From The River Too The Sea Palestine Will Be Free

From the river too the sea palestine Will be Free

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Crips for eSims for Gaza

Crips for eSims for Gaza is a collaboration between Jane Shi, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, and Alice Wong. 

From the river too the sea palestine Will be Free

I am Bilal, displaced from Gaza, now living in Egypt with part of my family, while most of my family is still in Gaza. Leaving Gaza was not an easy decision, but it was the only option after 150 days of bombing and siege. Now that we are here, we feel that we have left a large part of our lives and hearts there.

Life here is not what we expected. Everything is expensive and difficult. We face endless challenges every day, whether in the cost of living or in trying to adapt to a new reality. Prices do not stop rising, and every step requires great effort. Rent, bills, food; everything seems to be pressuring us more and more.

With all this, there is a constant longing for our land and for our people who remained in Gaza. We live here, but our souls are suspended there, with every news we hear, with every new bombing, with every scream we hear. Missing my family in Gaza is a feeling that never leaves me. We are here trying to live and build a new life, but we feel that we are always waiting, waiting for something that we do not know when it will happen, if it will happen.

In these difficult times, any support can make a huge difference in our lives. Every small contribution helps us to continue and overcome these daily challenges, so that we can see a more stable future for ourselves and our loved ones.

To donate and help click here.

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So I’ve been keeping track of the Chrystul Kizer case (a 19 year old black woman charged with killing her abuser when she was 17). You can find the full story here: https://nypost.com/2019/12/18/chrystul-kizer-faces-life-in-prison-for-killing-her-alleged-pedophile-abuser-randy-volar/. In case anyone didn’t know:

-her hearing is set for June 8, 2020

-her bail is set for $400,000 

-you can keep updates on her here: https://freechrystul.wordpress.com/2020/03/05/some-good-news-for-chrystul/, as well as find resources to support her. You can write her a letter, sign petitions, etc.

-her family has set up a fundraiser for her here: https://fundrazr.com/FreeChrystulKizer?ref=ab_AdkL5uoLQcdAdkL5uoLQcd I’ve been keeping track of it often, but hardly anyone has contributed! This is what it looks like now:

Not even close to the $45K goal. She needs money not only for court and bail, but also for things afterwards, like therapy. 

If you could reblog and share this, that would be great!

Free Palestine

Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

Donation link 🙏🏻

Lmbo!!

OF COURSE I HAVE FRIENDS!!

❤️Theodore "Theo" Huxley is now open for interactions!

Alright, Theo. Go through it one more time. Phone? Check. Wallet? Check — if he needs it, he's not sure that he will but it's smart to be prepared. Keys? He doesn't need his keys, Felix should have his keys. He puts his keys in his pocket anyways.

What else, what else…

OH! Oh. Mask. He almost forgot about the mask. He scoops up his mask and carefully places it on his face. It's a little bit big and feels kind of weird on his nose, but it looks nice! It works well with his outfit and frankly, Theo thinks he looks rather spiffy all dressed up like this. He looks at himself in the mirror. Definitely spiffy.

What a lucky find his trousers were! And thrifting them made him feel good. It was always nice to use his own money to buy something — especially when that something was clearly well loved by someone before him. It makes him feel a bit more normal, he supposes. Like he's rightly part of something!

Right, he's ready to go. Now all that's left is to… get there. Wherever there is, exactly. The directions don't, ah, exactly make sense? But Felix had, apparently, made it there safe? So he was probably going to be fine. Theoretically. So long as he doesn't get himself turned around. And the thought of getting turned around certainly doesn't make him nervous. Not at all.

His (not!!!) worry turns out to be misplaced, though! He finds his way to the gala remarkably easily, in fact! Though... if you asked him, he's not sure he could explain what exactly he did to get there? He just manages it.

And now that he's here, it's really nothing like he was expecting. Calling it outside of reality didn't quite prepare him for the fact that it was... nothing. A white space that seemed to stretch on for forever even despite the fact that there were rooms. Which meant there should have been an end, right? Walls? It makes some sort of sense, maybe, if this really is what the invitation said it was.

Theo looks out at the sea of bodies. Some of the people here seem to be about his age. Some are a bit younger. Some are... much younger. He flinches at the sight of a face that looks much like his own, coated in blood. Kids with haunted looks in their eyes, just barely disguised under extravagant masks. He inhales, shaking off memories he'd gotten really good at handling. Because he's nearly an adult and can take care of himself.

His eyes finally catch on a familiar mask and he finds himself letting out a relieved sigh. He was more than a little bit worried that he'd have a hard time finding anyone he knew. It's not too full here, but there are enough people around that he's sure he'd end up dizzy if he tried to search for too terribly long.

"Lex!" Theo calls, making his way through the crowd and to his twin, "You look great!!!"

"And you," Felix retaliates, folding his arms over his chest, "Look like you ran your head under a humidifier. Honestly, Teddy, you've got to take better care of your hair."

He huffs, smoothing out his blouse. Not everyone had hair as good as Felix's! Especially not him! Theo's not exactly certain how it works out that way, but his hair has always been much frizzier than his brother's. He's tried just about everything under the sun to get it to lay straight, but it balloons up whenever he so much as looks at it wrong!

"It was better when I left." He defends weakly.

Felix raises an eyebrow. "Right."

"It was!!!"

"I believe you." He says, making absolutely no indication that he believes Theo even a little bit.

From one of the many pockets in his outfit, Felix produces a comb. Theo groans, but begrudgingly leans forward so he can whack at his hair with it. With a cup of cold water and a much too expensive comb, Felix makes quick work of the glorified ball of lint sitting on top of his head.

Jeez... you'd think he'd care less about appearance after all this time. But no, as rough around the edges as Lex likes to come off, he always makes sure he looks good. How much of that is to keep dirt from staining his clothes and blood from drying on his scalp, Theo won't ever know for sure. But his impression on people still obviously matters to him a lot — even if he's going for a different one now. And that presentation tends to still extend to Theo.

It's — maybe just a little — frustrating. Sometimes. A bit. But he can't be too annoyed because every time he gets a touch up from his brother, he does end up looking better. So when he turns his phone camera on to get a look at himself and his hair is smoother than it's been in weeks: he can't help but be as envious as he is grateful.

"Thanks, Lex." He says, deflating a bit.

Felix either doesn't notice or he pretends he doesn't (it's kind of hard to tell what he's thinking sometimes), and nods once, folding the comb and returning it to his pocket labyrinth.

"Not a problem." He responds, flicking his hand free of water. His nails are painted and he's wearing fingerless gloves, but none of that hides the bruises on his knuckles.

Theo flexes his own fingers. His hands cling to stains from gardening that no amount of washing can quite get rid of. His fingertips are calloused. But... his nails are clean. They aren't painted because he doesn't have blood dried under them to hide. His hands don't hurt to ball into fists for punches he'll never quite have it in him to throw.

"Well!" He claps his hands together, "I'm sure you've got things to do. Lilys to cling to, I won't keep you!"

And he revels, maybe just a bit, in the way that Felix lights up like a Christmas tree at the implication. He sputters, trying to find the words to defend himself, and quickly devolves into embarrassed muttering. Theo laughs and it does nothing to ease his brother's bashfulness, but it does wonders to brighten his own mood.

When Felix eventually rights himself, it's by covering his face with his hands for a long moment. He glares daggers at Theo, but there's no true fire behind it. Not anymore. "I do not cling to her."

"Sure you don't."

"I don't!" He barks out, voice just a bit shrill. "And even if I did, which I absolutely do not, I think I'd be well in my right to! We're dating. It's only natural."

"Mhm."

"Teddy." He pleads.

Theo grins, drinking it in, "Yeah, Lex?"

"Urgh. Just... take care, why don't you? Go do whatever it is that you do at parties."

"I will!"

Theo admits that he doesn't have a lot of experience with fancy parties like this, but it's fun to tease Felix about it and this feels like the best escalation of that. Or... it does until he catches something juuuuust as he starts to walk away.

"Before I go, you should probably know that you've got lipstick on your teeth."

And he walks away before he has a chance to respond.

Free Palestine

Happy New Year, From GAZA 🌨️ ❄️

Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist / a devoted husband / a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork. I walk long distances to access electricity and internet, creating under harsh conditions to ensure my voice reaches the Tumblr community through my art. I hope you support me to continue surviving and ensure the safety of my family. Thank you for your time. Stay safe 🙏

Gofundme Campaign Link

saw a post by @ yurdebob on tiktok and I thought it would be so funny if I did something like it with my fictionkins and my alien green father figure rabbit Imao

Free Palestine

Dear Friends

Dear Community,

I am Ahmed Abuowda,

A Palestinian citizen with roots in Khan Younis ..

A father of three children

Dear Friends,

Dear Community,

I am Ahmed Abuowda,

A Palestinian citizen with roots in Khan Younis,

A father of three beautiful girls.

I have always been deeply committed to protecting human rights and helping those in need. However, the recent explosions in Gaza have shattered everything we once held dear. Our homes, filled with love and precious memories, now lie in ruins. I haven’t just lost my house, i’ve lost everything that mattered to us.

My mother's home, my appartment and all it belongings. All gone, leaving behind only painful memories.

https://gofund.me/999e0c1c

Despite enduring so much, we remained steadfast, helping others through their own times of need.

As 2023 approaches, the basic necessity of shelter looms over us. My hope was to rebuild our lives in Khan Younis. Yet, faced with the reality that Gaza is no longer habitable, we had to seek safety and a fresh start beyond its borders. Tragically, some of our loved ones remain behind, while others have fled or perished.

Today, my family and I find ourselves in the Arab Republic of Egypt, struggling to rebuild. Without proper residency or citizenship, it has been nearly impossible to secure work or provide our children with the decent life they deserve. All our attempts to establish stability here have failed.

I humbly appeal for your support. Though I am not accustomed to asking for help, I now reach out in desperation. Your generosity no matter how small can serve as a line of hope, helping us rise from the depths of this disaster.

As the world faces its own challenges, your solidarity could be our lifeline. Please stand with us in our darkest hours as we strive to rebuild our lives and ensure the well-being of our children.

Every donation, every act of kindness, brings us one step closer to survival.

With heartfelt gratitude,

Ahmed Abuowda