🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟
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.
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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.
no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder
no because i've been thinking this for AGES and i genuinely think the only reason sports are still separated by gender is because men literally cannot imagine anything more emasculating than losing to a woman... especially when you consider how there's so much evidence that disproves the idea that men are inherently more physically capable than women.
me when i go online and see study influencer no. 293476932746 who's pursuing something like neurosurgery posting about some ai app/tool that 'improves their academic research/grammar' like im sorry but we MIGHT be cooked. like MAYBE
i get so weirded out when i see straight omegaverse on instagram reels or tiktok.
1. why is THAT here and 2. IS OMEGAVERSE NOT JUST ALREADY A FACET OF STRAIGHT RELATIONSHIPS??? LIKE WDYM 'HER ALPHA GOT HER PREGNANT' THATS JUST HER BOYFRIEND????? WHEN MEN AND WOMEN HAVE SEX MEN CAN GET WOMEN PREGNANT WHY DO YOU NEED TO ADD OMEGAVERSE IT'S ALREADY THERE
"Pain and pleasure usually have the same sound. The horror of seeing the heart of your lover on a silver plate is also thrilling. Deep in your bones, you already know. Matter to matter. Blood gives blood. You'd rather die than not eat away what you love."
maybe cain wldnt have killed abel if they had video games to healthily channel the violence between siblings. unfortunately back then the only smash brothers they had was smash brothers head in with a rock
You are woman. You are woman, and the serpent draped lazily over the tree at the centre of the garden, with it’s forked tongue, it’s been waiting for you.
And this thing belongs in that tree, swindling itself between the shards of light falling through leaves on this balmy afternoon. Much like you, it never touches the fruit, not even the rotten berries from last season that have formed a pulp on the ground below.
It calls to you when the white-hot thing in the sky fizzles out. A handful of times you ask Man, who lays not far from yourself, what that noise is. He says, What noise? And you feel the slow dripping of time hitting the nape of your neck, running down your spine between the beats.
And you look up at the black sky and watch the birth of the stars.
You are woman, and tonight, the serpent whispers to you in it’s mother-tongue. It’s a death rattle, spit crawling up the snake’s throat to rasp an ancient sentence.
So you meet it at the tree. It asks you a question, which means it must be asking for your answer, and you are woman, made from Man’s rib, and you reply with what God has ordered of you. You are woman. He is man. You must not eat the fruit.
The serpent never blinks - not even once - it’s face up against yours. Somehow, you can understand what it is asking of you.
After all, evil means nothing to you. Death means nothing to you. Things worse than death mean nothing to you.
Sin means nothing to you, who have never been granted the choice to sin anyways. That is, until now. The fruit is crunchy, and almost sour. But it’s new.
So, when you call Man over to gauge his opinions on this new delight, and when he takes his own bite on the other side, careful to not mix his spit with yours, you watch him shiver. He’s never tasted anything sour before.
But you are woman, and somehow, somewhere, you have.
maybe this is controversial but i hate when people say the lines between feminism and terfism is blurred because. no it's not? read up on bio/gender essentialism and you will be able to pick out exactly when someone is pushing terf rhetoric
pick up a fucking book!!! don't let social media brainrot discourse be your guide to social and political and gender etc. theory!!!! maybe READ the theory!!!! PLEASE!!!!
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