I came home from a long day, wired and wide-eyed all the way. Halfway down the road home, I smelled the varn of burning turf, and rolled all four windows down, hair in the face and driving a good and well 25 over. The sky was an oily blue and the trees were beginning to turn that sickly Florentine green that sickens further into yellow within three days. I messeled about how life will go on regardless if a person chose to cheer up indefinitely or allowed themselves to be embalmed in their deepest sorrows and tortures, and that prolonging despair about that sort of thing won’t turn life off like hitting a power button, but rather embalms one further and is such a fucking drag also. It didn’t make me feel disenfranchised when I thought of this. A minivan aggressively tailgated another minivan in front of me, and I’d occasionally smell death at certain parts of the road, but overall the drive was beautiful and out of a painting and nice and such veshches. I passed a silver moon perfectly hidden behind a large cloud in an otherwise spotless sky, as well as a family of deer grazing in an umber field. They weren’t in their usual grazing spot, and when they raised their heads they looked at me like they didn’t recognize me. When I got out the car, I found a dead finch laying on the asphalt, so tiny it rolled over when I blowed on it. I only blowed on it because it was hard to believe something so perfect looking could die, and hoped blowing on it would wake it up, but it was, in fact, dead. When it soundlessly rolled over, I saw its face, and its eyes looked like the eyes of my dog’s on the last day of her life, which was only 124 days ago. The sight caused me to immediately burst into tears. I don’t feel any particular way today.
I love tumblr more than IG bc IG feels like I’m posting looking for a job but on here it’s like I already lost the job and my wife and the house and I’m just sitting on the curb talking to myself
In Gaza, families live day after day between fear, hunger, and illness, in a reality that leaves no space for safety or stability. Every day becomes just another attempt to survive.
From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
🔴 Between Hospitals and Fear... A Mother Fighting to Survive 😔
We write these words not knowing whether we will still be alive tomorrow. My name is Najah, I am a mother of six children, and I am living through days beyond what I can endure. I try to stay strong for my children, but I suffer from a severe deficiency in vitamins, iron, and calcium, which leaves my body exhausted all the time, yet I continue moving between home and the hospital without rest.
⚠️ My husband urgently needs surgery.
My husband is suffering from a severe health condition that began before the war due to digestive problems, but it has significantly worsened since then. He now urgently needs a surgical operation and continuous medical care that we cannot afford. His condition became even worse after he was injured during the bombardment while we were inside our home, increasing the danger to his life
⚠️ My child has had increased electrical activity in the brain since early childhood.
As for my son Ahmed, he is a young child not yet six years old who has suffered from recurrent epileptic seizures since birth. He needs continuous treatment, but the essential medications are almost unavailable in Gaza and, when they do arrive through the crossings, they come in extremely limited quantities, making his treatment unstable and full of risk
💔 There is no safe place left for us.
We live under constant bombardment, displacement, and repeated evacuation orders, with no safety or stability. My children live in constant fear, and we have no money to escape or even protect them, and there is no safe place for us to go. Every moment, we feel danger getting closer.
🔴 Repeated displacement and losing everything with every evacuation 💔
With every evacuation, we are forced to leave our tent, our clothes, and everything we own, fleeing in panic, losing again even the most basic necessities of life with no ability to replace them.
🔴 Children’s suffering inside tents due to harsh conditions and illness 💔
My children also suffer from recurring health problems due to harsh conditions inside the tent, where rodents and insects are widespread because of poor hygiene and lack of a safe environment, leading to painful skin infections and other health issues
🔴 Children are deprived of education due to families’ inability to provide basic school supplies 💔
They also struggle to continue their education due to the inability to afford books, notebooks, and school supplies. The cost is around $200 per child, which is completely beyond our means.
🚨 We urgently need treatment, food, and safe shelter to save my children’s lives. 💔🏥🍞🕊️
💛 Any contribution starting from $25, $50, $100, or even $200 can make a real difference in easing suffering and giving this family a chance at life.
Donation link below👎
From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
💔 Any support, donation, or even sharing this message could help save our lives.
🕊️ Even a small action from you might be the reason a child survives another day.
🌿 We are not asking for comfort — we are asking for a chance to live.
🚨 Please do not turn away. Your kindness may reach us when nothing else can.
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you know what is missing from modern writing? The spirit of adventure. It’s mostly all neurotic psychoanalysis. Trying too hard to be vague. Not admitting that you just want to write about yourself, which is very dangerous. No care for lyricism in the work. No sense of adventure because all of these MFA holders are over educated and under experienced.
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