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[hussyknee]

My child is dying in my arms.. and I'm powerless to save him 🍉🍉💔

How does a father write an obituary for his son while he's still in his arms? How can I describe the feeling of helplessness as I watch my child suffocate, tremble, and groan in pain, and I can do nothing but cry?

Mohammed, my soul, my heartbeat, faces death right in front of me. He looks at me with eyes filled with pain, as if asking, "Dad, why don't you save me?" And I have no answer. I have nothing but my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of protecting him.

My son is dying, and his days are slipping away from me like water through my fingers. He suffers from severe lung infections, and his small body can't take any more. The doctors told me in cold voices, "The only solution is urgent surgery, or else...!" They didn't finish their sentence, but I heard it all in their deadly silence.

But how can I save him when I can't afford a life? How can I accept that money be the barrier between me and seeing my child grow up? The amount demanded is huge, and I stand before it, penniless except for my hope in God and my supplications to you.

I am not asking for help, I am asking for life... a life for my child before he departs... before I bury him, knowing I did not do enough to save him.

Please... do not let him die... do not leave me to carry his shroud and carry him to his grave, knowing I could have saved him had a merciful hand reached out to me.

Any support, any assistance, even if it is simply sharing this appeal, could be the difference between life and death... it could be the miracle by which I save my child from the death that creeps closer to him every minute.

💔 Please.. save Muhammad before his name is written among the departed.. before this plea turns into an elegy. 💔

Verified : @90-ghost

Vetted by @bilal-salah0

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[hussyknee]

What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️

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. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️

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I asked our housekeeper in the morning whether she really didn't hear me screaming in the night, since her room is directly beneath mine. She would have to be conked on the head to have heard nothing.

Says she: "I did hear! But then I thought...what if you were watching TV...or on the phone?"

"Why the hell would I be screaming blue murder into the phone?"

"Well, the other night I heard your mother screaming and wailing and ran to check on her. Asked her what was happening. She looked at me like I was crazy and said she was just praying to Jesus over the phone with her friend."

(My mother is a Born Again Evangelical Christian cultist.)

"I said, but you sounded like you were wailing in pain. And she got mad. So I thought, better not risk it."

"So let me get this straight— you decided to risk letting me die horribly on the off-chance I might have suddenly gotten religion on the phone?"

"Well how was I to know??"

Mfer really did decide that if I was dead, she'd sort it out in the morning. Jesus Christ. 🤣😭💀💀

I have had. A Night.

11PM. Lying in bed curled around a pillow with Moo tucked against me, doomscrolling.

Feel nudge against arm. Look down. Can't see anything. Kiss Moo's head. Purr purr. Doomscroll.

Nudge nudge. Look down.

A wide-eyed baby mouse poking his snout between my arm and pillow.

I've been cuddling both the cat and a mouse.

Sccrreeeeeaaam

Pitch both cat and pillow halfway across the room. Throw all the pillows off the bed.

Tiny mouse frozen in terror.

Torn between disgust and pity. Try to scoop it with a wad of tissue.

Motherfucker scurries all over the damn bed and then RUNS RIGHT AT ME!!

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeem

Wait. Where did he go?

WHERE IS IT??

Freak the fuck out.

Strip the bed. Vaccuum the mattress. Vaccuum the bed. Disinfect the bed. Sprinkle holy water. Drag all the furniture, dusting and spraying and sweeping and vacuuming. Mop the whole floor. Change the sheets.

One and half hours later. Not a whisker to be seen. Exhausted. Go take a shower.

12.30PM. Flop on daisy-fresh bedding, dressed only in a towel. WhatsApp my tale of trauma and woe to friend.

Nudge nudge.

Look down at arm.

The mouse is on my towel.

Scream blue bloody fucking murder.

Leap out of bed. Lights are on, windows are open, I'm naked and brandishing the end of the vaccuum cleaner. Mouse also freaks the fuck out.

Fuck this. Stalk out of the room. Grab a startled Méka (Cat #2) off her cushion. Stalk back in. Point her at the mouse like a crossbow.

All systems go! She launches herself at and catches it in her mouth! Good girl!

It struggles. She shakes it vigorously and accidentally flings it right at my face

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

All the cats are now in my doorway. Mouse dodges them all and flees. All four of them tear downstairs after it.

Godspeed to all my mother's knick-knacks and smashables in the living room.

Neighbours probably think I'm being murdered. But none of the four adult humans in this house have come to check. Either so dead to the world that a mad axe murderer could pick us off one by one or they think if I'm dead they'll deal with it in the morning.

Fuck their knick-knacks anyway.

I remember the baby mouse's scared little snout. Insist I am NOT sorry. I tried to be humane. It decided to be rodente.

OCD rears up with machete.

It was only a terrified little thing and I set a gang of serial killers after it. Condemned it to a drawn-out, torturous death. Why? Because I was grossed out. Because I weigh the value of sentient life on the arbitrary scales of grossness. Can I call myself a moral being? Do I have any values at all?

On the other hand, my bed is now moused again.

Spend an hour weighing hygiene, morality, exhaustion, and dwindling amount of fucks. Decide the mouse has been nowhere my cats haven't. Remember I don't know which cat deposited it on my bed. Resolve to leave all of them in a box in the middle of a paddy field tomorrow.

1.30AM. Finally driven downstairs by hunger. Go to forage in the pantry.

Find the orange numbskulls have a flower pot surrounded. They've been psychologically terrorising it all this time. While also in a Mexican stand off with each other because every time one rises for the kill, another bitchslaps him in the face.

Mouse breaks free. Mau charges after and manages to corner it. I finally nab the critter in a wad of paper napkins. Orange sociopaths now united in outrage and indignation.

I dump it out the window. Hopefully it has the sense to vacate the premises this time.

Given my luck though, there's a 50% chance I will wake up with it snuggled against me.

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I have had. A Night.

11PM. Lying in bed curled around a pillow with Moo tucked against me, doomscrolling.

Feel nudge against arm. Look down. Can't see anything. Kiss Moo's head. Purr purr. Doomscroll.

Nudge nudge. Look down.

A wide-eyed baby mouse poking his snout between my arm and pillow.

I've been cuddling both the cat and a mouse.

Sccrreeeeeaaam

Pitch both cat and pillow halfway across the room. Throw all the pillows off the bed.

Tiny mouse frozen in terror.

Torn between disgust and pity. Try to scoop it with a wad of tissue.

Motherfucker scurries all over the damn bed and then RUNS RIGHT AT ME!!

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeem

Wait. Where did he go?

WHERE IS IT??

Freak the fuck out.

Strip the bed. Vaccuum the mattress. Vaccuum the bed. Disinfect the bed. Sprinkle holy water. Drag all the furniture, dusting and spraying and sweeping and vacuuming. Mop the whole floor. Change the sheets.

One and half hours later. Not a whisker to be seen. Exhausted. Go take a shower.

12.30PM. Flop on daisy-fresh bedding, dressed only in a towel. WhatsApp my tale of trauma and woe to friend.

Nudge nudge.

Look down at arm.

The mouse is on my towel.

Scream blue bloody fucking murder.

Leap out of bed. Lights are on, windows are open, I'm naked and brandishing the end of the vaccuum cleaner. Mouse also freaks the fuck out.

Fuck this. Stalk out of the room. Grab a startled Méka (Cat #2) off her cushion. Stalk back in. Point her at the mouse like a crossbow.

All systems go! She launches herself at and catches it in her mouth! Good girl!

It struggles. She shakes it vigorously and accidentally flings it right at my face

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

All the cats are now in my doorway. Mouse dodges them all and flees. All four of them tear downstairs after it.

Godspeed to all my mother's knick-knacks and smashables in the living room.

Neighbours probably think I'm being murdered. But none of the four adult humans in this house have come to check. Either so dead to the world that a mad axe murderer could pick us off one by one or they think if I'm dead they'll deal with it in the morning.

Fuck their knick-knacks anyway.

I remember the baby mouse's scared little snout. Insist I am NOT sorry. I tried to be humane. It decided to be rodente.

OCD rears up with machete.

It was only a terrified little thing and I set a gang of serial killers after it. Condemned it to a drawn-out, torturous death. Why? Because I was grossed out. Because I weigh the value of sentient life on the arbitrary scales of grossness. Can I call myself a moral being? Do I have any values at all?

On the other hand, my bed is now moused again.

Spend an hour weighing hygiene, morality, exhaustion, and dwindling amount of fucks. Decide the mouse has been nowhere my cats haven't. Remember I don't know which cat deposited it on my bed. Resolve to leave all of them in a box in the middle of a paddy field tomorrow.

1.30AM. Finally driven downstairs by hunger. Go to forage in the pantry.

Find the orange numbskulls have a flower pot surrounded. They've been psychologically terrorising it all this time. While also in a Mexican stand off with each other because every time one rises for the kill, another bitchslaps him in the face.

Mouse breaks free. Mau charges after and manages to corner it. I finally nab the critter in a wad of paper napkins. Orange sociopaths now united in outrage and indignation.

I dump it out the window. Hopefully it has the sense to vacate the premises this time.

Given my luck though, there's a 50% chance I will wake up with it snuggled against me.

[hussyknee]

extremly urgent! shadi @shadeesam053 is a 22 year old bombing surviver from gaza that is currently undergoing treatment for vision loss and needs all the money he can get.

shadi needs to raise around kr500K in order to stay affloat in gaza while preventing his condition from worsening.

his campaign is still very low on support, with no new donations received in the past 4 days. please go help him out!

gfm link / vetted by @gazavetters (number #363)

[hussyknee]

don't skip please !!🇵🇸🍉

Urgent appeal 🚨‼️

I was very happy when I arrived on the outskirts of north Gaza after a year and a half of oppression and displacement, but that joy quickly turned into deep sadness and indescribable shock.

My family cried blood when they saw what happened to their homes and neighborhoods in the north. There was no life at all, no water, no electricity, no infrastructure, and no basic requirements for a decent living.

What happened in Gaza is not just a passing crisis, but rather a major catastrophe, genocide and comprehensive destruction that befell the Strip. People are still trying to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy.

We have finished putting up a tent next to our destroyed house, and we are now facing new challenges. The place lacks water and the infrastructure is completely destroyed. We urgently need to provide water tanks, so we can build a bathroom next to the tent.

Water is the basic necessity of life; and the Zionist occupation has robbed us of even this dignity. They wanted to rob us of our lives, of our lands but, Palestine is ours. Gaza is ours and we will plant our roots once again and rebuild our homes here. Please stand by us in support. The goal is to reach 3000

my campaign link: 👇

Any small donation can make a difference 🍉

If you can't donate, sharing our story will help us

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

✅ Verified in the official list by @gaza-evacuation-funds

✅ Verified in the official list by @90-ghost

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Reminder

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God gave me the underrated gift of not being born into a english speaking country and the Idiot Me decided to become fluent in it and understand the things america people say and my quality of life been dwindling since

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I think the thing the last 18 months have robbed me of forever is the idea that people are inclined to be good. That most have a moral threshold they wouldn't trespass if they only saw with their own eyes the extent of suffering their choices cause others.

I didn't even realize I had this idea in my head at all, let alone that is was the load-bearing beam on which I carried the crushing emotional weight of the world. Having lived my entire adult life struggling with chronic illness and suicidality and being let down by pretty much the whole of society, I believed that I was already jaded and had long reached rock bottom in my expectations of humanity. It's almost hysterically funny to look back on.

Now I just. Feel nothing but loathing for most of humanity. I can't read a book or watch a show about some achingly human experience of loss or happiness or love without thinking that it only has value to people because it happened to those in the imperial core/ Global North. People dying of cancer is tragic, people dying of cancer because the hospitals and pharmacies have been blasted to rubble are just the detritus of the imperial machine. The hopes and dreams of new parents are joyous, but the ones giving birth on tarps and waiting for bombs to fall on their children are worthless. Babies are precious and make people smile unless they're dying from starvation and cold or disease. Children deserve the world unless they die from pain having their limbs amputated without anesthetic. Death, disease and disability are spectres to be respected and grappled with in one hundred million pieces of media and literature until they become an inevitability of having been born in a genocide. Nazis and white supremacy are Bad™ but raping, torturing, invading and genociding Black and brown people in the imperial periphery is a "lesser evil" and meme fodder.

There is a pit of pure, corrosive hatred in me that seethes and roils like magma trapped in a volcano. I don't believe in healing a broken world anymore, I want to destroy it utterly. I want to murder, maim, torture and destroy anyone even marginally complicit in perpetuating this horror, whether by ideology, hypocrisy, or simply being born in the West. There's nothing to live for anymore, nothing precious to hold that isn't just a bauble for fools. I have no ideals left, and for the first time, I have stopped reaching for any.

I have never believed in God, and I'm so glad I don't. If I did it would break me because it would mean hell would not punish him. And I need to believe in a hell that punishes monsters that create it on earth.

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My friend @frivolousfuckery is such a lovely person, with the worst luck I have ever seen.

They

Became homeless at the end of January, due to the $2.35/hour tipped wage of North Carolina,

Have a brain tumor they became aware of in September last year and for which they have been struggling to afford medical care, and

Dislocated their knee two days ago by *checks notes* standing up, and now they need surgery because the tendons and ligaments are pulling apart.

The current situation:

They moved to Colorado where the wages are better (but still inadequate). They are currently uninsured and waiting to be approved for Medicaid. They are continuing to work at Waffle House in a knee brace because they have no choice, in spite of their symptoms: severe chronic fatigue and pain, migraines, nausea, trouble eating and sleeping, seizures, and significant hearing loss.

Our goals:

We need to raise $400 for their doctor’s appointment for the knee that is in one week, on March 26.

We need to raise about $4000 by April 1, in under two weeks, for them to get housing.

The brain cancer treatment is kind of on hold because the other two issues are more pressing but obviously it would be great to raise more money so they can afford treatment for that too.

We have been fundraising since September when they found out about the tumor, and we’ve raised less than $2000. We desperately need to speed up the process in order for them to get the care they need.

Anything you can give, even a dollar, will make a tremendous difference in their health, safety, and quality of life.

Please help save my friend's life.

PayPal: willefordsavannah@gmail.com

Venmo: @enbymickie

Cashapp: $enbymickie

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Astonishing how the uae will literally find a way to be on the wrong side of history every single time. This is something that should be studied.

[hussyknee]

oh another fun buddhism thing, bugs are in a kind of purgatory, where it's very difficult to accrue enough karma to reincarnate out of the bug realm, so when you see a bug you're supposed to say a prayer for it to help it gain karma. also, i say a lot of prayers for my cats, because they are so selfish and badly behaved that i'm almost certain they're going to be reincarnated as dust mites or something.

[hussyknee]

now that fascism is destroying the world it’s imperative that we romanticize a mythical past, defend the ideals of our nation against foreign threats, and put our full faith in a political party that scapegoats communists and marginalized people while endorsing genocide #resist

[hussyknee]

Some women are conditioned to be fragile and weak, and to believe that it's a sin to outperform a man. Her feminism would involve allowing women to be strong.

Some women are expected to be strong at times when they can't. Her feminism would involve reassuring her that it's okay to not be strong.

Some neurodivergent people are raised to believe that they're too stupid to ever amount to anything. Their disability activism would involve reassuring them that they're capable.

Some neurodivergent people are raised to believe that they're smart and gifted, and are expected to live up to impossible standards. Their disability activism would involve allowing them to fail, make mistakes, be stupid, etc.

Some children are constantly reminded "you're the child, I'm the adult" in order to deny their autonomy. Their youth rights activism would involve treating them like an adult at times when they feel ready for it.

Some children are treated like adults in order to justify increased expectations or to downplay abuse against them. Their youth rights activism would involve allowing them to be a child.

There is no one-size-fits-all solution to oppression. Each individual person's experience is different. Whatever trauma is caused by their oppression, the activism should focus on undoing it.

[hussyknee]

Let’s talk about the astounding similarities between cats and autistic people, and how we should make them the official autism mascot instead of that godawful puzzle piece

[hussyknee]

Are you ready to show those fascist imperials we're not gonna take it anymore?!!! Listen up! We've got a major show of public demonstration planned:

Monday: Everybody wear blue to show your school spirit! Tuesday: Funny hat day Wednesday: Crazy socks Thursday: Pajama day Friday: Papa Johns Pizza party

REBLOG TO SPREAD THE WORD THAT WE WONT TAKE THIS SILENTLY!

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I rarely bring this up because it feels like fairly silly and low-stakes compared to all the other effects of american imperialism, but one of the funniest things when Americans deny that living in the imperial core and the center of global cultural hegemony confers them any sort of privilege over people from the imperial periphery is that like. In order for this conversation where you tell me you have no privilege over me to even be able to take place one of us had to learn the other's language, and it wasn't you.

I think the fact that by default the onus of learning the other's language to enable communication is always put on the other side is a pretty significant privilege on the cultural front.