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[selfhealingmoments]

[codecicle]

Guys I'm so glad everyone loves hit JRWI campaign: The Suckening so much. 12 thousand notes on just a thumbnail that's so cool. Anyone think about emizel pussy-out post revival

[hopeontheoceanshore]

"I didn't choose to leave [Gaza]. My grandfather did not choose to leave Gaza. We were kicked out and we could not return. My house is still in Gaza."

Olympian swimmer Valerie Tarazi, originally from Gaza, blasting those trying to erase her Palestinian identity.

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[rabahmonis1]

Save my father 🚨🍉💔

I am Rabah, my father is Munis

My friend, please save my father. He is on his deathbed, My father’s condition is bad, I am unable to do anything. I hope you can help us, my friend. Please

I try to ask others for money, No one wants to help me. I am very frustrated. I am unable to help my parents

My father's condition is bad. Every day his condition gets worse. My father needs to receive radioactive iodine treatment for cancer, but we are unable to provide the money to get my father out of Gaza, He needs to leave Gaza to receive treatment abroad.💔💔

I am afraid of losing my father, Please help me 💔🍉

My father's life is in your hands, I hope you will help me and donate to us so that we can save my father from death. Please donate to us 🍉💔

My father is now in the hospital and, we need money to be able to conduct medical examinations and x-rays of my father’s body

We do not have enough money to do all of this💔🍉 I am helpless, my friend, I am afraid of losing my father 🥺 Please help me and send me money so I can provide all of this for my parents. Please, please. 💔💔☹️🍉

This please please donate your donation will save my father my friend I am afraid of losing my father please donate to us your donation contributes to saving my father 🙏💔

$25 can save my father, it will not be the cause of my father’s death. If you are able to donate and you do not donate, I will not forgive you

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[mohammedaldeeb]

⚠️⏰Warning ⚠️ ⏰

Time is running out😥💔

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.😓

I

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.😁✌🙏🕊

Sar-

Dr. Mohammad Al-Deeb from Gaza.

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[teathattast]

[acoconutschocolate]

maybe a bad gut feeling is death. maybe death is a bad gut feeling . maybe you should want to go right in that instance. rather than fight uneasiness. to stay maybe you should be aware and ready for something or somewhere new. maybe im at a higher living.

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[ciearcab]

how do you live?

[jloisse]

🔴New Zealanders put on a powerful display by doing the Haka in solidarity with Palestine

[kaogens]

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[selfhealingmoments]

[help-mona]

Have our cries reached you after a full year of war that it is still ongoing! 🚨🚨

Today, we have completed a full year of the fierce war on Gaza – Palestine – and the world is still waiting for all of us to die. 😔

We know that you are tired of the many messages and appeals that we send to you, but there is no other way, which I have to admit that it is not the ideal one, to conveying our plea and the suffering we are enduring.

To donate, click here 🙏

To donate paypal here

We can barely access the internet, so please try to help us financially or by spreading our story whenever you receive one of our pleas.🛜🛜🛜

Look at the picture, and you will understand how much we need your help and support during these difficult times we are going through.

Will we be able to resist the cold of winter in these clothes? what about our children? ???!! 👧👦😔

Winter is coming now, and we need essential requirements that we miss and lack because they cost money in these harsh conditions and the insane rise in prices.

Starting with:

*** Rehabilitating the tent we live in, which does not protect us from the cold weather at night and has deteriorated under the summer sun.

*** Winter clothes, especially for the children and all family members.

*** Winter blankets to protect against the cold night weather.

*** Medicine, especially for my daughter’s eye treatment and for my mother, who suffers from high blood pressure due to the poor living conditions.

How can you help us during these difficult times?

Even a small amount of support can help us, at least initially, to provide:

*** Winter clothes and blankets for the children.

*** A new tent that can protect us from rain and strong winds.

*** Some food supplies to help boost our immunity.

*** The chance to relocate when the borders open and secure a safe place for the family where medical care is available.

In this critical time, we need your support, even if it’s just a little, as it can provide for our basic needs and help us to at least survive and stay alive

To donate paypal here

Thank you for your generosity and compassionate hearts.❤️❤️🍉🍉

[girlinafairytale]

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