as a regular donor to Gaza Soup Kitchen I get their email updates, and they said today that while they've continued to be able to expand, donations are slowing down as Gaza gets less coverage. If you have a few dollars to spare, I encourage you to send them here to continue the amazing work that Hani and his team are doing.
We're creating our own version of Alice in Wonderland, but uh, heh, get this... this isn't your mama's Alice in Wonderland. It's a little bit twisted. A little bit fucked up
But Palestinians are surviving the genocide rather than celebrating with their friends and families or performing Hajj (pilgrimage) [Al Jazeera reports the following: "Children perform ‘mini Hajj’ in Gaza as Israel blocks pilgrims. A school in Gaza City has taught its children how to perform the entire Hajj, as Palestinians living in the enclave are forced to miss the pilgrimage for a third year due to Israel’s travel blockade"].
Please consider helping my friend, Suad (@stillwritingtoday). She is a computer engineer from North Ghazzah and she is a mother to an 1 year old child who is ill with allergies and infections. Suad is pregnant while she is caring for older relatives, such as her in-laws and her grandparents! She needs to purchase medicine, clothing, food, fuel, supplies, and other essentials!
Her fundraiser is #279 in the vetted fundraisers' spreadsheet by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi. @/nabulsi has written posts for Suad, with the latest update here.
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I am writing this post with great sadness and sorrow after discovering today that my father has suffered a severe heart attack. In addition, my father has cancer and must be evacuated from Gaza as soon as possible. With the lack of resources, medical equipment, and supplies, his chances of survival are very slim.
All I'm trying to do is collect as many donations as possible to survive in the hell of Gaza and escape at the first opportunity. Please give us your support and donate now. Your donation can give us hope for my father's treatment and for us to stay alive until we can get out of here. Please donate.
Guys, the situation in Gaza is getting worse day after day. Heavy bombardment resumed today everywhere, as if the war has started all over again. We are living in harsh tent conditions, facing freezing cold, violent winds, and heavy rain, with no access to even the most basic necessities of life.
On top of all this, my father is seriously ill, and his health condition is deteriorating day by day, while proper hospitals and medications are unavailable.
Life has truly become a living hell beyond human endurance. We have reached a point where we wish for death instead of this hell we are forced to live through every single moment.
I know I am asking a lot, but I am placing my hope in your humanity to extend a helping hand to my family. We are in desperate need of your support.
Please, donate to help my family survive.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi)
Times like these I remember that Malcolm X quote about healing and how it requires acknowledging the knife is there. Things like "this isn't who we are" and "this is un-American" and "what are we? [insert another country]??" reveal a deep seated denial of American history and state-sponsored domestic terror that I'm just not gonna entertain anymore from leftists over the age of twenty.
"If you stick a knife nine inches into my back and pull it out three, that is not progress. Even if you pull it all the way out, that is not progress. Progress is healing the wound, and they haven't even begun to pull out the knife. They won't even admit the knife is there."
realized that we were just a passing trend. And as soon as the sound of the shelling faded, the world’s voice faded with it, leaving us alone in an endless ruin.
Please, my friends, don't stop supporting us and donating to us now. Even my university studies are no longer useful to me. We are living as if we are in a very ancient era. I don't know how to live in it and protect my children.
This image isn't just a fleeting news item; it's part of our daily reality in Gaza. While thousands of trucks loaded with tents, blankets, food, and medicine are held outside the Strip, prevented from entering by the Israeli occupation, we face a humanitarian catastrophe that worsens day by day. We die here every moment. We suffer constantly, and everyone ignores what we're going through.
I was injured more than 600 days ago. Shrapnel from the bombing of our house, while we were inside, is still embedded in my body. I'm still injured and unable to receive proper treatment because of the siege and the lack of medical supplies. The pain is constant, but what's worse than the pain is the feeling that we're forgotten and that everyone is ignoring what we're going through. We constantly ask for help, and everyone ignores us.
My family and I are very ill now due to the winter storm that began yesterday in Gaza. Because of this winter, we haven't been able to recover due to the lack of medicine and shelter from these recurring storms. Our tent is torn and leaking rainwater and cold air. Worse still, all our blankets and pillows are soaked. We urgently need to buy medicine and treatments, but they are very expensive because the occupation prevents the entry of medicine into Gaza. Therefore, we desperately need your help by donating so we can buy these medicines quickly. Please donate.
Worse still, I have a runny nose and severe sneezing. When I sneeze, it feels like the metal fragments (stuck in my body) are moving inside me, and I experience excruciating pain in the affected areas and my wounds. Please help me so I can buy my medication as soon as possible. Please donate.
As the new year begins, I sit inside our cold tent and ask myself:
Do I even have the right to dream?
I dreamed of welcoming this year in a home that protects us, not in a fragile tent that shakes with every wind and lets the cold creep into our nights.
I dreamed that my children could sleep without fear, and wake up to the smell of bread — not the sound of bombing.
My wish was simple.
A small home. A safe roof. Warmth that feels like the homes we lost.
I wished I could vaccinate my children, protect their health, and shield them from illness the same way I try to shield them from war.
But the reality is heavier than my strength, and the war has taken away our choices and our time.
In this new year, I am not asking for the impossible.
I am asking for a kind hand, a compassionate heart, and help that can restore a piece of our humanity.
Maybe my wishes will come true.
Maybe my children will grow up remembering that someone stood by them in their darkest days.
We are still dreaming, despite everything.
And we still believe that kindness has not disappeared.🙏
"The Alaa family lived a peaceful and stable life in their beautiful home. Alaa and her… Ola Moh needs your support for Help Ola’s Family Fi
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