting lifesaving medical care.

during the beginning of the genocide as well donations were not recommended because the problem was political, not economic. it couldn't be solved by donating enough to UNRWA or whatever. but once egypt raised the border crossing fees by 500% and israel destroyed everything within gaza, including cutting access to electricity and telecoms, as well as schools and banks and hospitals, the situation quite obviously changed.