As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.
.Please, please, look at my donation campaign and help me. I have newborn children and my son Ahmed needs treatment. He is a heart patient and suffers from two holes in the heart. He needs help and treatment. We do not have money and we are stuck in Egypt because of the Gaza war. My wife and I lost my jobs and there is no source of income. I would like you to help. To care for my children and provide the necessary treatment for my child Ahmed, please donate even a little thing to save my child’s life
sharif alamoudi Needs Your Help | Hello, I am Sharif Al-Amoudi from Gaza. I am married and have five-month-old twin boys, Hossam and Ahmed,
I write to you with a heavy heart 💔 My children and I are going through very difficult times, and no one is asking about us. My son needs treatment and medication, and he needs milk, diapers, and urgent care. Please don't leave us alone in these difficult circumstances. 😔
We need your help. The situation is extremely difficult. You are our last hope. Food, clothes, milk, rent—everything has become incredibly expensive. My son, Ahmed, needs heart surgery and eye surgery. Please help my son so he can complete his treatment and undergo the operations. In addition to my family in Gaza, my parents, brothers, and sisters are also living in dire circumstances. Please help me for the sake of my family.
My name is Sharif, and I suffer from a back injury. I need intensive treatment and physical therapy to recover. Unfortunately, we lost everything in Gaza; we have no income and cannot work. The situation is extremely difficult.
PLEASE HELP 🙏🏽 EVEN A SIMPLE REPOST AND COMMENTING CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!
Ahmed is suffering greatly. His condition is worsening because I can't afford his surgery; I keep postponing it. Every post I ignore means an extra hour of pain. Please donate; your help could save his life.
My mother was injured in Gaza and needs a metal plate in her leg. Please help me get her treatment. My mother desperately needs your donations and assistance.
Please, my mother is in the hospital and urgently needs medical treatment and healthy food for her recovery. Please, I don't want to lose her. Even a small donation would help—and please share this post. 🥲
All I ask of you is to help me provide medical treatment and food for my twin children—who were born after ten years through IVF—and to help my family in Gaza. Please, donations are very low; you are our only hope.
His son Ahmed is suffering from a heart condition and damage to his eye, his mother's leg is badly injured, and Sharif himself is suffering from an extreme back injury.
They need funds for IMMEDIATE TREATMENT for all of them, but so far they have only raised €122/20,000 of their goal. Barely a fraction of what they need.
Please ACT QUICKLY and help this family get the treatment they need.
DONATE as much as you can, SHARE their story as widely as possible, and REBLOG with tags to keep Sharif's posts in circulation
My children are holding on to a small hope your help now could save them from a harsh fate. Every contribution, no matter the size makes a real difference in their lives🙏
I repeat this with a heavy heart: I beg anyone who sees my post to share it and not ignore it. My child is slipping away from me. Please, share and donate now. Don't let your silence cause my child, Ahmed, to disappear.🥲
(This is a Great Golden Digger Wasp - Sphex ichneumoneus - doing what its name implies, digging. But you may also notice, if you turn the sound on, that she’s making some incredible noises as she does so.)
What helped me write trauma better is remembering that the nervous system learns predictions. If danger used to come after quiet, calm can feel threatening. If kindness used to come with a price, kindness can feel suspicious. So healing is not just “they know they’re safe now.” Healing is the slow, annoying, deeply unfair process of teaching the body that the old prediction is not always the present truth.
When I lived in London there was a murder of crows that lived near me. I fed them often, they brought me presents (shiny rubbish and cigarette butts they found on the floor to thank me.)
When I moved, I’m certain they understood I was leaving because I had all my stuff and gave them lots of food and compliments.
But, they chased down my friend who lived in the next burrough over. They had recognised that friend with me several times and followed them to their house when they couldn’t find me.
They adopted my friend and it was now my friend’s job to bring them snacks and receive the presents.
This was maybe 6-7 years ago.
I visited London last year. Went to see my friend. The crows all not only recognised me, they tracked me down. We got into my friend’s flat and not twenty minutes later there was chaos on the balcony.
We open the curtains, the entire fucking murder is there shouting because they wanted to see me.
"Vanderhorst had been under the influence of MDMA and three litres of vodka she had consumed on the night of the offence last September, her lawyer Michael Hill told the court."
