TW : HORROR-ESQUE DISTORTED ART

Vetted fundraisers for Black Palestinian families!

Neveen Al-Hasanaat

Ezz Jamous. IG account.

Said Fadel of SOLband. IG account.

Hatem H. Rawagh. IG account.

Sulala Animal Rescue. IG account.

Very often I see Black Palestinians relegated to a hypothetical or used for rhetorical arguments. They are real human beings, a real community within our larger Palestinian community. They deserve respect, recognition, and assistance.

Hello. Khawla and their family need your help! They need to feed their child, Ghazal but the cost of milk is high. She also is suffering from an injury which also is a costly problem. YOU can come to this girl’s aid by going to their go fund me right here:

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Donate to Support Khawla's Family in Gaza Crisis, organized by Abi Lass

My name is Abi from Lincoln, NE, and I'm raising money for Khawla and her family from … Abi Lass needs your support for Support Khawla's Fam

Please donate and share this link! This is very urgent because they’re currently living in very poor circumstances.

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Donate to Help Hanan and her children to reach safety, organized by Hanan Mahmoud

I am Hanan from Gaza, 33 years old, a mother of 3 children (Lana 10 ye… Hanan Mahmoud needs your support for Help Hanan and her childr

Please help Hanan and her family!

🚨 THREE DAYS WITHOUT DONATIONS 🚨

It's been days... and the donations have stopped. 🍉‼️

💔 We are a family in Gaza:

- Father: Elderly and sick

- Us: Women struggling to survive

- Reality: No food, no income, no support

The situation is becoming unbearable. Prices are rising. Our resources are running out.

It’s been three days since we’ve received any help. 📉

💸 Even a small donation can make a world of difference.

👉 5 can give us food for a day.

👉 10 can help with medicine for our father.

👉 $20 can buy us essential supplies.

Your "support" can change everything. Don't let us go another day without help.

Even if you can't donate, sharing this message can reach someone who can.

Please, help us survive this. We need your help now. 🙏

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*Donation link:

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Donate to Help Nada's family survive purposeful unimaginable struggle, organized by Michael Bushnell

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A Bard's Compromise

O Wind o' mine

Take me far above your Cathedral spire

Above the children's chatter and the morning prayers

Above the bards' glory-driven drivels and the merry-minded man,

Dance me a tune to last my lifetime

Sing me a song to serenade the sorrowful,

loved, and losing,

To watch over the cramped common crowd

In a bar where the drowned come to commiserate

as I, their god,

Ne'er be free as the god most lonely,

May the wind bring me companions

and I shall watch them come and go

as I, left behind where they would call home.

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS FOR HOUSING

Me and two friends need to raise $5000 by Monday 02.24.2025 for a deposit and we are missing $600, I offer digital art commissions for very flexible price and sell my prints and other Fandom merch on my Etsy and Bigcartel but if you can only spare a few dollars please donate directly on cash app or PayPal at ailexxichan@gmail.com. Without it they will be unhoused indefinitely. I will keep everyone updated and thank you for sharing this post

Do not follow me, (not anymore)

I would love you as if you were my own, My own to love, and my own to mourn, I would card my fingers through the tidal curls, And sweep past all the dirt crumbs you had, Because you rolled in damp swamp grass.

I would protect you, from anyone else who dare harm you, Even if you are a fighter and I, a writer, You seem to need me so I will guide you so, Little soldier, you should've stayed a child for a little while longer, It was not your time to see piercing spears and impaling blades on a blood strewn battlefield, Young minds are not meant to don old armor, But why, oh why in my naivete did I lead you here?

Please don't follow me, not anymore, I have no trust in myself to hold your guiding torch, I might burn you with a single blind swing, Just as I had all that long ago when I singed my own wings, I have a lot to say, but too little courage to tell; Apologies are on the tip of my tongue, but they can't seem to spill.

Little child I love like my own, If you were to forgive the one who raised you, Would they not hurt you anymore?

I will give you every reason I could think of, so you would let go, I'm afraid if you stay by my side for longer than you need to, I'd harm you just like all those years ago, I never lay a hand against you, but I broke that porcelain pedestal, And the shards of porcelain left bleeding cuts I could not mend.

I'm sorry, my dear, I wish you the best.

Paradise/Cityscape

All that is passed,

And all that is due

Wander in fields of flowers,

One big tree in the midst of the pasture

Lowly hanging golden fruits,

Knowledge bestowed with every bitten

Sweet at first bite, bitter as an afterthought,

I pace beneath it's sturdy branches and it's

swaying, shining leaves.

This is what paradise would feel,

But I am not dead.

I am dead to the world, the world was dead to me

This fantasy is speaking to me,

with no sound,

Regardless, I am always astonished,

the pretty view of Paradise.

Alas, Paradise never lasts,

The curtain opens

and I lay under sheets,

Formality reeks in this room, of something man-made and broken and repaired, and put back together again,

and beyond my window

Is turgid, overwhelming, and polluted,

Cityscape.

burning monster.

What of the tree,

That stands between Time and Death,

However, where our lives had begun,

Had also been where you came to rest.

Battle had worn you thin,

Broken seams and dirty limbs,

The golden crown that sits atop your head,

Rusted brown with soil and ash,

The loud thundering destruction,

Of a home you had never forgotten,

One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,

My father stares into your eyes,

He knew, and I knew,

You'd miss me, I knew.

I had to leave,

I had to leave,

I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,

This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,

I must cut the voice that yelled,

At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,

Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,

And rest my conscious six feet underground,

Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and

burning gunpowder,

In a resting chamber that tormented me for

Days, weeks, hours,

The button clicks like a final realization,

The sun has set at a new chapter,

Singed at the page corners,

And now a new world without the burning monster,

Myself,

Only myself,

The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,

What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,

And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,

And a father that blames this death on everyone,

But himself.