genuinely nothing is more corrosive to love, respect, or trust than the insecurity of forever being second and last in line. of always being the plus one but never invited; always tolerated on their behalf but never wanted on your own. of knowing that nobody's jealousy or admiration is about you at all, only your place at their side. you tell them that you feel like you only exist when you're with them, and they laugh, charmed, but it isn't a figure of speech. it's not enough that they love you best if everyone else loves them better.
every so often i remember how awesome the modern interconnected multicultural world is. i grew up getting to hear fairy tales from all over the world. africa, asia, europe, america. everywhere in between. i can have bagels for breakfast, curry for lunch, and ramen for dinner without even leaving the city limits. music and art and philosophy and technology that originated thousands of miles and years apart from eachother have come together and interwoven into something greater than the sum of its parts. its hard not fall into despair when thinking about the horrors but god. god the wonders.
I’m speaking my feelings out because u are family to me and i want to remind you of our situation.
First and foremost, I want to extend my deepest thanks to every single one of you who helped me. Because of your incredible support and generosity, I was able to evacuate Gaza safely. I will never forget that you are the reason I am standing here today.
However, our struggle is far from over. The brutal aggression on the Gaza Strip has stripped us of everything. My family and I lost our home, our belongings, and our sole source of income. We have been forced to start from below zero.
Currently, part of my family is in Egypt, trying to rebuild their lives. But human solidarity and attention have faded over time, and the donations have drastically slowed down. We are now struggling immensely to cover basic monthly needs, including rent, utilities, and daily expenses.
More painfully, my brother, Mohamed, is still trapped in Gaza, enduring unimaginable suffering every single day. He urgently needs monthly financial support just to secure his basic daily necessities and survive the harsh conditions there.
Throughout my life, I have always believed in the power of giving. I have constantly extended my hand to help anyone in need, and I continue to do so whenever I can. Today, it is my family that desperately needs that helping hand.
No donation is too small. Every single dollar you give can help us pay our rent in Egypt, keep a roof over our heads, and send life-saving support to my brother Mohamed in Gaza. If you cannot donate, please share our story.
We deeply appreciate your ongoing kindness, empathy, and support during the darkest chapter of our lives. Thank you for not forgetting us.
DONATE HERE 👇🏼
Go to paypal.me/bushrabo and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
I wrote this post one month ago today we started a new month August i hope this month will be better than the last one as you see here only 440$ we got and the last donation we on 25th
You can help us by donating or sharing this post and the paypal account I appreciate that 🙏♥️
Also you must know the IDF still bombing gaza everyday destroying the remains of any buildings killing innocent civilians and makes them displaced
instead of either having a server be muted or unmuted discord should introduce a setting called special princess mode where the server is muted except ☝🏽 for one person that is your special princess and the emoji0oo990op09iop09i8o09i8op09iolp-09op-0opyujiko8o9i8ukol9iukolp9i8uki sorry. i got a drop of oil on my keyboard bc i was eating hummus with a little bit of olive oil earlier and i was cleaning that off. anyway and the notification icon is a heart. and they have to to call it that.
URGENT: August Is My Family's Last Chance to Escape Gaza and Reunite with Me in Ireland
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2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt Here .
Please Don't Let Me Lose My Family. August Is Our Last Chance
Thank you from the bottom of our broken hearts. For nearly three years, you have stood beside my family through this devastating war. Your kindness has helped me support them as they have endured life in tents, unimaginable hardship, and the constant fear of bombardment and death.
We will never forget your compassion or the hope you have given us.
Now, FINALLY!!!, There is HOPE ...
I have been informed that my family’s evacuation is expected to take place in August. However, the Irish Embassy and the Department of Justice require us to show sufficient funds in our bank account before family reunification visas can be issued for my wife and our four children.
Without these funds, we cannot complete the visa process, and my wife and children will remain in Gaza, where their lives are in constant danger from bombing, starvation, and the devastating conditions they face every day. Even worse, my elderly parents, siblings and their children entirely depend on funds I send them in the incredibly harsh conditions they live!
We lost our home and everything we had in this hellish war and all my wife and children have right now is a tent in the living hell of Gaza.
My Irish college is providing the necessary supporting documents, but we urgently need your help to meet the financial requirement for them to be able to start a new life in Ireland.
If you are able, please donate and share my GoFundMe with friends and others who may have compassionate hearts.
Your support could help save the lives of my wife and four children.
Please Donate if you can, reblog our life saving blog and share with your friends.
Your kindness and support is the only hope I have to save my family!
People say: "Family always comes First," and to that, I say: "Amen!".… Mahmoud Khalaf needs your support for Death chases my family in Gaza;
Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back.
The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act.
For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body.
The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser.
Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology.
Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.
pov youre keefe sencen and sophie (and fitz) just got brutally tortured and are on bed rest for at least a week but u have to somehow make this about yourself
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