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I am Wijdan, 43 years old, married, and my husband has been dead for nearly 8 years. I have 3 children: Hamza, 16 years old, Zakaria, 18 years old, and Israa, 24 years old. We were displaced about 12 times from one place to another and from one school to another, and in the end we are now in the tent in Mawasi Khan Yunis Saadu. My family is able to obtain food, drink, food, clothing, transportation, and displacement from one place to another. Please, we need you. Help my children, they need you.
Hello my friends and supporters of my campaign to save my life and the lives of my beautiful family.❤🥺
We have made significant progress in achieving our campaign, thanks to you, your support, and your generous donations. There is only a little more to go.😁✌💜
First, let me reintroduce myself: 😃
I am Dr. Mohammad Al-Deeb, an ER physician at Al-Shifa Hospital in the northern Gaza Strip 🩺🩸💉
before the brutal war forced us to leave our homes, memories, and workplaces, which have now become rubble after years of hard work to build them.😓😰
Our beautiful home, filled with cherished memories, holds in every corner the story of my childhood and youth💙, which my siblings and I dedicated our lives to building.😪😣
Now, I am displaced in the southern part of Wadi Gaza😪,
living with my family in a small tent that lacks even the most basic necessities of life—
no food, no water, no place to sleep, or even a place to personal needs.😓
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I ask for your continued support, as I have always relied on it.
We have achieved 72% of our campaign goal, and with your help and ongoing support, we will soon reach 100% of our goal.😁✌🙏🕊
Had a running bit for the first few months of living in my current house where I would do the Bigfoot pose every time my housemates walked into the room. Apparently I’m not particularly good at the bigfoot pose.
(Had the draft for this sitting in my WIPs folder for many moons, like an absurd amount of moons. Anyways, I finally finished it.)
"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It's a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I'll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it's the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don't like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it's just a really excellent pastime."
— Dean Spade, from his essay For Lovers and Fighters