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Help a Palestinian Family Escape Genocide

78% of the way there!

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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

She has been verified by 90-ghost and aces-and-angels.

THEY CITED A FUCKING WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE I’M DYING

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.

Pk psychic trio

Uhh… like 5’3 I think?

@saiurangels @psi-bug @3van08 @hillbilly---man @justmagicalgirl

@ mutuals rb this w how tall you are i wanna know

i’m 4’11

the sudden urge to write a romance about the sweet little blorbos in your head even though you can't write kissing for shit

Please note that this is a fake quote. Trump is a racist felon of a president that doesn’t care about his voter base, yes, but spreading misinformation will give Republicans leverage to say that Democrats are lying to sabotage his. Not to mention, spreading misinformation for the ‘right’ side isn’t any better than what they’re doing.

https://www.factcheck.org/2015/11/bogus-meme-targets-trump/

verifythis.com

Trump did not call Republicans the ‘dumbest group of voters’ in a 1998 People interview

A meme that claims to show the quote from Trump in a 1998 People magazine interview has made the rounds on social media for years. But it’s

he's laughing. he doesn't care about any of you. he's laughing.

An excerpt from a project I'm working on:

Saiki knew it would be a bad day when he woke up.

First, he had a premonition and had to stop the gas station from blowing up because of a stray rock. Then, he got a call from Kuusuke, letting him know he would be over next weekend. After that, his limiter had fallen out, and he’d gotten stuck in a time loop for hours, all before breakfast. 

Finally, to top it all off, he had to take his younger sister to school with him.

“Please, Kusuo, honey?” his mother pleaded, eyes sparkling. “I promised Hana I would see her band today, and Kuriko doesn’t have anyone to watch her…

‘Fine,’ he said tiredly, looking over at his 5-year-old sister, devouring pancakes at a concerning rate. He met his mother’s eyes again, quickly averting his gaze when he saw her glistening eyes. 

“Oh, Ku, thank you so much! I’ll get you some coffee jelly on my way home.” Good grief. He turned away, going through a mental checklist before school. He had all his bags, his homework was done, and Nendou’s favorite ramen shop was closed for the morning, so he should be fine

A slight tug on his pant leg made him look down to see Kuriko staring up at him, mouth wiped clean of syrup and her light pink hair in a ponytail. Her hair was longer than his in girl form - it reached all the way down to her shoulders.

“Kusu-kun, when are we going?” she whined, staring up at him with large, lamp-like eyes. Saiki let out a huff.

‘Right now,’ he said, opening the door and gesturing for her to go before him. She skittered outside, setting off in a random direction that was definitely not the way to get to PK Academy. 

Good grief.

‘Kuriko!’ 

—

After teleporting them both back to his house (no, Kuriko, they couldn’t teleport straight into the school; people would see them), they set off along the stone-ladden path to the academy, Kuriko leaping from stone to stone, determined not to touch the cracks.

“Kusu-kun, are we theeere yet?” she whined back at him, the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. Could psychics get aneurysms?

‘Five more minutes,’ he said blandly. It wasn’t the truth – without teleportation, they had about ten more minutes until they arrived at PK, but Kuriko didn’t need to know that. 

Of course, he was so focused on making sure Kuriko didn’t kill herself by accident that he forgot to watch out for other life-threatening dangers. 

“Buddy!” Nendou called, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Saiki nearly punched him in the face, but restrained himself at the last second. 

“Nendou!” Kaidou called out, panicked. “You’ll kill him!” Good luck with that.

“What? Buddy never gets hurt!” Nendou boasted, finally looking down at the small child that was staring at him in abject fascination. “Huh? Who’s this?”

new fanfic just posted

Joe Biden/Donald Trump

2024 US election

I'm lowkey freaking out where is my goddamn cupcake recipe

It was on Sally's Baking addiction and now it's goooooone and it was the only one that didn't make you use fancy stuff like oil or expresso ;-;