waitt i'm browsing the warsaw national museum's online database and there are some lovely paintings from a trip to palestine in 1901
Palestina libre!!!
Hello 👋 my ❤ friends !
Life has become incredibly harsh, tough and full of hardship and painful suffering. We lack all he basic living essentials and necessities such as food, water , medicine and other needs.
I Will Not Apologize
Happy Pride, ya'll.
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Inspired by The Hesitant Fiancé by Auguste Toulemouche
i love horror :3
"Stop bombing Gaza"
Train graffiti in Rome
Think he’s got cat hair up his nose?
My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
The Right to a Peaceful Life
My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
Pearl never understood why no one seemed to like the rain.
They said the rain was sad, with its darkened skies. Though Pearl admitted the theme was fitting, like the heavens themselves were crying, there had always been something more to the rain in her eyes.
It watered the farmland, breathed life and vibrance back into the grass. The sound of those little drops was soft and calming, the echo of thunder seeping into her bones. And the lightning, a bright and otherworldly spectacle that carved lines of gold into the stone sky.
Sometimes Pearl would just sit next to an open window, watching and appreciating the cool air in her lungs. Other times she would grab a coat and stand under the open sky. If it was warm enough, she would forgo the coat entirely, feeling the raindrops against her skin.
The rain had never done anything wrong.
So why did everyone speak its name through barred teeth?
I fear people overestimate how normal any given Pearl fan is. I think this is because to people who are fans of other hermits, Pearl seems like one of the most normal people on the server and thus is a perfect side character for their fics and aus and such. But people who watch mainly Pearl know the truth. She is possibly the most insane of them all, possibly by virtue of the fact that she works the night shift and possibly because she is an Art Kid ™.
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