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the nigel farage plane crash incident is still one of the funniest things to happen to a politician
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My name is Nour, and I’m 21 years old from northern Gaza.
I once lived a peaceful life with simple dreams, but everything changed on October 7th, 2023, when war tore through Gaza. I had to flee my home, leaving behind everything I knew, and now I live alone in a tent made of torn fabric in southern Gaza.
The constant bombings are unbearable, but being a lesbian in a society that rejects me is even harder.
I live in constant fear of judgment and violence. On top of this, I face extreme shortages of food, water, and basic supplies.
Life has become a daily fight for survival.
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if it's nationalistic, oligarchical, and bigoted, I think we can stop quibbling over "technically fascist" semantics
meticulously re/categorizing concepts according to a prescribed literature isn't just a waste of time, it's also a great way to eternally delay resolution as well as make enemies out of smaller and smaller clades of hypothetical fellow rebels
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What Strength Really Means 💪
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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My wife's dentist has informed us that it will take at least another 8-16 months before they can start considering a solution to replace the teeth she's already lost plus the ones they're going to extract and the dental surgery needed for the ones they can't pull. We've been struggling a lot with making ends meet in the last 3 months after having to repeatedly restructure our meal planning around what little my wife can eat, pain management after a dry socket complication in the last extractions, and our medications.
Our already strained budget is being stretched so thin that we constantly have to skip meals despite already only having dinner most days, leaving us almost no energy to do household tasks, practice self-care, or prevent our already deteriorating mental health from worsening. Unfortunately, we're still a long way away from the finish line for her, and my own deteriorating physical health is making it harder for me to support her while also trying to get a diagnosis and treatment for my issues.
Thank you so much to everyone who donated to the other post thus far. We really appreciate the help we've gotten, and it's gone a long way to help with the stress of our current situation. We really hate having to do this and having to rely so much on the kindness of others, but we really don't have any other options left
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drew over something i wrote for a class and liked :] sorry the cars are lowkey ugly, its because I fucking hate cars and cant be bothered to learn what they look like beyond ominous hunks of metal
edit: transcript of the poem by itself under the cut
6 Tips for Crossing the Road
Look both ways
The road is for cars.
Make sure to look for them before crossing. Even when you have the right of way, cars have a lot of safety features and you have none.
Use designated crosswalks
The road is for cars.
So is the crosswalk but, under brief and temporary conditions, you can use it too! Never jaywalk, never walk in the road, just hope there is a clear and functional sidewalk.
Cross at the light
The road is for cars.
There are rules and signs for them, but that can only go so far. Walk quickly and hold your breath and hope that the light doesn't turn. Make eye contact with drivers as their cars teem with potential energy, rumbling with disdain at the inconvenience of your crossing. Try to ignore the cloud of exhaust that you are in and they are above.
Leash your pets
The road is for cars.
Obviously.
To you, it may be natural to sacrifice so much space to them but to your dog, it is not. His instinct is to explore freely. You must curb it. Modern US car models have such high hoods that the average child, let alone dog, is obscured. Even on the sidewalk, hold the leash tight because the sidewalk (if you are so blessed) is next to the street and the threat still looms.
Look out for road kill
The road is for cars.
And no one was there to leash the deer.
Or the raccoon.
Or the cat.
Did you know that the most reliable sample method for wildlife in an area is looking at the roadkill?
Remember these tips
The road is for cars.
Cars are everywhere. In the city. In the suburbs. In the country. In the woods (the US Forest Service manages more roads than the entire Ministry of Transit in China.) Cars are everywhere because there are roads to bring them there, which is great if you are a car and want to get from place to place fast without worrying about the in-between.
Unfortunately, you are not a car.
You are an animal.
You are in-between.
So remember to look both ways.
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quoted passage from Beirut Fragments: A War Memoir by Jean Said Makdisi
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