you'll say something as simple as "no child deserves to be hit" and people will crawl out of the woodwork to explain why they should be allowed to beat a 6 year old for spilling some water
you'll say "i think it's weird that adults literally have control over when children are allowed to use the bathroom" and up pops a teacher to say that when they're not shouting at the kids they teach, they're trying to stop them from hiding in the bathrooms
you'll say "i think children shouldn't be forced to eat food they hate" and here comes someone who feeds their kids plain rice and boiled chicken (while eating a nicely seasoned stirfry) claiming that it's okay actually and kids shouldn't be allowed to taste things
you'll say "i think kids should have bodily autonomy" and in comes someone who pierced their babies ears before it was even 24 hours old, frothing at the mouth because their kid wanted a haircut and thats somehow an insult
children are an oppressed class and everyone should be looking back at their own childhoods and making sure they don't ever make a child feel the same way they felt.
truly just as we have universal health care we need to have universal death care. dying is not optional and funerals should not be a financial burden for families.
🕊️ The Story of Amani and Her Children: Mohammad (17), Moath (14), and Habiba (10)
"Everything collapsed… and we were left alone under the ashes."
My name is Amani, and I’m a mother of three: Mohammad (17), Moath (14), and Habiba (10).
We used to live in a small home in northern Gaza. It wasn’t fancy, but it was filled with love, memories, and safety.
One day during the war, everything changed.
There was a loud explosion… then screams… then silence. When the dust settled, our home was gone.
Everything we owned — clothes, family photos, Mohammad’s school books, Habiba’s favorite doll — was buried under the rubble.
We fled with nothing but the clothes on our backs.
Since then, we've been living in a tent, exposed to the cold, the heat, the fear, and the hunger.
💔 “Mom, when will we go back home?” Mohammad asked me.
I have no answer… because there is no home to return to.
Mohammad, at 17, should be finishing school, but he had to stop because we can't afford even a notebook.
Moath, 14, is deeply traumatized. He barely sleeps at night.
Habiba, only 10, has forgotten what it feels like to sleep in a real bed.
💢 Life became a daily struggle:
We often sleep hungry.
There's no medicine when my children get sick.
I have no job, no support, and no future in sight.
All I have now… is my voice.
🙏 Please, help us survive.
We don’t ask for much — only for the chance to live with dignity.
Your donation — no matter how small — could:
Provide food, blankets, or clean water.
Help Mohammad return to school.
Give Habiba a reason to smile again.
🕊️ Save Amani and her children
You can help rebuild a life destroyed by war.
Your kindness can bring hope to a family lost in the darkness.
Another campaign worth supporting is the Gaza Formula Fund. The equivalent of $120 is enough to buy formula for one infant - basic needs are horribly expensive in Gaza right now. Chuffed themselves are promoting this campaign as well - it’s how I learned about it.
be careful with what series you watch/read during emotional points in your life because they will forever contain a ghost of your past self within it now
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