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“The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.”

— George Orwell

Don't forget us please🇵🇸❤️ Don't forget Palestinians' life🥺🍉

They are slaughtering us for more than two years as if we are animals. Where are human rights‼️‼️‼️ I need to raise my voice to people of humanity.

Breaking News ‼️‼️

6/5/2025 6:48Am in Gaza.

Israel will take the rest of Gaza and we don't know where to go next.  Also hunger is surrounding me and my family from everywhere. We are so hungry. One bag of flour reach 600$. So please do your best to save my family and help us 🙏🙏‼️‼️💔💔

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My full story 🙏💔

I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Dear my kind donors!

I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.

Please Save those innocent kids from war 🥺‼️🙏🙏

We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed and my kids are starving now with no enough food  😭‼️🥺After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

My lovely students before war 🥺

My lovely home 💔💔‼️

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food

The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.  The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:

1 kg of meat = $100 now there is no meat

1 chicken = 70$ there is no chicken

1 kg of fish = 100$ now it costs 200$

1 bag of flour = $200 now it costs 600$

1 kg of cooking gas = $150 now it costs 1000$

1 kg of sugar = $50

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of onions = $50

1 kg of tomatoes = $20

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.

. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz

You can support my family here

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Help Areej’s Family Evacuate Gaza Strip

Hello, my name is Areej. I was an English teacher before the war, but everything changed after October 7th. 

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the most beautiful person ever, my daughter <33

Okay so three days ago I posted myself on TikTok (biggest mistake ever made) and I'll be blunt I am a bigger person however I don't think that should warrant comments such as "nah not lethal just wide" or "have you ever heard of a blob fish". Or "she looks like that kid from hereditary". Now I have thick skin and I usually try to ignore it but it's just so frustrating. I'm not usually hurt by people's words but it takes a lot for me to feel pretty. I just wish there weren't so many standards or high expectations of what a person should look like. I don't know what to say honestly it's just all rather annoying.

Also here's two of the photos I had in the post

what doesn't kill you makes you weird with intimacy

Lover's Eye Bracelet

c. 1860

Watercolor on ivory set in a gold bracelet

probably British

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Urgent appeal for help 🙏🥺🥺🥺

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Update// Israel will occupied the rest of Gaza and will have no place to go to. Also hunger is killing us slowly here. Can you imagine that the flour is 600$ for one bag. My family is 8 person and now we don't find anything to eat please help my family and support us. Everything is so expensive and unbelievable 💔💔💔.Guys we need you in this harsh conditions I'm begging you. 😭😭

I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️

Inge Kassab.

Please help here

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Save a Palestinian dental student and her family in Gaza

Hi, I'm Tristan from the Netherlands, running this campaign on behalf of Inge, who tells her story below:

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# free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am a mother from Gaza, living in harsh conditions due to the continuous shelling and powerful explosions. I have been forced to move from one place to another with my little daughter, Tia, who was born amidst this war. I need your help to buy a tent and supplies for her so we can be in a safe place. Please consider donating to support us in this difficult time. Help Tia; she deserves a better life. Thank you to everyone who offers their assistance! ❤️ #Gaza #ChildAid

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇

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Inscribed scarabs, upper Egypt, Temple of Hatshepsut, ca. 1479–1458 B.C. Via Met Collections

I'll be real, y'all.

I don't see an ultra-nationalist opening a temple to Pan and Zeus in Arcadia as a Helpol win.

I see it as a stain that we will have to grapple with for time immemorial.

Heck, the people celebrating its opening—more likely than not—wouldn't be allowed anywhere near it.

Greeks only. You know, since it was opened by an ULTRA-NATIONALIST.

appreciation post for my mom, @amanda-farley

(very much a belated thank you for letting me convince you to install tumblr)

Where do I even begin? I feel like I could write years worth of passages when it concerns you. It feels as if ever since you cradled me in those arms that had once held yourself together, you and I were history waiting to be written. Maybe that’s presumptuous of me, but I think I have always been a little presumptuous. Especially when it concerns you. (If I had to count the amount of times people have told me I defended you a bit too much, I fear we would be here for quite a while.)

You have always been my biggest supporter, even when at times it didn’t feel as if you were. You would let my much smaller hands dig my nails into your skin when I felt as of if I was about to burst because of my anxiety, and you still do when that anxiety sneaks back up on me years later. You catered to my odd hyperfixations, like when I was young and was obsessed with mustaches (yes, I still remember that pink dress that was covered with mustaches). How, instead of yelling at me for drawing on the walls, you only scolded me gently into not doing it again and complimented my handiwork. How when you argued with your ex husband you took me out for popsicles, because you had tried for those arguments not to happen in front of me. How when you couldn’t see me for my tenth birthday so you bought me presents and a cake and had set them in front of the door.

Even when your addiction kept dragging you, you still made sure that I knew that you loved me. The way you had held me after my second attempt, letting me get snot all over your shirt. I remember how you defended me from people, how you were the only person who actually decided to listen and do something. I remember you picking me up from school with my reoccurring headaches, telling me that everything will be okay and that you’re sorry. How you held my hand when I had laid in that emergency car. How you never fail to remind me that I am strong, that my experiences does not reflect who I am as a person and who I may turn out to be. How you continue to love and support me through it all.

I think one of the hardest parts of growing is knowing you’re also growing, knowing that one day you won’t be living in a world that once knew how you had felt. I fear for that day, but it also helps me appreciate you more in the present. Hearing your voice brings me back to the present. Knowing you’re out there, being yourself, fills me with joy.

Knowing that, that in at least this world and this lifetime, you are my mom. And that is a blessing and a miracle all in one. A life of us, of mother and child. A life of love and pain.

A life that is unmistakably human.