DONATION IF YOU CAN SHARE THIS!!!!

@islamgazaaccount2

Hey guys remember me! This is Islam from Gaza. Tumblr banned his first blog and blocked it because he is from Gaza and he post about what's happening here. They're trying to silence us about our cause and they're trying to erase everything related to Gaza. This is his new blog. Share it as much as you can please. He lost a lot of followers and people who were trying to reach me.

Islam is a gazan that lost everything in the war, he doesn't have the money to even buy a tent so he started sleeping in the streets!

He has been sharing a donation link but no one is responding as he only have a few number of followers and they couldn't actually donate .. I was wondering if you could please share his story/donation link to your followers so they can help him at least to buy a tent !😔

This fundraiser is on the following list of vetted ones and has been verified by @90-ghost and @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

I cannot donate myself but I will blog! I do remember a similar story or it was his, I am not very good with memory, but I hope this finds you well

“It Is an Honor to Be Suspended for Palestine”

Dispatches from the Solidarity Encampment at Columbia University

https://crimethinc.com/Columbia2024

In this in-depth report, participants offer a blow-by-blow account of the events at Columbia, appraising the tactics that the demonstrators have employed and the challenges that they face.

Someone Worte that he could not stand to see the Palestine flag anymore.

Sorry, but not sorry

Reblog daily

Free Palestine

I am not done yet

Only way to stop seeing this flag is when the oppression is over.

So you are tiered of this? you can end it, stop supporting Zionism!

The Electronic Intifada

There is no such thing as childhood in Gaza

Israeli attacks expose Palestinian children to daily horrors.

Children in Gaza can tell an F-16 from an F-35 from a drone. They know a whole litany of things that are beyond their years. Things that they shouldn’t have to know. Over 10,000 children have been killed in Gaza. The children who have survived have seen their families, friends and neighbors killed by the Israeli army. They have seen near-death by starvation and death by suffocation, under the rubble and by explosion. Children in Gaza do not have the luxury of death being a mystery. It is a daily presence. If a child in Gaza is hungry, they know not to throw a tantrum. They have become used to feeling hunger. The same is true of the cold. Every child in Gaza now knows what it is to be unhoused, to sleep in a tent or on the streets in winter.

BOYCOTTING WORKS: KEEP GOING ✊🏽🇵🇸🔻

McDonald’s has said it will buy its 30-year-old #Israel franchise from Alonyal, taking back ownership of 225 outlets that employ more than 5,000 people." from Al Jazeera English, 05/Apr/2024:

Power to the people ✊ Yesterday, Dutch police bulldozed the Gaza encampment at the University of Amsterdam. Today, students and staff confronted police and forced them to retreat. Videos: X: Qudsnen and Mariyankhan

"We'll be back to rebuild it" Gaza, 2024

it was something about that cowboy hat that made you want to pounce on him and ride him like a bull, making suguru put on the hat every time he fucked you because it had you soaking up the sheets, and the waterfall between your thighs activate.

suguru's part-time volunteer gig required him to wear this hat, and you couldn't thank them enough because of how fine he looked whenever he slipped it on his head, especially with his long hair that hung below his waist.

he knew that he looked good, and he took advantage of that whenever he laid eyes on you, knowing that your mouth got wet and that you drooled every time you looked at him in his fit, using the outfit and hat even when he didn't have to volunteer to have your mouth wet to put right on his dick.

suguru loved to make you weak in the knees; he knew that without the outfit he still had you wrapped around his finger ready to get on your knees whenever he asked, but with this attire specifically and the way he looked with the hat on, he knew that you couldn't even think properly.

whispering in your ear while he was deep inside of you, rubbing his finger over your sensitive nipples, talking you through whatever he was doing to you, just for none of it to be received because of how good he felt inside of you and how the tingling that surged through your nipples made you forget your name.

making sure that his hat stayed on through every round he was folding you through, putting your legs every which way and pushing your thighs up so he could hit that sweet spot that he craved and sought for, one tap and it had your eyes sliding to the top of your head and your fingernails digging into his skin.

"you like that? can you hear me, baby?" whispering in your ear, and he groaned the deeper he got, your walls tightening around him, his dick wet with your wetness, making sure to go faster so that he could hear how good he made you feel, with the sounds your body made and the sweet sounds that fell from your lips.

even when you were the one to pounce on him and initiate things with the way you were dripping out your shorts, he still found a way to take control, to make sure you felt so good that you couldn't even move; just feel the pleasurable tingles all over your body and throughout your wet hole that he carved out to his shape.

he was a generous man though, letting you get on top of him and ride him through the mattress until you were tired and out of breath, laid over him; that didn't stop him; he always needed you twenty times more than you needed him, and the fact that you took initiative when it came to fucking him turned him on, lifting his hips and fucking you until his body gave out.

your moans and his groans bouncing off of each other and his cum dripping out of you, a loud sticky mess that he never got tired of, which is why the hat never came off; he wanted to see that eagerness in your eye light up; he loved every minute of it.

It's not the first time that has happened