Church of Whale Fall
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Ive hired 2,000 finches to eat your freshly sown lawn seed
While children are getting free candy from strangers during Halloween, the 10 children in Mahmoud's family (@mahmoudfamily1) barely have enough money to buy food. Can you donate the price of a bar of chocolate or a pack of money so that they may get food and other basic necessities?
There is no vegetables or fruits in Gaza; there is barely any food available, let alone sweets for the children. These 10 children suffer from constant stomachaches and diarrhea due to eating the little contaminated food they can find!
There are 3 babies among Mahmoud's 17 family members. The youngest of them, baby Meryem, was only born a few months ago during this genocidal war. Mahmoud's sister gave birth to the baby under a shower of bullets, with no medical personnel or medical resources available. Mahmoud's sister almost lost her life giving birth to the baby! While she luckily survived, she is still suffering from many infections due to the difficult birth.
Not only is there no food, but there are also no diapers for the little babies. Even if they are available (though often they are not), one pack of diapers cost $150! And there are 3 babies in need of them! Please, Mahmoud's gofundme barely has any donations, and they need all the help they can get!
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This Halloween, when you give sweets to children, buy sweets for yourself, or even when you are just watching the neighbourhood kids go trick or treating, please remember these 10 children in Gaza who can barely find food to eat. They are just children. They should be having fun like all other children around the world, not worrying if they will get to eat tonight! Please donate if you can. Every little bit helps!
As an incentive to donate, I'm also hosting a freshwater pearl phone strap raffle to raise funds for this campaign (UK only)! Click here to enter after you donated!
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If the landscape actually was what people valued it to be, the global ecosystem would surely collapse. If suburbs were truly only houses, yards and trees selected by the homeowner, if pastures grew only the forages intended by the farmer, if agricultural land grew only crops, if a ditch next to an overpass was simply a ditch
If all the places we think of as "no longer wild" actually were, if the biodiversity we thought was gone actually was gone, life on Earth would not be able to sustain itself. The unintended and random plants, the wild weeds of lost and empty places, they hold us tightly, sustaining the few and meager scraps of symbiotic relationships that keep the Earth alive
The ditch beside the road is no longer a serene wetland. The wetland was bulldozed and destroyed and now it is a ditch, dirty and strewn with garbage. But because nobody looks closely, almost nobody sees...A few rushes and sedges have decided to grow here, there's a clump of stubborn and stunted cattails, and there in the weeds, a thickety willow cradling a blackbird's nest.
Easy to love the pristine wilderness in distant preserves, but will someone love this abused and ugly place? Will someone be moved to protect the wild of the roadside ditch and vacant lot as passionately as they protect the primeval forest?
Easy to see the importance of the Amazon rainforest for the very air in our lungs, but who will see the moss that grows between the bricks in the wall of their run-down apartment and realize, It is your oxygen that I breathe?
I read a paper one time suggesting that, even though the idea of monoculture is harmful through its influence on agricultural practice, monoculture does not actually exist, because in practice the weeds prevent it from becoming a reality.
I was thinking of that again, and wondering what it would be like if the weeds actually obeyed us...
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏