Ge Bei/Ge Ba, Fabrics and rice glue, circa 1950s (1, 2, 3, 4)
The pieces of fabric utilized for these collages were either those that were found in people’s own homes or recuperated from others who threw them away. Back then, old ladies made them at home, at times in each other’s company. Aware of the potential for exquisiteness in their creations, they treated the making ritual as if were a beauty pageant. Sometimes they even included fragments of precious embroidery sewn on silk.
“When I was a kid, my mother was making collages. She always kept aside the cloths she found. When the time came to make it, she first sorted all the cloth on a paper to the right and left to see if the colors were in harmony, then she began to glue them when she was satisfied with the colors. And that’s how a work of art was born. When the weather was nice, the women of the village gathered at the entrance of a house to work together while chatting. And the collage became a real competition between the women. The one who made the most beautiful collage was like a champion who would have won a grand prize for sport.” (San Paolo, Brazil in 2002, Xin Yang, retired director of the Museum of the Forbidden City)
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Hello I am Mohammad Tayseer, 34 years old, Palestinian living in Gaza. I am married to Basma Ramez, and we have two children: Jude, who is 4 years old, and yazan, who is 2 and a half years old.
Our life was normal and full of optimism, and we had big ambitions.I worked in smartphone programming at City Phone. I was happy with my job, and our dreams were focused on building a bright and beautiful future for our children. We had a large, beautiful home that sheltered us, full of many wonderful memories.
But suddenly, without any warning, war destroyed everything beautiful in our lives. Our home was demolished by a missile, leaving nothing behind, and my company was also damaged. I lost my job, and we became homeless and without income.
Pictures of a house when it is partially destroyed
Pictures of the house after it was hit by a missile and completely destroyed
We tried to flee more than five times to safer areas in search of security, but safety in Gaza has become nearly impossible. Death and destruction are everywhere, and our children live in a constant nightmare. Opportunities for education and entertainment have vanished, and basic necessities are scarce. We live in poverty and despair.
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I am Mohammad Taysir, 34 years old, a Palestinian living in Gaz… Mohammed Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War
We are now seeking a chance to live in a safe place outside of Gaza. However, our only hope now is to escape this ongoing hell and find a safe haven for our family. This requires significant financial costs, as border crossing fees amount to $5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child, a sum I cannot afford on my own.
Every donation, no matter the amount, whether $10 or $20, will have a significant impact on our lives. Your contributions will help cover the costs of travel and living in a safe country. We hope to start a new life away from fear and destruction and give our children a new opportunity to dream and hope. Our children deserve to live in safety
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Please take a moment to watch the video bellow and know more about Deyaa's story. You can follow his account on twitter @deyaa_Akram14 and his IG account deyaa_akram14 , there is a relative posting updates on his account.
Please support his GFM campaign, the funds go towards living expenses and medical costs, Deyaa's mom has cancer and will also need treatment after evacuation.
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URGENT THE LAST DONATION TO DEYAA'S GFM WAS 13H AGO
$19,727 USD raised of $25,000
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Deyaa still has hope of being evacuated and getting prosthetics, he is also very worried for his mother since she has been diagnosed with cancer for a while now and cannot start chemotherapy while in Gaza. Pls help them get funds for basic needs and medical expenses, RB and donate if you are able.
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Besides being stuck in a war zone and suffering with the loss of Deyaa's arms they also worry for their mother that was recently diagnosed with breast cancer.
Pls donate and RB to help them.
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*With the beginning of autumn and the approach of winter...
⚠️From the risk of death to the risk of drowning..⚠️
Between the bombing, the shells of the planes and the cannons, and the sounds of bullets that echoed without stopping, the heavy rains came to represent an additional great suffering for the residents of the Gaza Strip. As winter approached for the second time during the war, the weather began to cool and the rain began to fall. It was light, so it flooded our tent, our food, our clothes, and even our mattresses with water. Sand and water became everywhere, and the tents became just pieces of cloth that did not protect against the rain and cold.
The life span of the nylon fabrics that tents are made of is 6 months, and now we have been living in them for a whole year, as they have melted from the intense heat of the sun, and we currently need to buy new nylon to make a new tent for 8 people so that we can control the situation, and this requires a large sum of money after the prices rose to 10 times the normal price, not to mention our need for blankets and covers to keep warm and protect our bodies from the winter cold.
Every contribution, big or small, saves us and helps us before it's too late. Please donate and help my family find the peace and security we deserve, and protect ourselves from the cold of winter, rain and drowning.
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My heroic friends who support the Palestinian cause... Today, after we have lost hope in this world, I ask you to help us and stand by us before winter comes and engulfs the tent again.♥️🇵🇸
I have a 2 year old baby (Youssef) who needs care, milk🍼, some medicine and healthy food🍞. I lost some of my family, my home and everything. 🥹🥹
I only have the baby left. Sorry if I bothered you. I feel too ashamed to even try to ask for help. All I want is for the rest of my family not to die. All I want is to save their lives. Save us from this hell. Please donate even a little. 🥹 🙏🙏
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Dear Hanaa, I am not financially able to make any more donations this week. But I’ve shared your campaign. I hope you and your family find peace and safety soon. 🤍
This week I’m happy to be supporting Hanaa’s campaign! She is currently at £20,663 of her £50,000 goal. I donated £40 (approximately USD $53), so please consider matching my donation or giving what you can.
My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.
Beloved of my heart (Bakr)
Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.
My House before...
Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..
The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.
Our beautiful memories.. :(
We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.
Baker used to play with his dog.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
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i think a lot of comfortable liberals, esp in the imperial core, balk at the critical analyses of politically conscious people because they are genuinely fearful to grasp the degree of mundane cruelty necessary to fuel the current ruling order. it offends their sensibilities. it is disturbing and it disturbs. it would require grappling with the reality that they benefit from it, and it would require active effort to try to comprehend the genuinely incomprehensible level of bloodshed which maintains the status quo. when, for examples, liberals ask such questions as "well, during 'the revolution,' what about how [x tokenized demographic who is vulnerable] will be harmed?", they do so because they refuse to accept the reality of the mundane and normalized level of violence essential to the state of affairs.
the reality that must be contended with (and, certainly, the unignorable, compulsory reality for the vast majority of the peoples of the world) is that the state of affairs is saturated with more blood than anybody in their single lives could possibly wrap their head around. comfortable liberals seem to want to believe the world is, on some level, good, or at least neutral. undoubtedly there are good things in this world, but that is true in such a trivial sense, like saying "the sun will rise the next day," that it amounts to nothing more than trite aphorism in the face of unimaginable cruelty.
the gears of this system are oiled with more blood than we will ever know. genocide and devastation and war and extraction and exploitation and slavery and humiliation are the norms of this system. this system innovates the most imaginative cruelties in service of shaving fractions of pennies off of costs to elevate profits and consolidate capital. to have any kind of real, or, genuinely, even optimistic understanding of the world requires contending with this reality of status quo.
“The people come to understand that wealth is not the fruit of labor but the result of organized, protected robbery. Rich people are no longer respectable people; they are nothing more than flesh eating animals, jackals and vultures which wallow in the people's blood.”
"You survive this and in some terrible way, which I suppose no one can ever describe, you are compelled, you are corralled, you are bullwhipped into dealing with whatever it is that hurt you. And what is crucial here is that if it hurt you, that is not what’s important. Everybody’s hurt. What is important, what corrals you, what bullwhips you, what drives you, torments you, is that you must find some way of using this to connect you with everyone else alive. This is all you have to do it with. You must understand that your pain is trivial except insofar as you can use it to connect with other people’s pain; and insofar as you can do that with your pain, you can be released from it, and then hopefully it works the other way around too; insofar as I can tell you what it is to suffer, perhaps I can help you to suffer less."
- James Baldwin, The Artist's Struggle for Integrity
