I want to tell you something about my friend Nader. He is a kind hearted young man. Even in all of his suffering and pain, he will take the time to tell me to wear a scarf so I don’t get sick when it’s cold, worry about me if I post about my injury, and ask me about my day. He doesn’t have to do any of this to be deserving of help, but I just want you to know who he is. He is a caring son to his father Ahmed and a loving uncle to his niece Iman. He spends all this time online campaigning for them because he loves his family and he wants to live. We all deserve to eat and live in peace. Nader’s family have the right to live, just as much as anyone born anywhere else in the world. Nader is the son of a father who is sick with cancer, who can’t access adequate treatment because the hospitals have been bombed. Remember this: the children of Gaza are children, just like your children or siblings and my cousins. The IOF drops bombs on them and starves them, and they’re just as scared as you would be if your parent was sick. I know that most of you understand this. Never let yourself forget that they’re more than a headline that tells you the number of people killed in today’s airstrike on Gaza.
Nader works hard to spread his family’s story every day, out of love for them. Nader is now, at 17 years old, the person bringing in money for his family. It’s a heavy responsibility on him. I hope you will return the kindness he shows others to him, and support his campaign. The weight of this should’ve never been on his shoulders, but you can help relieve it. Share his story and donate to his campaign, show him support on his blog @abdalsalam2000. In addition to sharing about his family, he has also shared a lot of informative posts about Palestinian history and what is happening right now in Gaza. If you’ve ever learned something from his posts, helping him now would be a good way to give something back to him
This has gone on for nearly one year and eight months. Can you imagine how exhausted you would be? They don’t have food or water, they can’t sleep because of the bombs.
€43,107 raised out of 50,000. Please help them get to 44,000 soon! only less than 900 left
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“Humanity’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.”
— Walter Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,“ 1936 (via infiniteradius)
I officially inform you that we have run out of flour and no food is available. Within two days, the flour may run out completely in the Gaza Strip.
We do not have flour and it is expensive because the occupation prevents its entry.
Donate to save our lives from famine.
TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME dir. David Lynch, 1992
Wood-nymph (c. 1900-1915); Frances Benjamin Johnston - photographer.
Vita Sackville-West, from her poem "In Memoriam: Virginia Woolf" published in The Observer on 6 April 1941
Maybe you didn’t personally drop bombs on innocent Yemenis, but the guy whose plane you performed maintenance on did. Maybe you didn’t shoot that 14 year old Iraqi kid who got too close to wire, but the guy you provided medical care did. Maybe you didn’t sexually assault that woman in Okinawa, but the guy who ate in your mess hall did. The vast majority of military service roles are non-combat. Their only purpose is to enable the combatants who carry out the crimes of the American empire.
George Seferis, Mythistorema (Trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
“are you busy today?”
They died by burning, by cold, by starvation, by bombing, by shock, by disease, by lack of treatment.
Children died of fear, by being crushed by tanks and bulldozers, by being buried under rubble, by drowning, by bleeding.They died in the streets, they died searching for a morsel of survival in aid boxes.
In Gaza, we have experienced all kinds of hunger and killing. If you want to help my family, the link is here to help. Do not hesitate to help us.