I think when I'm older I'm gonna volunteer and work in relief and helping countries that need help, because I'm called to love everyone even those I don't like or don't agree with I should still love and help, I want to help other, because if I can't have my dream job I may as well help other have dreams instead of nightmares
I'm almost sixteen and am already debating which country to move to when I'm an adult with enough money, because the United States terrifies me.
At this point maybe we should all just boycott the US-of-A
Also I'm freaking terrified as a cys-female to live here because of everything we know about our president and other influential members of society\the government what a great day to be a fucking underage (extremely weak) girl 😭
Tell the world that we are still alive and that we deserve to live on this earth. We are the ones who lost our lives, our passion, our homes, and everything. We need someone to support us, to hear the clamor of our voices breaking with pain, and to hear the cries of our children as they scream at the top of their lungs because their childhood has been stolen; they no longer have toys, no school, and no future. The fate of my children and family is in your hands. Tell the world we are here and we deserve your support to stay alive.I am a Palestinian mother who wants to live in safety. Participate and support, even with something small; it means life to us.
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
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