🆘🚨Rafah, Northern Gaza… And Now, Gaza City.

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

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Hello. Here is smthn written and posted on the same day. Tw: metaphorical violence and cannibalism. (I promise it's not that bad I swear) Please enjoy.

You know, i shoud really stop extending my hand to people. What do i mean? I mean extending it open palmed and vulnerable and stretching my muscles to their limits just to reach someone or have them reach for me.

It hurts. The stretch, I mean. Pulling my fingers apart, tearing the sinue in an attmept to reach someone who has barely moved their hand from the body at all.

Now stretching isnt all that bad. Keeps the body nimble, less resistant to change or sudden movement. The main reason i want to stop is because they cut a piece of my arm off each time I reach.

Not every time, but when the person doesnt reach back they keep a piece of me. As a trophy or to embarass me further I cant decide.

Currently im missing everything past my left elbow. But thats only bc the first person i reached to took my entire hand in one go. My right arm is missing everything a little before that point.

It hurts even more when i was expecting to leave that situation with the same amount of arm i began it with.

But no.

Instead these beautiful women take dull cleavers and aimlessly hack at my arm until the piece they want has fallen off. It takes a while for my nerves to decide they were tired of feeling that intense ache.

Ive gotten used to it. The first time it hurt. I squirmed and fought back and called for help but was disregarded. This woman had called herself my girlfriend, my wife, my love. For months ! And now here she was taking my hand.

But now, as i watch blood spurt out of my stump and land on my face and hear my bones cracking and tendons screaming as she takes her earnings. She took earnings for the girl she actually wanted too.

Whats left is my shoulder to above where my elbow was on both arms. It hurts, the wound hasnt cauterized and my nerves are remidning me of my loss.

My face is wet too. I think im crying. I havent done that since the first time. But, i will get over it. I always do.

The wound crusts over and falls away, revealing my new skin and shorter stump. The pain subsides but it returns for a body part i no longer have. Almost like my body misses it.

I learn to live without those things lost. I learn to eat, feed, read, dress, clean, please with my stumps. And im miserable. And awful. And anxiety ridden. Worrying about if someone will soon return and take whats left of me. What will they do once they reach my shoulder ? Keep cutting ? Dig inside the stump for pieces of flesh and organ from the source rather than bothering with my skin, a reminder that im human.

The only constant is that they or she or he will stuff their maws of my meat and savagley lick away the remnants of me with a hand over my mouth to not spoil the meal (or to hide from the reminder that im unwilling, displeased, and alive). Only to discard me with less than i began with. Which already wasnt much.

And yet. I always find myself reaching a short time later. Always needing something that seems to be forever out of reach.

born to be chill, forced to be overthinking and anxious and overwhelmed and restless

The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

Please donate 🗣‼️

Support a Family in Need ❤️

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 19% of our goal (€3,715/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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Here are a few back to back. I will section them. These were written within the past 3 months. Pls be forgiving if there are errors. These were written in my notes app initially.

The Lamb

There was a blind lamb

That screamed and wailed for it's mother

For three days

For three nights

The lamb continued to wail with its eyes wide open

Scanning the endless night frantically

Unaware that it's calls were being answered by an empty, motionless field

Rather than who it needed

Monster in the Closet

I have always been afraid of the dark

I require a dimly lit, slowly overheating lamp to sleep

As late into the evening a monster stands in my doorway

It's back long and unending

Spikes stick out every angle of its head

It stands in semi-silence

Staring

I feel it's eyes upon me as I rest

In naught but a shirt

But my peripheral tells me that there is no monster

Just my mother, getting home from work

You Should Have Called Out

I made myself look pretty today

Just because you told me to

I did my hair, my makeup, ans a nice outfit

All before it was time to go

The only thing I hadn't done was greeted u when you arrived

Because you hadn't

Not yet at least

I sat on my bed with a wrinkle free comforter

But then it had been a while so I laid down

But when I woke up I was still alone and fully dressed

I couldn't smell my perfume anymore and my shirt was wrinkled

But I still waited

And fell asleep again, hungry

The Inability to Read Between the Lines

I'm sorry for whatever I have done to annoy you today

For talking to you too much

For speaking too loudly

For not being born a boy

I'm sorry mommy please don't yell at me

All I wanted was a hug

You won't look my way otherwise

So csn I have my hug?

How much more must I do before I am forgiven of the sins I've never been aware of?

How much longer must I wait on my knees for your judgment, mother?

What is so wrong with me that you csnt bear to even speak of it

This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share my pinned any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤Thanks

Unfortunately I don't have the funds, but I can share your pinned :) best of luck to you, please be safe🙏🏽🙏🏽

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