It seems I am wishing on the farthest star
To achieve what I, alone have earned,
The destruction of what once was home,
seems like a faraway memory, instead of a tomb.
I miss the hunger-smells, and the deathless soil
lively and untouched by the tyrannical hand,
I should've known
that I was wishing on the farthest star
in this lonely night sky,
where family is torn apart at the seams,
and little stars burn out,
and big Suns explode.
I am the slow burning fuse planted 'neath the earth of my home
Ne'er did they find the core of the tick, tick, ticks of time burning,
For the final bow was inevitable,
and this home of ours was never meant to be,
I am this slow-burning fuse,
Forever, lay the scent of TNT.
...Now, the reminiscent stench of gunpowder,
Clings to my coat like an old friend,
that once stabbed me in the back some time ago,
I frown when this sweater of mine smells of cigarette smoke,
The last remaining memory from Before,
tainted with the poignant, lingering smell of who I have come to be,
I chose this path myself,
Please, do not follow me.
For me personally I love autumn I love the nice breeze and the leaves are always beautiful but unfortunately Palestinians cannot experience seasons with harsh winter coming up the water will be frozen there won't be any form of heat to stay warm during the winter rarely any food at all but
Genocide flattens every discussion. There are no new conversations to be had about the destruction, death and cruelty. After more than a year, there is nothing left to be said about various media houses, corporations and international bodies of law aiding and abetting all that has been happening in Gaza, either. It is the banality of evil, it is colonialism. However even in this atrociously banal circumstance, I do think what still is a continued point of hope for Gazans and what still pushes so many of them to reach out to the world, is the support people around the globe have shown and still continue to show. Which is why I am here on behalf of campaigns Palestine blogs ask me to share or donate.
PLEASE look at this fundraiser. ( @youseffamily)Yousef's baby is in critical condition and the doctors in Gaza are unable to help him due to the lack of proper medical care. His son is unable to breathe normally and Yousef's fundraiser is nearly dead in the water, with only €30,126 raised out of a $20,000 goal. If 100 people reading this donated $10, Yousef could raise $1000 in a day. If you are able to donate, if you can do anything to help, please do not delay. Yousef's son's life depends on it.
Shareef Alamoudi has twin children Husam and Ahmed, five months old, they came after four IVF. His wife and her came to Egypt in June to do IVF and his wife got pregnant and we got stuck in Egypt after the war, he was an employee in Gaza and his wife was a math teacher and now they have no income, the twins was born in April and one of them (Ahmed) has heart holes, needs custody, a lot of treatments and costs, and now he needs special milk and medication.
Urgent Appeal: Support Our Humanitarian Mission in Gaza [https://gofund.me/85d6cc93] vetted by gazavetters, and my verification number is (#209). €276/ €70k
@fayezjadallah
Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Family from War in Gaza [https://gofund.me/33d78314] £5 585/£25k
Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.
Urgent Help me meet my father and get out to safety [https://gofund.me/d4d8c6bc] €2,976/€20k vetted by 90-ghost and gazavetters (#113)
Mohammed Abuawad's baby is in critical condition and the doctors in Gaza are unable to help her due to the lack of proper medical care. The daughter suffers from kidney failure and autism and Mohammed Abuawad's fundraiser is nearly dead in the water, with only $822 raised out of a $20,000 goal. If 100 people reading this donated $10, Mohammed Abuawad could raise $1000 in a day. If you are able to donate, if you can do anything to help, please do not delay. Mohammed Abuawad's daughter's life depends on it.
PLEASE look at this fundraiser. ( @aliandhadeel-family7) Hadeel's baby is in critical condition and the doctors in Gaza are unable to help him due to the lack of proper medical care. Her son is unable to breathe normally and Yasser's fundraiser is nearly dead in the water, with only €105 raised out of a €70,000 goal. You can help this family getting out this nightmare safely if you share or donate $10/$5/$20 donations are protected but please share their campaign to get them verified and also donations
This campaign is vetted by association through @ayoosh-gaza (who is herself vetted by association through another vetted person here). Mariam, along with Huda (@huda-gaza) are Ayaa's sisters.
Help Nour and his family survive the war in Gaza [ https://gofund.me/003421a3 ] $33,039/$45,000 73% vetted by 90-ghost and association
Verified by emperorpalpatittay and a-shade-of-blue
@anasgaza12 Donate to allow my family to survive [https://gofund.me/f6e9cad8]
Vetted by gazavetters , their number verified on the list is ( #32 ) and various others
Oh I should've loved you sooner,
Sooner so I could have the sun in my arms,
From when I only knew the dark,
Sooner so I had a reason to smile,
When scowls and frowns and tears were my only solace,
I should've loved you sooner,
My days weren't as bright,
Because I never realized
I had the sun in my corner
You are the sunshine I so desperately
needed,
My rationality, when at times I couldn't keep my head
straight.
My brother, I love you so
But I really should have loved you sooner,
I really, really should have loved you sooner,
And some days, I scold myself, because back then
I told myself;
"Never look him in the eyes,
You've wronged him so, and he will cry"
Never would I have thought, my sunshine
That you would throw yourself at me
And weep in my arms, only to say
"You idiot, you pushed me away!"
And then, I only laughed
Not a joyful one, one full of realization
and irony,
As I wipe those tears away from the face of the
Sun,
And I tell him;
"I'm sorry, love"
I should've loved you sooner,
I should've loved you sooner,
I should've loved you sooner,
When my days were nothing but
grief and sorrow,
You had given me your heart to borrow,
And if I had broken it a million times
before,
Let me try repair it once more,
With the love you have yearned for,
The love I should've given you sooner.
(This poem is meant to be purely platonic and nothing else)
Me and two friends need to raise $5000 by Monday 02.24.2025 for a deposit and we are missing $600, I offer digital art commissions for very flexible price and sell my prints and other Fandom merch on my Etsy and Bigcartel but if you can only spare a few dollars please donate directly on cash app or PayPal at ailexxichan@gmail.com. Without it they will be unhoused indefinitely. I will keep everyone updated and thank you for sharing this post
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.
And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.
Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.
Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.
And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.
And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.
The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.
The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.
The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.
He was kind.
Where he would tire and submerge himself in mire
Where he almost rots,
You'd think it's something not to admire,
but apparently not,
he sinks in the marsh
and feeds himself to the land he loves so much,
with a smile on his face, white hair hidden under
blacks hats,
and no one bats an eye,
when he slips
no one sees
and when he sinks further into the earth,
no one sees
the soot eats he,
and when he is gone,
no funeral is held for the wayward son.
(And he was kind.)
My father has passed away from Covid-19 yesterday morning. As much as I want time to grieve him; me, my mother, and little brother are in urgent need of money. We had been funded by his SSA checks each month, & now have to contact SS of his death.
Because of this, we will have almost no funding until we are approved for Survivors Benefits. I am currently working but because my father died from Covid, I must remain in quarantine until I can continue. We urgently need to pay $1000 in rent & utilities by August 5th.
Luckily, once I return to work I can handle paying for the other misc. bills. Until then, we need funding however we can.
Ways you can help fund us:
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Thank you all who took time to read and help us in this time.
🚨 A Distress Call From Gaza 🚨
Hello dear, I hope you are well. I am Mumen from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸 I am asking for your help 🙏🙏 The situation here is catastrophic. We are displaced in a tent after losing everything 😔🥺 Please help me save the lives of my family and my little siblings who could not bear it anymore. Stand by them and donate. Every donation will give them hope to survive 🙏💔
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