"This is my brother Mohammed… 17 years old, from Gaza.
He’s not just a number — he’s a human with a dream, and he wants to live with dignity." ✊
I’m his brother, and today I’m sharing this video where Mohammed talks about our pain, our life, and the dream he refuses to give up — even in the middle of war.
If his voice reaches your heart, please help him continue his journey. ❤️
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My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to everyone who stood with us, donated, or even shared our story.
You are the light in our darkest days. You are the hope. ⭐
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Dear merciful souls before everything I'm now writing to you and my kids are so hungry we don't know what to eat because everything running out and the cross borders were closed for three months so please read my story to the end 🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Hello, I am full of hope and hope that you will read my message with love and that you will enjoy abundant health and well-being.
I come to you with an appeal that is heavy on my heart and that I had never imagined.
I look at you from under the war and the constant bombing of us in all its forms that the human or animal soul cannot comprehend
I am Jehad Kassab , a lawyer and legal consultant from Gaza City - Palestine. I hold a bachelor’s degree in law and many legal experiences. I have been working in the legal profession for a long time and I had a good work , which have become meaningless before this world, to stop the machine of war and destruction that has befallen us ،I had a private law office after the Israeli planes completely destroyed it and everything in it, after I built it with all its beauty after many years of toil, and it is my only source of livelihood.
I have a beautiful family that loves life as you love it and lives it in all its details. My family consists of (my wife, a nurse, and my son Khaled, a year and a half old, who has not seen life in all its details and does not know what it is yet, and my second daughter is now 11 months her age as the age of this bad war.
Our house was completely destroyed at the beginning of the war on Gaza with everything, and we did not even take anything out of it, not even the clothes, in the hope that we would return to it before it was bombed by Israeli warplanes
We were briefly displaced to southern Gaza and stayed in tents until this moment. We lived and are still living the harshest types of genocide in the full sense of the word: displacement, destruction, coming out from under bombardment, pollution, epidemics, and the difficulty of sleeping due to the sound of planes and the bombing that did not leave for a single second. Has the world become desolate or are we not fit to improve? For life or what? We do not know Khaled who started pronouncing the word bombing, and I am afraid.
I am not begging you or listing all the details, because an entire newspaper will not be enough. Television screens and social networking sites are enough to tell you about us, and no matter how much you try to say, what we feel will not reach you because we do not wish anyone to live as we live.
We are victims of conflicts and conflicts. We love life as long as we can. We do not like any form of war. We want a future like the rest of humanity for ourselves and our children.
In this moment of despair, I reach out to you, not just as a stranger, but as a human being, connected by our common humanity and the belief that compassion knows no bounds. Your support, no matter how small, can make an immeasurable difference in the lives of those struggling to find hope amidst the rubble.
We desperately need your support to rebuild my family's life that was destroyed by the war on Gaza and there is literally nothing left ، provide us with a glimmer of hope for a better life after we were fine before October 7th last year. Your support could mean everything to us ، If you are unable to support, please consider sharing our case. Every bit of support helps.
We also evacuated many times and the two baby were sick alot because of the bad environment
and you know there's no hospitals or medicin or even healthy food
and the rest of the.money will be used for the living expenses
We appreciate your help, even if it is just a little
Thank you all
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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟
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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins
The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨
I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude,
Areej Kassab ❤️
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My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
something about how you can find so many anti communist books, books by fascists and even Hitler's Mein Kampf in bookstores but not a single book by Stalin or Lenin and you're lucky if Marx is there
crazy how so many people will just unquestionably live in the liberal intellectualosphere where they treasure the works of anti communist liberals only, will give a chance to understand the views of fascists from their own fascist mouths, but never even consider communism on the same grounds they consider fascism then claim to be the experts of socialism. or they will- from the mouth of another anti communist liberal / fascist. you're lucky to get something other than Orwell And Co
"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."
The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?
I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.
How long before my son becomes another X-ray?
Another hashtag?
Another number?
If you're reading this, you have power — power to share, power to donate, power to care.
Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late.
Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures.
Please don’t look away
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daniil ‘bachelor of medicine’ dankovsky is explicitly in the text of the game like literally in the opening two minutes of the game defined by his disregard for human life. like that’s explicitly the point of his route he cares more abt theory and hypothetical ‘progress’ than human life to the degree that he’s willing to literally kill thousands of people to save A Building. like that’s it that’s the Point. he’s a morality tale abt valuing raw ideology over material reality like That’s The Whole Point Of His Story. and people will still post takes about how he’s actually a misunderstood niceguy because he can have nice dialogue too. Take me out back and shoot me like a broken-legged horse boys I’m done
to put it very simply -- if you are any type of socialist at all you should find the defense of labour rights in the face of generative AI vital and the defense of property rights in the face of generative AI laughable. conflating the two is the indicator of an incoherent politics of Vibes
The fact that usamericans believe people are "forced" to join the US military to "escape" conditions that are pretty par for the course for any third world country (if not cushier) does make me believe that the moment the US living standard starts slipping at a faster rate due to empire decay the average usamerican will just start advocating for the liberal use of nuclear weapons or something. Maybe everyone will get a Hitler mustache.
not sure if people outside the US know this so just for everyone to understand: the military is allowed to recruit in schools. to minors. especially in low-income and rural communities. they tell kids their chance to get out and see the world and make a living is by enlisting. and a lot of these districts have pushed out/don’t hire teachers who will teach these kids the skills they need to see through that propaganda. it’s disgusting. so many kids from my school enlisted before graduating.
editing to add: so they’re not forced, but they are essentially groomed
We know. And? They still become killers for hire. "Cool motive, still murder" and all that. Victims of the US military often live in worse conditions than these so called "groomed recruits".
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
🧱 Every share gives our story a voice.
🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
Heard an interview on NPR of a 'small mother-daughter hair accessories company, working from the dining room table at home...' thats business will be affected by the tariffs because 'we manufacture in China!'!!! And if one good thing comes of these horrible stupid tariffs I hope it stops all these American 'small business owners 🥺' from obfuscating their participation in imperial exploration. And I hope everyone finally processes that all the fanart acrylic keychains and plushies of niche microcelebrities ocs that are just 'supporting small artists!!' are manufactured in the same way everything else is thats consumed by this ugly country is.
I think people often fail to understand that all production within the core--of any kind and for any purpose--is only able to exist as it does because such endeavors are the beneficiaries of systems of exploitation and unequal exchange.
For example: I am an independent craftsman in the US. I have no employees and I make everything I sell by hand, 'by myself.' But without Mexican workers raising cattle and tanning their hides, I would have no leather to work with. Without Chinese workers manufacturing the hardware and without the miners who mined the iron, nickel, copper, zinc, etc, I would have no rivets or dee rings or square snaps. I do not steal the surplus value of those under my employ because I have no one under my employ, and yet without the exploitation of hundreds or thousands of people, I can produce nothing at all. And this is true whether I am producing for the purposes of making money or for the joy of creating or for any other reason.
Getting whiplash from parts 1 and 2 of this and I want to be clear that they're talking about different things
Dropshipping businesses (buy goods, sell with no modification at a higher price), artists who have clothing or goods manufactured with their design printed on it (like an artist using a t shirt printing company to sell shirts with their art on it, Redbubble is broad example), and crafters who rely on purchased supplies and tools (previous commenter) are three different categories with varying levels of reliance on foreign manufacturing in their processes. ALL OF THEM will see price hikes from tariffs. I can see hating on dropshippers, but you need to understand and be sympathetic to the fact that the other two are artists who are legitimately trying to make a business selling goods created from their skills.
No, I am also a fucking bastard who relies on exploitation just as much as a drop shipper or redbubble-type digi artist. The fact that I put my own labor into the physical materials to turn it into an end product does not transmute the end product into being something that was produced without exploitation. The point is that there literally isn't a way for citizens of the core to personally, individually absolve ourselves of the crimes of empire.
You spin your own yarn from fibers you gathered yourself? Okay, where do the crochet needles come from? You whittled your own needles? Where is the knife from? You forged your own goddamn whittling knife? Where's the steel from? Where's the hammer from? Wheres the sharpening stone from?
You write or draw? Where's the cobalt and lithium from your computer from? Okay, you only do it on paper, where's the paper from? Where's the wood, graphite, glue, and paint from the pencil from? You need food to fuel your body, where's that from? Where is the chair you sit on from?
You can't bootstraps your way out of being a beneficiary of imperialism. It's not a matter of personal ethics and I don't even think it's a personal indictment. It is plain fact: on a global scale, even the most downtrodden working people in the core are labor aristocrats. If youre a Yank like me, being against the exploitation of the third world is being against our own immediate interests. It means our lives get materially worse. If the downfall of imperialism means I can't afford to make my leather goods anymore, y'know, I think that's a hit I'm willing to take.
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