Shahad Dahlan @shahaddh94 - Tumblr Blog

You have the right to know what I recently received and what I did with your generous donations…

Five days ago, I asked you to help me raise $300 to buy medicine for a patient we know, enough for the next three months… due to its scarcity and Israel’s deliberate prevention of essential medicines and supplies from entering the Gaza Strip.

This patient suffers from severe epileptic seizures… and has been relying on this medicine for years.

A few months ago, he even had three seizures in a single day because he wasn’t given his dose… it was never available in the pharmacies of Dair Al Balah at that time, not even in Khan Younis.

My spirit shattered when I witnessed this myself…

and I cursed the occupation and the world a million times.

I’m sorry I couldn’t share the patient’s name, or even his medical reports, although I have them now.

The patient doesn’t even know, and I won’t let him know I did this, because he’s very sensitive and I don’t want to upset him.

But… what can we do? I wanted to at least do something for him as well.

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However…

you should know that on that day, I didn’t just receive the $300 I needed…

friends raised $800 via PayPal and the campaign.

But I promised myself I would use it wisely.

$300 was spent on the patient’s medicine, enough for the next four months, Alhamdulillah.

$200 was allocated to my father in exile, who has been unemployed for over two years since his arrest on October 7; I transferred it to him yesterday, as he is more deserving of your money than I am.

$100 was spent on three plastic covers, which will be given to the three most in need families in the neighborhood, whom we know very well have no source that were severely affected in the recent storm.. of income and no donation campaigns. I’m sorry I cannot photograph people like others do, and they didn’t know who did it, but they will surely pray for me and for you in secret. ♡

I have $200 left.

$100 I will use to buy some clothes for the children of the Hassan family who haven’t received anything yet, and the other I used yesterday to buy some food, coffee, charcoal for heating, and cigarettes for myself, so I can write more beautiful poems, haha.

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I truly don’t know where to begin, nor how words could ever express a gratitude worthy of you and all that you have done for me. You have never left me alone or lost, and every single time… every single time, you were always the first to extend a helping hand without hesitation.

Your hearts have always anticipated my needs.

Every time I turn to you, I wake up to find that the goal has been achieved, and even exceeded.

You have made me feel, with deep sincerity, that I am among my true family. With your love, generosity, and kindness, you have lifted the shyness that once weighed on me, and now I can be honest with you when I need something, without hesitation or fear. This is all the result of your constant love and care.

Shukran to everyone who has offered help every time, even with just a single word; to me, a word is more valuable than all the money in the world.

I love you, and you have all my respect and gratitude.

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For context, the $100 today is spent based on the shekel + 25% commission (only 260 shekels instead of 350)…

For anyone who wishes to help monthly, even with just ten dollars, the link is here.

I am raising funds for my friend in Gaza. This fund is to help he… Manar Ahmed needs your support for Help Shahad, Hassan, and their kittens

I love you all, and your money is in my trust. ♡

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Every time I write a poem… I feel my soul soaring.

But this time, I really feel suffocated.

I rewrote my poem that I wrote yesterday… I gave it a title and attached an audio recording of my Arabic version.

The song Cigarettes After Sex – Cry was the companion of my night and my writings.

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Merhaba...

I am a simple poet from Gaza, weaving pain into poetry, and my voice needs support to reach the world.

I need you to be my voice, to share my words, and to spread my poems, so that others may hear what we live through and feel our pain and dreams through poetry instead of the news.

I can’t activate the paid subscription in Substack. If you love my poems, just buy me a coffee.

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Here is my Substack account,

and here you will find my full poem with an audio recording in the Arabic version.

I am raising funds for my friend in Gaza. This fund is to help he… Manar Ahmed needs your support for Help Shahad, Hassan, and their kittens

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Here, my brothers (John, Ahmed, and Sari) had gone to take a look at a place in the village when they came to visit me and spend some time together last week… so they could go for a drive and have a simple car race.. something they had long dreamed of after a long period of fuel shortages and after the streets and open spaces had been severely damaged.

When they returned, they said:

“The place is beautiful, wide, and free of debris… here we go, we’ll go now.”

These young men were so happy, as if it were the most wonderful outing just to relax a little.

But… this phrase took me back to the days when they would hear the sound of aid trucks, put on their shoes, and say the very same words:

“Here we go, we’ll go now,”

then run toward those deadly trucks to secure a handful of food… if they could, of course.

Despite all our pleas and fears, they didn’t listen to us and never cared.

Hunger forced them to do this.. for the sake of their children, their mothers, their wives, and their siblings.

Now, Alhamdulillah, their stomachs are full…

but this phrase still leaves a terrifying mark inside me.

I attached clips from videos of those cursed trucks that used to come near my family’s home.. videos I had recorded long ago. I tried to add music to soften, even slightly, the harsh sound of gunfire, but to no avail.

Death overwhelms even the music…

I am broken now, and I only pray that those days never return.

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I cannot share or write anything about Epstein.

I read in silence, and I vomit from time to time.

Even my next poem, which began its very first lines in the name of humanity,

I will tear apart.

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I see that life here has become only about how we will eat or drink… that’s all they’ve made us!

An important social issue that you should know about.

Merhaba everyone, today I’m both happy and not happy at the same time. Happy because we finally received a message inviting us to collect two food parcels from the World Food Programme (WFP).

The World Food Programme, which I’ve always jokingly given a funny abbreviation in Palestinian Arabic.. you won’t find it anywhere else, haha.

Meaning: ((You won’t find even a grain of what you wish for in it.))

In reality, this parcel has never changed, and its contents have never been updated… since the beginning of the collective siege…

Not to mention the long months during which we were even denied receiving it.

Honestly, I don’t consider it food… I swear Wallah, it is not food.

I can’t describe my feelings; simply put.. and I’ll repeat it again and again.. this is not food.

When someone tells you that there is malnutrition in Gaza, believe it, because this is truly not food. Imagine if your body spent two years eating only this parcel, which contains canned foods full of preservatives and dried legumes.. what would happen to your body other than developing malnutrition?

Truly, there is an excessive number of cases of malnutrition in the Gaza Strip, and I am one of them. But Alhamdulillah ya’ani, recently some commercial goods have started arriving, and we are able to buy what we need. For me and others who have support and campaigns, we can buy everything we want, everything we wish for, everything we need. I can buy meat, fruits, chicken, chocolate, cola, anything I crave.

But others…

others…

we are talking about people, a large segment of society, who have no money, who lost their jobs, who have no source of income.

What are they supposed to eat? Are they supposed to keep eating this parcel? Until when? For two years, and now we are approaching the third year, and we are still eating the same meals. Until when?

As for the soup kitchens ((Tekiya)), some say, “You can eat from the soup kitchen.”

First, soup kitchens are not available in all areas.

Second, when the cook serves your meal, it’s not enough for just you, so how will it be enough for a family of ten or more?

Also, the content of the soup kitchen is the same, nothing has changed… nothing new is added, the same food, the same meal. We are exhausted, truly exhausted.

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Now I say: change the contents, change the box, change what’s inside. Enough.

We are human beings, and we used to live with dignity.. where is our dignity now? Honestly, I can't longer stay silent; I cannot remain quiet.

Enough.

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As for what I want to say personally: I will always collect this parcel, I will not leave it behind, we will definitely collect it, yeah. But I will not use it.

I won’t eat anything from it. Not out of pride, but my stomach can't longer handle it; Wallah, I can't longer take it, and I cannot eat more of it.

So I will give it to someone who needs it.

We only hope that they at least demand that the contents of this parcel be changed.

Sorry but fuck you WFP

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I think you understand now why I’m not happy either.

Shukran to everyone who listened.

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I am a simple poet from Gaza, weaving pain into poetry, and my voice needs support to reach the world.

I need you to be my voice, to share my words, and to spread my poems, so that others may hear what we live through and feel our pain and dreams through poetry instead of the news.

I also regularly write about our stories, dreams, and social issues in my homeland on Substack.

If you’d like to check out my work, here’s the link to my page. Shahad Dahlan

Anyway.. buy a cigarette, and come let us sit together and smoke it on the beach of Gaza.

Buy a cigarette ☺️🚬

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I was born on the land of Palestine to plant the love of life, not to sow seeds of sorrow.

And if I weren’t certain that I see that sorrow planted in the eyes of children, I would never be sad.

We deserve life.

Please, stop the genocide. 💔

Update..

Most of you have come to know me closely, and you know that my family is small. By the grace of Allah, who guided me to you and guided you to me, my financial situation in this devastation has been sustained thanks to your generous donations, which have never stopped, and which have compensated for a large part of what we suffered when habibi and I lost our jobs, and when our home was destroyed before it could be repaired.

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In fact, I am not someone who seeks attention, and I don’t like to post on social media about the charitable deeds we both did during this devastation, even if they were small. I see that as boasting, and I don’t like that… In the end, this is the grace of Allah and your generosity, not ours. We were merely a means to carry out some trusts that we saw their owners truly deserved.

And if I have shared even a part of these actions, the goal is only to raise awareness and inspire others to do the same, nothing more.

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But I wanted to share this in my campaign updates and here with you, for your sake…

So that the warmth of the children reaches you…

I wanted your hearts to be warmed and joyful,

because I know how broken and sad your hearts feel, and how powerless you feel for them, just like me…

I wanted to share it with you because it was all thanks to you…

I wanted to share it with you, because this is the least I can offer you, as I cannot embrace you except through words…

Aaah, how I wish I could meet you all.

I wanted to share it with you, to see the smiles on your faces now as you read this.

Let’s consider this a Christmas gift from you to them, yeah, that’s exactly what I told them haha.

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These clothes were purchased with a very small amount, yet it is far from small in those little hearts, where their eyes spoke volumes…

As well as their hugs and kisses, ah, if only you could have experienced them.

This time it was for the children of Hassan’s family.

InshaAllah, next time it will be for the children of my family, the children of our neighborhood here in Al Qarara, and my family’s neighborhood in Dair Al Balah.

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You have always been the supportive shoulder, always a joy to my heart and to everyone who lives with me or knows me.

I love you all, free spirits… and many kisses from me and the children to you.

Help me bring joy to children, even if it’s just a little… Donate just 10$ if you can, or share to spread light and love… Perhaps someone can do this.

My campaign goal has been achieved thanks to your generosity and kindness… and now I am trying to bring joy to others, especially children.

Please, I can’t do this alone without you.

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Salam friends..

I am Shahad Dahlan.. a poet and writer from Gaza.

I regularly write on my Substack account about life in Gaza, share real stories, not ones born of imagination… stories that weave together death and love, pain and hope, and martyrdom and resistance.

I look closely and listen with my heart to everyone around me… I try to be a voice for all of them… from the people who endure every kind of torment, and the children whose innocent childhood has been stolen… from the trees uprooted by their cursed tanks… and the sky, where clouds have formed from gunpowder smoke.and I weave from them a story in my own personal style, preferring a dialogue and story driven narrative, so that it is close to the reader, easy to understand, and touches their heart.

I aspire to write a complete novel with real characters, about what we have lived through in the wars.

The war has left us no choice for life, yet we create it nonetheless.

I lost my job in writing and editing, and now I am trying to continue despite the genocide imposed on us.

If you’d like, you can read my work here.. My Substack

And if you love my poems and can support my work,you can leave a small gesture here for me to continue.

GoFundMe

((knowing that this is optional.))

And today, through a voice recording, I’ll share with you the recitation of my latest poem, as I promised… though it’s in Arabic, of course, haha.

Thank you to your listening hearts. 🫶.

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Hello everyone,

I’m doing well, Alhamdulillah.

I’d like to thank everyone who checked on me after last night’s shooting incident. Don’t worry.. we’re, unfortunately, used to this haha, really.

Thank you all for your care and support.

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Right now, I’m very comfortable, breathing pure oxygen, sipping my morning coffee.. and reading my latest poem.

Every time I finish a poem, I feel my soul being set free, soaring. I never get bored when I read these words aloud…

I’ve read it more than thirty times, but do I remember it by heart? Impossible, haha.

Soon, I will record this poem and share it here.

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In any case, stay close and join me on Zoom, on Saturday.. where I will launch my booklet, which includes a collection of poems and daily stories from Gaza.

I will recite my poem 7 October ((In the Heart of Ruin, a City Without Stars...)) via a voice recording, and I take this opportunity to express my gratitude and appreciation to my poet friends, who valued my work and created this noble initiative to support my voice and the voice of my country, Palestine, showcasing it in their countries in more than one way.

I’m delighted to share this heartfelt moment with you, made possible by the support, love, and appreciation of friends in Australia: (Nina, Sara, and Abbey)

You are all warmly welcome… your presence completes the joy of this event.

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The details of the event are in this link… I would be delighted to have you join.

Thank you all.

https://events.humanitix.com/metukah-voices-from-falastin

@virovac

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Update..

I woke up today to a wonderful email from my dear friend Nina @Nina Rachel, and it touched me deeply:

When I downloaded the file and saw it, umm I felt something strange, deep, and very beautiful, but writing alone wasn’t enough to convey my feelings and love for her. That’s why I went to her Instagram account and sent her a voice clip, hoping my feelings would reach her, even though I don’t speak English perfectly.. I tried with all I could.

Umm I don’t know.. I felt close to her in a way I cannot describe.! ♡

Since I started on Substack in the past few months, my writings have started to be read on different platforms, and the latest was what my friend Rosie presented on stage In front of a human audience… attentive and understanding.

Today, I see my first book carrying my name, my voice, and the voice of my country, Palestine. I have never been in such a situation before, and I don’t know how to express it in words… Even though many people have shown me the idea, I’m not sure if they’ve actually done it yet. I usually don’t ask, but I allow it this time because I want the voice of my country to reach as far as possible, and I appreciate what kind and generous people like you do all over the world.

And here you are today 400 subscribers here…

Thank you for your love and trust.

By the way… you are allowed to quote anything from my writings ♡

I am truly grateful for all the love and care, and for the long distance embrace you have always given us and continue to give. I hope to embrace you all one day.

If you would like to support me and my work, you can choose to make a small contribution. It’s entirely optional.. just a gesture from your generous heart. GoFundMe 🫶

FREE PALESTINE𓂆 🇵🇸

Shahad

GAZA

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Update..

I just looked at the recent donations that came in after I launched my campaign for my friend Farah Enaya, and I found an overwhelming amount of love, kindness, and support…

Thank you all for your great care and generous donations… I did not expect such a quick response from you!

An amount of £477, approximately $650, was collected in just one day, Mashallah.♡

Only a little remains to save Farah and her family and ensure their safe exit from the north. But this is very good… I will try to complete the remaining amount by some means, as time is not on our side…

For this reason, I also decided to borrow this installment from my brother and give it to her as quickly as possible, because the situation cannot tolerate waiting, until I can receive the transfer from my friend Manar in the United Kingdom, which takes a long time and comes with some difficulties, unfortunately.

Alhamdulillah, my mind is still thinking, haha, and I succeeded. Lol

Anyway, I wanted to emphasize that you have indeed saved an entire grieving family, powerless and helpless, trapped and unable to leave the northern Gaza Strip.

Farah also asked me to thank you on her behalf… I told her about you, and she loved you as much as I do, and admired the love and kindness you offer to both of us, alongside your contribution through the donation.

Today, we are indebted to you with our very lives…

From our hearts here in Gaza to your hearts across the different continents of the world, we send endless love…🫶

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FINALLY...

Just remember this:

[Every donation, no matter how small, saves a life]

Show love and support to Farah, her family, and her cats until the end of September. ♡

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AUTHOR SHAHAD DAHLAN

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Salam everyone..

I thought deeply and realized that the paths never run out and the solutions are endless…

Nothing can stand as an obstacle.

I have decided to dedicate my fundraising campaign until the end of September entirely to my friend Farah and her family…the one whose story I mentioned in my latest article. [Directionless… Lost on the Compass!!!]

so that they can leave the north and stay safe.

Since she has no income, no financial support from any source, and not even a fundraising campaign…

I hope for your understanding, and thank you for your appreciation. Allah is witness to what I say and do.

The link to my campaign is pinned on my page for anyone who wishes to help Farah until the end of this September…

And please Share it

Farah’s Instagram account is shown here in the picture for anyone who wishes to get in touch with her. @farah_enaya__

Thank you all.

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Directionless… Lost on the Compass!!!

I run carrying my home with no destination…

After every attempt to write… I can’t help but collapse in tears.

There’s no way to extinguish the fire burning inside except by letting it leak onto the lines… 💔

This article broke me… but I’m fine, I’m fine.

AUTHOR/ SHAHAD DAHLAN

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Update..

Yesterday, with the release of the glowing lanterns, the paradox of life unfolded before me… I almost couldn’t understand anything… or perhaps, in truth, I don’t understand anything that is happening…

Beauty, light, and terror all erupted at the same time in the night sky over Gaza, coinciding with the news of the shooting of an American activist amid the crowds, and videos of chaos and uprisings against the police in France… with fires… and threats from Qatar, then Egypt, and so on…

I felt adrenaline surging through my body, and my legs trembled on their own.. I couldn’t really control them…

Yet I was excited, sad, happy, gloomy… ummm idk I had become a mass of strangeness.!!!

It was as if I were trapped between thrill and fear, between beauty and horror, between awe and confusion.

I was stretched to the limits of tension, unaware of the inevitable outcome of all these events, as if the world were testing the boundaries of our capacity to understand and endure…

And what terrifies me most… is that the greatest tragedy lies in Israel’s relentless advance, completely indifferent to others, as if the value of human life dissolves in the absence of mercy and justice…

In this contradiction, we feel the bitterness of existence…

Everything shines and illuminates, and yet, at the same time, everything collapses and quakes.

Anyway… the water truck just arrived in our neighborhood, and my mom is asking me to carry the jerrycans and fill them since my brother and my husband aren’t home…

And I’m going for the first time. Lol

Yeah, this is excitement, hahaha

This is the happy moment, lol.✊️

Now I understand why children feel like heroes when they bring a jerrycan of water. 💪😎

Yeah Gaza 𓂆

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Update..

This morning seems pleasant…

Even my mother said so.

I found Hassan awake before me, heading to the café.

He is trying to stay strong after losing his brother last month and his cousin yesterday.

I woke up and saw my mother preparing the bread. I got out of bed and tidied it, then went to help her.. She intended to send the bread to the baker because there’s no firewood available, but she remembered that this baker doesn’t accept worn out money, and unfortunately, all our money has become old and tattered.

So what could we do? No problem… we took a little firewood from my siblings.. Mama also wanted to get rid of a wooden clock that my brother had made, saying it no longer works, but I stopped her.

I told her.. it will stay, and we won’t burn it even if it doesn’t work, because I actually love its look. I know my mother well… she wouldn’t have done this if it weren’t necessary.

We finished our bread, Alhamdulillah, and prepared a small pot of tea.. Then my brother’s wife came with three pieces of sweets… On the occasion of the Prophet Mohammed’s birthday.♡(محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم)

Umm and she knows my morning weakness very well, haha yeah, sugar! Lol

And now, I feel much better today, Alhamdulillah… I can smell the coming autumn.. and it really lifts my mood.

We would like to express our gratitude for your continued care, support, and donations… thanks to you, we are able to get through our days and buy food and firewood instead of going to the dangerous and deadly distribution centers.

Alhamdulillah, Hassan has completely forgotten about it.

And in conclusion…

We just have a simple request from you…

Raise your voices in prayer for my cousin Mohammed and Bilal Dahlan… and for Hassan’s brother Mahmoud and his cousin Mahmoud Al Badrasawi as well.

SHAHAD & HASSAN

@hassanshahad

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Look, Palestina, beyond the seas…

Do you think they are silent? Do you think they have forgotten?

Look…

They are wild, rebellious,

Their cries thunder through the streets, and hearts remain steadfast.

The retiree carries a lifetime in one hand,

And in the other, he embraces your flag…

He shouts: Palestine is free!

The streets of the world across the seas surge like a flood,

Glittering with my country’s flag like a star shining in the sky…

Its colors delight life and overturn all balances,

So how is your soil, then, Ya Falastin?

Its colors delight the world,

Yet it alone is oppressed, alone is wounded, alone is killed…

But you have nothing to fear, and you will never surrender!

And you know they are still there,

Resisting with you…

You know they are coming inevitably, for they are stubborn, angry, rebellious…

They did it once, twice, and will do it a million times…

They will do it even if death kills them, so how could the occupiers affect them?!!

And here I am in my homeland, still waiting for you… Today I saw you

Rise, breaking the sea in front of you with your anger, shattering the air,

Breaking all protocols, and sailing…

Ah… sailing

To write freedom with me in the sky, despite all restrictions…

You will sail and sail and sail to me…

For however scattered the lands, Palestine unites us,

And tears down all borders.

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Everyone has their own way of standing firm,

and their own style of resistance.

I am not a politician, nor a journalist,

and I do not carry a weapon in my hand…

but my poem, my friend, is my weapon.

The masked one carries the revolution in their eyes,

and the flowers on the pavement know our revolution and carry it on their petals,

and the ants carry our messages in silence without wounds…

And you, from afar, carry my revolution… yeah, I see you!

You resist with us through your refusal, your anger, your protest, your strike,

by spreading your voice, my voice, and the voice of my Palestine.

And I… I am with you…

I hold your flowers tightly through writing,

and I plant letters as grass is planted over the rubble of occupation.

I am among you, from you, and to you,

and I continue the resistance… with pen and poem.

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I wrote these reflections while listening to Rola Azar’s song “Take Off Your Shoes, Moses اخلع نعلك يا موسى”,

when she said: “Even now the roses resist, even the olives, and even the figs…”

And I dedicate my writing to you,

those who are on the other side of my world…

I especially dedicate it to my friend Aida from Barcelona, Spain,

who carries the revolution in her hands,

and shares with me the details of her steadfastness and determination…

especially when she documented with me the departure of the Flotilla of Sumud from the heart of Barcelona’s port today,

where the flags shout: Palestine beats within us…

Finally, I dedicate my simple words to my dear neighbor, journalist Moataz Azaiza,

who has left the imprint of my country on every tongue around the world,

proclaiming everywhere: [FREE FREE PALESTINE]

And InshaAllah, freedom will sprout on its soil,

and its flags will rise above the sky,

for Palestine will not be silenced, nor conquered,

and it will remain free… as we love it, as we await it. ♡

FREE PALESTINE 𓂆🇵🇸

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Hello, my friends ♡

And welcome to my new subscribers!

I’m Shahad Dahlan, from the resilient heart of Gaza, from the womb of the land that pulses with stories and dreams, and from here emerges my voice and the voice of my nation.

I have loved writing for a long time, and I find in poetry and prose a refuge to express my feelings and thoughts, the stories of our daily lives, and our dreams that never fade.

I write poems leaning toward literature and prose, combining emotional honesty with intellectual depth…

Where inspiration can come from a scene… a story… a crumbling wall… a piece of music… the swaying branches of an olive tree… my sky and my moon… and most importantly, from my own heart…

I hope you will give me the opportunity to share my work with you, so we can together convey the echo of my voice and the voice of my nation, my thoughts, and my visions.

I will be very grateful and happy for all your support and comments, as every word I write carries a message and a sincere desire to connect and make an impact on those around me.

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الحمد لله نجونا أنا وزوجي وعائلتي من الموت بأعجوبة

Alhamdulillah, my husband, my family, and I miraculously survived death.

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Hey, It looks like they’re flooding the market with goods, probably trying to convince the world that Gaza is fine that food is available and prices have dropped. Like sugar, for example… it used to be 500 shekels per kilo, and overnight it dropped to 50. But the crazy part is, we haven’t even tasted sugar since April we couldn’t afford it in the first place.

It’s like they drained our pockets with insane prices and now suddenly they’re pumping the markets with supplies. The flour that was 100 shekels? Now it's 25. They even dropped the commission rate from 50% to 40%. And guess what? They’re now allowing foreign journalists in to film and show the world a “normal” situation.

But for us average families we’re seeing all these goods in front of us, but we still can’t afford to buy in bulk or store anything. We’re literally living day to day. Still, part of me feels like we need to take advantage of this brief window buy and store whatever we can because I think something bigger is coming.

I wouldn’t be surprised if, within the next 3 months, they evacuate everyone to Rafah and take over all of Gaza. We don’t know… maybe we’ll make it out alive, maybe some of us will get injured. What’s coming feels heavier. InshaAllah, we’ll all make it through safely. We’re holding our ground we’re not leaving unless they force us. I don’t want to repeat what happened the first time they pushed us south and made us feel worthless.

This is an extremely sensitive and dangerous time. Sadly, the only things really helping us survive are donations and prayers.

I am raising funds for my friend in Gaza. This fund is to help he… Manar Ahmed needs your support for Help Shahad, Hassan, and their kittens

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