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i don't wanna sound hopeless but i feel like so many of you don't care or have stopped caring about palestine.

the news of hospitals being bombed, children being massacred, people dying from the cold, and the famine spreading in gaza does not seem enough to grab attention or make people care.

what new tragedy needs to befall gaza for you to start talking about it? the occupation kills a child every few minutes. people are cold and are starving. refugee camps are being bombed with bombs that can level city blocks.

this all happens because of all of us. we are complicit in this genocide because our governments use the taxes we pay to send weapons to the occupation. weapons that are used to kill children and impose a blockade that is starving 2 million people.

the very fact that we're still going about our days when all of this is going on breaks my heart. especially because we have failed to stop our governments from using our money to arm israel.

i urge you, please be generous and donate to suad and her baby khaled. he is just six months old and suad is unable to find any formula for him. if she finds anything, it is extremely expensive. the baby also needs warm clothes and is suffering from a respiratory problem and needs a nebulizer.

@suad-khaled has been verified [#279]

please help suad and her baby boy

Photobook-esque stills from Minna No Kimochi's Asia Tour Vlog

crash 1996 reference on my car after hitting a staircase

Will I die like them? Like my uncle, my other uncle, my cousin, my 10-year-old cousin, my cousin’s daughter, my other cousin, and also my 7-year-old cousin?I don’t want to be one of them. Please, donate to me before this happens.

Donate to me, please, just five euros.

Emily Floyd, Emoticon, 2024

custom saifak wings by trashy clothing for elyanna

engraved with floral patterns inspired by the iconic Armenian ceramics crafted by the Balian family, the metal back shield embodies the artistry and legacy of a community that has called Palestine home for centuries.

• My name is Jaber, I am 13 years old, and I live in Gaza, where life is nothing like what you see in movies or read about in books. Here, everything is difficult, and even dreams require a miracle.
• Sometimes, I sit on the roof of our fragile house and look at the sky. I see birds flying freely and wonder: why am I trapped? Why is my life measured by barriers?
• In Gaza, there is no safe place for children. The sounds of explosions teach us that fear is a part of life, and the night is darker than it should be. But despite all of this, I dream. I dream of living a normal life, going to a school where studies don’t stop because of wars, and playing in safe streets without being afraid of the dangers that could harm me.
• I need a chance, a chance to leave this place and start a new life where my childhood can grow in peace. But I can’t do it alone. I need your help—not just to save me but to give me a life I deserve, like any other child in the world.
• Every bit of support brings me one step closer to my dream, and every kind word gives me greater hope. Help me live and build a future full of peace and achievement.
• My dream is small, but it’s so big for me Please help me make it come true.

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