family. Perhaps your brother, sister, or friend, imagining that my family, which is now under threat of death, is your family. My name is Mahdi. We used to live a peaceful life in our home, which was destroyed by the bombing in this war, destroying our present, memories of our past, and shattering our future. My house, built piece by piece, contained every drop of sweat I shed while working to provide my children with a decent and peaceful life. In an instant, a missile struck and destroyed it, but praise be to God in all circumstances.
After this destruction, I couldn't find a livelihood inside Gaza, nor could we find suitable work, education, or healthcare for human life. Because I care about my children and grandchildren, I want them to live a peaceful life, safely, and in the best condition possible.
So, I decided to create this link to ask for help to leave Gaza for Egypt. The cost is very high, and I cannot afford it. Then, move from Egypt to a foreign country. However, the financial cost of traveling from Gaza is too high for me, estimated at $6,000 per person. Also, my living expenses in Egypt to move to a foreign country also need funding.
My family consists of (Mahdi the father, Elham the wife, Mohammad the son, Saeed the son, Ahlam the daughter, Shareen the daughter, Sandus the son's wife, Ahmed the grandson, Saleh the grandson). My family is all I have in this world, and I fear for their survival in Gaza. Asking for your help is the only way I have to save my family's life and future. Your assistance may become our hope when hope is far from us in these circumstances. Every dollar you can donate may save a life, bring hope to weary hearts, and save the future of this family.
Please do not read this story as a tragic tale. I'm here to ask you to prevent it from becoming more tragic and to help us start our lives anew. I'm here to ask for your help, not your sympathy, to ask you to take action, whether by donating or sharing this with anyone you know who can help. Please read this with your heart and take action as if it were your family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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Palestinian tiktoker Medo Halimy was martyred yesterday. He was growing a garden and making "a day in the life" tiktoks while in Gaza. He was just 19 years old and now he's gone, but y'all wanna pretend that people wanting hard stances against genocide is some kind of moral superiority issue and not the fact that people are literally dying.
This is his family's gofundme that's still linked to his tiktok. Please send some help their way so they no longer have to lose more of their family.
My laptop ran an update while I was sleeping last night which would've been fine except that the fan pad it sits on has rgb lights that fire up whenever the the computer first powers on, so in the middle of the night my computer finished its restart sequence and this happened:
i'm seeing people losing hope for palestine i'm begging you seriously please don't. the death toll is high but there are still people alive, there are still journalists risking everything to make sure the world sees what is happening. please continue protesting if you have the option to, keep demanding for a ceasefire and keep talking about palestinians both alive and dead. you have to keep going until the very end or else you really did fail them.
how do we convince non Palestinians that they don’t even have the license to ‘lose’ hope after two months when Palestinians have been struggling for 75+ years. the occupation is being humiliated daily by the resistance’s victories on the battleground. defeatist language doesn’t reflect reality and frankly it’s narcissistic to center solidarity around ‘activism fatigue’ if that even fucking exists alongside the abundance of privilege
Ok so my kid had an ear infection, right? As kids often do.
The doctor scraped out a bit of earwax to have a better look inside.
I was sent a bill for $200 PER EAR for this 5 second procedure which I did not give permission for them to do.
That was key- they did not ASK me if they could do this "procedure". And, as I OWN a medical practice (it's me. The medical practice is me, sitting in my house on video calls) I knew to call them when this bill came in to be like "You did not obtain informed consent for this procedure, and it was not en emergency procedure. You had full ability to gain my consent and didn't. I'm not paying."
And the massive hospital who owned the bill said "yuh-huh you do have to pay."
And I said "I own a practice. I know these laws. I do not owe you money for this."
And they conducted an "internal review" and SURPRISE! Decided I totally owed them money and they had never done anything wrong ever.
And so I called my state's Attorney General office, and explained the situation because, as I mentioned, I know the law. The AG got in touch within a couple days to say they were taking the case and would send the massive hospital conglomerate a knock it off, guys letter.
Lo and Behold, today I have a letter where said hospital graciously has agreed to forfeit the payment.
"How not to get screwed over by companies" should be part of civics class.
Know your rights and know who to call when they're infringed on. This whole process cost me $0 and honestly less effort than I would have expected.
May this knowledge find its way to someone else who can use it.
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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