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Help a Palestinian Family Escape Genocide

78% of the way there!

gofundme.com

Donate to Help my family survive famine and have secure life, organised by Mazin Fakak

Dear friends, family, and compassionate supporters, My name is Eman Za… Mazin Fakak needs your support for Help my family survive famine an

A message from Eman:

Dear friends, family, and compassionate supporters,

My name is Eman Zaqout, from Occupied Gaza, Palestine. I am contacting you at a really desperate and urgent moment.

I am seeking your assistance to raise funds for saving our lives, facing the starvation in Gaza and help me achieve my doctoral degree dream after awarding prestigious PhD Fellowship.

I'm a wife and mother of two little kids. My husband Mahmoud Zaqout 39 years old, my son Rakan 12 years old and my doughter Seba 10 years old. I am also an employee working in a medical field and at the same time a scientific researcher conducting different research inside and outside Gaza as well.

For years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital and Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital, as Biotechnology Specialist serving basically cancer patients with compassion and skill.

I am just like any motivated and loving life woman, who loves her family, job and warm house. Since October 7th, my life changed dramatically when Israeli military launched a sweeping war against Gaza. My home and our neighborhood in the North have been destroyed early in this crisis. I and my family have experienced disastrous and unforgettable moments in that day when Israeli warplanes started a violent attack with heavy missiles and white phosphorus in our region. Ambulances and the Palestinian Red Cross evacuated us from the targeted place, so we went to my father’s home. My job and my husband's job are gone. Israel forced us later to evacuate again from the north Gaza to the south where they claimed it would be the safe zone but it is not at all. Our sweet home and neighborhood have been destroyed along with our belongings and precious memories. Even if the war ends, it's literally unlivable.

It has been 10 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die.

Your generosity is not just a donation; it is a beacon of hope in the face of adversity, a lifeline for not only my family but also other displaced families at our camp torn apart by conflict. Your support, whether big or small, will make a significant difference during this challenging time as we lost everything we have, and not just observe from the outside.

Please donate and share this with friends and colleagues and thank you for standing with us.

Eman Zaqout

There is an extended version of her story on her GoFundMe.

Please donate if you can. Any amount helps, whether it's 5 dollars, 10 dollars, or 20 dollars. Here is a link to her Tumblr:

https://www.tumblr.com/emannzaqout1

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Saiki Kusuo and the Olympians, Chapter Three

After Saiki Kusuo falls in a mysterious portal made by his powers, he encounters two children that show him an entirely new world. Will he be able to get home? Read and find out!

(that last sentence is a lie - I'm not sure yet either)

Saiki Kusuo is transported into the world of Percy Jackson and must fight the Gods with the help of Will and Nico.

**SPOILERS**

New Tags:

Athena, Clarisse La Rue, Aiura Mikoto, Toritsuka Reita

Amputation, temporary amputation (don't ask)

2 Pieces of News

1: I don't think anyone follows me on Wattpad, but in case someone sees this blog later and happens to use that site, my stories have been deleted and I terminated my account.

2: I am currently working on a new project and am wrestling with writers block as best I can. I'll post an excerpt once I stop staring at the 150 words it took me 20 minutes to write and get in my writing groove.

Sorry to the people that are following me for the short drabbles I post, next one is Matsuzaki, and that isn't until the 21st.

FLAT COLOR DONE RAHHH

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I don’t have a wig holder

Matsuzaki - Birthday Celebration

"I hope you understand why I invited you to my office," Matsuzaki said calmly. Kongou just stared at him defiantly. 

"No, teach. I don't," he all but spat, his face twisted in annoyance.

"Kongou, I wanted to talk to you about your grades in Japanese. You're seriously lagging behind." Kongou rolled his eyes.

"I'll try harder. Is that all?"  Matsuzaki quieted and peered at the student before him. Finally, he nodded, and Kongou stood abruptly and stalked out.

Matsuzaki glanced down at the poem in front of him, Kongou Tsuyoshi written at the bottom. Maybe next time, he'd confront him.

needed to get this idea out of my nervous system

poem from before the election was decided

Your Bloodied Flag

“Red, white, and blue,”

you holler,

“Stand for America!”

But you must understand,

while you shout and scream

your patriotic lies,

I will not.

I will stand 

for the idea of liberty.

I will stand

for the idea of freedom.

I will stand

for the men and women who brought us here.

I will not stand

for America.

I will not stand

for the Rohingya genocide America aided,

for the genocide happening in Palestine that America is funding,

for the Japanese internment camps that America built.

America is not the “superior country.”

It is not the dream that our ancestors worked for,

Nor is it the dream that we are told to follow.

It is a flawed country,

in need of revision,

reconstruction,

and learning.

We need to learn from our past,

our mistakes,

and we need to rectify them.

We need to work as a community,

to erase laws that suppress,

and to build new laws that lift people up

to be the best version of themselves they can be.

This is not an impossible fever dream. 

It is the dream our ancestors held.

They dreamt of growth,

of learning,

of kindness,

of liberty,

of understanding.

It is the American dream that I hold in my heart.

No, I will not stand for America.

Not yet.

It's a poem for English class. I'm wondering if I should rewrite it considering recent events bc I'm pretty hopeless rn lol. Hopefully i feel better in the morning and finally get around to writing.