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I want more people to know that while the Palestine Olympic team consists of only 8 athletes, at least 69 Palestinian Olympic athletes have been killed since October 2023. This includes athletes who were going to compete in these games and retired athletes such as Majed Abu Maraheel, the first Palestinian Olympian, who died of kidney failure in a refugee camp product of lack of medical treatment.

Remember them during these games.

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Help Ameer and His Family Escape the Gaza War Zone

My name is Ameer Al-Hindawi, and I am a 21-year-old third-year engineering student at Al-Azhar University in Gaza. My family and I have been severely affected by the ongoing conflict. We have completely lost our home, and I have personally endured torture for nine days after the IDF soldiers arrested me for no reason as thousands of other civilians. The current situation in Gaza has not only disrupted my education but has also placed my family and me in constant danger.

Our Struggle:

Since October 7, 2023, the relentless bombings have made Gaza incredibly unsafe. We have moved multiple times in search of safety, but it seems there is no safe place left in the Gaza Strip. This war is unlike any other we have experienced, and the devastation is overwhelming. I am deeply concerned about my education and the well-being of my family.

Our Need:

To escape this dire situation, we need to leave Gaza through the Rafah crossing, the border between Gaza and Egypt. However, crossing this border requires a paid permit, and the coordinators in Egypt demand 5,000 USD per person to add our names to the transit list. We are a family of seven, which means we need a total of 35,000 USD.

Fundraising Goal:

We hope to raise 65,000 CAD. Your generous contributions will be allocated as follows:

35,000 USD (approx. 49,000 CAD) for the permits to cross the Rafah border for seven family members.

7,000 CAD for temporary housing, resettlement expenses, clothes, urgent healthcare, and other humanitarian needs in Egypt.

And 7,000 CAD for my continued education.

How You Can Help:

Your support can make a significant difference in our lives. Even small contributions will greatly alleviate our suffering and help us find safety. Please consider sharing our campaign with your network to help us reach our goal as quickly as possible. Every moment in Gaza is fraught with danger, and your assistance can provide us with the hope and opportunity to rebuild our lives.

Conclusion:

Thank you for standing in solidarity with us and making a positive impact on our lives after being affected by this devastating conflict. Your compassion and generosity are greatly appreciated during this difficult time.

Thank you for your support,

Ameer Al-Hindawi

this is not normal. Palestinian students the same age as me or in many cases even YOUNGER shouldn’t have to be online 24/7 advocating for their families just so they have some money to buy food and buy a tent after their old one was destroyed by a drone strike. please don’t be desensitized by this. there is an onslaught of atrocities being committed by israel every single day but we have to keep standing up for Palestinians.

the students on my dash… they’re all so young they have aspirations they have hopes. but now they need to wake up at the crack of dawn to line up at the food distribution center not knowing if there’s a sniper somewhere watching them. this is horrific

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if 3000+ devices exploded simultaneously and thousands got injured, 37+ ppl died in usa or london or france anywhere in the imperial core this website would be talking about it nonstop. my coworkers' relatives are lebanese and he hasn't been able to contact them because everyone's nervous of using anything with a lithium battery. the kids from diaspora are teaching their parents how to turn off find my phone and airdrop and other geolocating options. it's absurd to me people are carrying on like its normal, or just don't care cause c'mon ppl blow up in the middle east all the time, right?

Drabbles of Dreams

Falling

        I gaze down at the streets. The world is set to monotone. Blacks and greys everywhere. No colour, no change, no difference.

        The busy cars, and crowded sidewalks are a jumble of monotone.

        Is this what colour blind people see?

        I look down at my wrists. Seeing darkened marks and silvery chains decorating them.

        Those chains look connected to something. I try and see but they only fade into the distance.

        The chains tug, and I follow with a jerk. Wide eyed, I realize I'm falling.

        Falling,

        And falling,

        And falling.

        But, I'm light. As light as a feather. It feels so slow, the feeling of falling, yet so liberating, freeing.

        I love it and want it to last forever. 

        The ground bellow me shatters as I hit it. I'm not dead, the world is now black all around me, and I'm being dragged down.

        I feel something cold hit my body, which ultimately makes me feel heavier. I wish I was still falling, though the cool sensation is nice.

        I'm still being dragged, so long I loose even more sense of time and I realize at some point, the cold turned into freezing.

        It's unpleasant, uncomfortable- no painful, and suffocating.

        It's like I'm drowning, but I don't need to breath or see, since it's dark and nothing's there to look at anyway.

        I don't know how long the silver chains have been pulling me but it seems as though it's been forever when I see something. 

        It's - red.

Colour? Why is it red? I thought.

        It drew closer and closer until I realized it was flickering. Flame. 

        The flame grew bigger and brighter one moment, then smaller and weaker the next. It seemed as though it was dying, so the chains stopped and released me so I could move to it.

        The flame flickered as I drew near and I paused my movements a little. I cupped my hands around it and realized it wasn't warm. It was warmer than the area around me though, and helped me see, so I stayed, finding comfort in the small flame. 

        The flame started to lick me and get hotter. Surely enough, it burned me.

        I started falling back, father and farther, until I forgot all about the flame and the emotions I felt before, only the awareness I felt something, and did something moments ago lingered.

        I was suddenly aware of the feeling of something soft on my back and the darkness slowly faded until I saw the darkness of my ceiling with the red of my alarm clock highlighting my face.

        I was awake.