⏰ 🚨 Attention Please🙏🚨

born to be chill, forced to be overthinking and anxious and overwhelmed and restless

🆘🚨Rafah, Northern Gaza… and now, Gaza City.

Since yesterday, multiple reports in Israeli newspapers have highlighted the Israeli army’s intention to enter Gaza City, following its destruction and control of Northern Gaza. These reports suggest this devastating plan could be formalized after Trump’s inauguration.

What’s heartbreaking is the silence—no international body, no media outlet, no human rights organization has addressed or condemned this looming catastrophe.

We are facing a terrifying scenario: over 300,000 people at risk of death or displacement, coupled with the systematic destruction of an entire city’s landmarks and infrastructure. How is this not a global emergency? Where are the real protests, the urgent international demands to end this cursed war?

Shouldn’t such horrors prompt mass resignations from civil institutions that have proven utterly powerless to make a meaningful difference?

What kind of world are we living in?

#SaveNorthGaza #GazaGenocide

Here are a few back to back. I will section them. These were written within the past 3 months. Pls be forgiving if there are errors. These were written in my notes app initially.

The Lamb

There was a blind lamb

That screamed and wailed for it's mother

For three days

For three nights

The lamb continued to wail with its eyes wide open

Scanning the endless night frantically

Unaware that it's calls were being answered by an empty, motionless field

Rather than who it needed

Monster in the Closet

I have always been afraid of the dark

I require a dimly lit, slowly overheating lamp to sleep

As late into the evening a monster stands in my doorway

It's back long and unending

Spikes stick out every angle of its head

It stands in semi-silence

Staring

I feel it's eyes upon me as I rest

In naught but a shirt

But my peripheral tells me that there is no monster

Just my mother, getting home from work

You Should Have Called Out

I made myself look pretty today

Just because you told me to

I did my hair, my makeup, ans a nice outfit

All before it was time to go

The only thing I hadn't done was greeted u when you arrived

Because you hadn't

Not yet at least

I sat on my bed with a wrinkle free comforter

But then it had been a while so I laid down

But when I woke up I was still alone and fully dressed

I couldn't smell my perfume anymore and my shirt was wrinkled

But I still waited

And fell asleep again, hungry

The Inability to Read Between the Lines

I'm sorry for whatever I have done to annoy you today

For talking to you too much

For speaking too loudly

For not being born a boy

I'm sorry mommy please don't yell at me

All I wanted was a hug

You won't look my way otherwise

So csn I have my hug?

How much more must I do before I am forgiven of the sins I've never been aware of?

How much longer must I wait on my knees for your judgment, mother?

What is so wrong with me that you csnt bear to even speak of it

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

Please donate 🗣‼️

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I hope you'll let me tell you a little bit about my home🇵🇸, Gaza🍉. It's a place where we're living through some very challenging times💔🥹. We're under attack from bombs, explosives, and warplanes, and we've had to endure many nights of sleeplessness. It's a difficult situation💔, but we're trying to stay positive🖤. This war has really taken a toll on us. It's destroyed our bodies, our lives, and our souls. It has been so sad to see our homes destroyed, our belongings taken from us, and our beautiful places ruined. It has also changed our situation for the worse. We were living a pretty good life, you know? Peaceful, loving, and full of life. But then, we found ourselves in a really tough spot. Hunger, fear, and terror have become our new normal. My kids and I, along with my extended family, are struggling to make ends meet. We don't have the basic necessities of life, and our living situation is pretty rough. We're in these old, falling-apart tents. It's so hard to know what to do when winter comes. We'll be soaked in the rain and wind, and I'll be at a loss as to how to keep my family safe, from the bombing and from the winter.🥹

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I'm really hoping you can help me and my family to live through this awful war.💔🥹🍉

🥹❤️‍🩹https://gofund.me/ed6e9cb6❤️‍🩹🥹

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i think a lot of liberals need to confront the fact that they don’t actually believe everyone should have basic human rights. a homeless person could call me every slur under the sun and i would still want them to have housing, food, etc. the belief that everyone is entitled to basic human rights should not hinge on whether you “like” someone or not. at that point the entire ideology crumbles.

I'm alive. Here's amyhn from tn.

Its abt me being sad or whatever. Spurred on by having a heart to heart w my roomie

My love life is like sitting in the windows of a coffee shop on Valentines Day. 

You watch the people walk by wearing splashes of pink and swinging their arms full of gifts and look with their eyes full of stars. And its a shitty coffee shop too. With thin windows so u can hear them giggle their love and the hushed murmurs of chatter. 

You csn feel their hearts race and their pupils expand and the thoughts of "this is my person" to the tune of a perfect pair by beebadoobee. And yet. Youre sitting in an ambiently lit coffee shop with a bitter iced latte that melted thirty minutes ago, but im-youre still sipping on bc y-i cant let it go. 

Its also like working retail on Christmas Day. The store is empty. The shelves are barren but im still there in uniform tending to what remains. Lovingly dusting the shelves and picking up barcodes from stolen items. Every once in a while someone will come in, flustered and red from the cold looking for one last thing. Hot chocolate. Ghiradelli. A stocking. And even though it was out of stock earlier when you looked to uplift your mood, the shelf has one left. And now its gone. 

Again.

Then you return home and the gifts are opened. Theres wrapping paper eveywhere and it smells like dinner. Everyone is glowing like a buttercup is hovering below their bodies. And im still dull, dim, and dark from the soul sucking flourescents. 

Then i see my gifts in the corner. They sit in a dark corner and once you put your stuff down you open them in uniform. And no one is paying attention anymore. You blew it. You missed it. The moment, I mean. 

The gasps and sounds of awe as you show off your treasures. The snickers at gag gifts. The sighs at sentimental ones. All eyes on you for the only time you want it. 

But instead. Its a little dark. And youre sweaty. And hungry. And the air isnt as sweet or welcoming. Its stale. Like a chip with the flavoring licked off and put back in the bag. But no one is looking anyways, so it doesnt matter. 

Its also like graduation, but no one is in the audience. Youre dressed up and pretty, but you know that no one you love is coming. For whatever reason that may be. And you walk across the stage anyway and for some reason you stay and wait like someone is coming for you while everyone around cheers with their loved one and you stand in the middle of it. 

In the mix but not a part of it. 

And after a while of standing around you get in your car and get shitty restaurant food. And have a few shitty drinks. Then a few more. Then more. Then a cigarette or two or three or four. Then you drive home, hoping youll get hit, and stumble into the home to see that everyone got done w their mandstory obligations early. And just didnt come. 

Thats what it feels like. Watching a tv show u love but can't understand even tho its in your language. Reaching ror your phone on the nightstand and its just out of reach. 

Wanting, waiting, watching, and not having.

Hello. Here is smthn written and posted on the same day. Tw: metaphorical violence and cannibalism. (I promise it's not that bad I swear) Please enjoy.

You know, i shoud really stop extending my hand to people. What do i mean? I mean extending it open palmed and vulnerable and stretching my muscles to their limits just to reach someone or have them reach for me.

It hurts. The stretch, I mean. Pulling my fingers apart, tearing the sinue in an attmept to reach someone who has barely moved their hand from the body at all.

Now stretching isnt all that bad. Keeps the body nimble, less resistant to change or sudden movement. The main reason i want to stop is because they cut a piece of my arm off each time I reach.

Not every time, but when the person doesnt reach back they keep a piece of me. As a trophy or to embarass me further I cant decide.

Currently im missing everything past my left elbow. But thats only bc the first person i reached to took my entire hand in one go. My right arm is missing everything a little before that point.

It hurts even more when i was expecting to leave that situation with the same amount of arm i began it with.

But no.

Instead these beautiful women take dull cleavers and aimlessly hack at my arm until the piece they want has fallen off. It takes a while for my nerves to decide they were tired of feeling that intense ache.

Ive gotten used to it. The first time it hurt. I squirmed and fought back and called for help but was disregarded. This woman had called herself my girlfriend, my wife, my love. For months ! And now here she was taking my hand.

But now, as i watch blood spurt out of my stump and land on my face and hear my bones cracking and tendons screaming as she takes her earnings. She took earnings for the girl she actually wanted too.

Whats left is my shoulder to above where my elbow was on both arms. It hurts, the wound hasnt cauterized and my nerves are remidning me of my loss.

My face is wet too. I think im crying. I havent done that since the first time. But, i will get over it. I always do.

The wound crusts over and falls away, revealing my new skin and shorter stump. The pain subsides but it returns for a body part i no longer have. Almost like my body misses it.

I learn to live without those things lost. I learn to eat, feed, read, dress, clean, please with my stumps. And im miserable. And awful. And anxiety ridden. Worrying about if someone will soon return and take whats left of me. What will they do once they reach my shoulder ? Keep cutting ? Dig inside the stump for pieces of flesh and organ from the source rather than bothering with my skin, a reminder that im human.

The only constant is that they or she or he will stuff their maws of my meat and savagley lick away the remnants of me with a hand over my mouth to not spoil the meal (or to hide from the reminder that im unwilling, displeased, and alive). Only to discard me with less than i began with. Which already wasnt much.

And yet. I always find myself reaching a short time later. Always needing something that seems to be forever out of reach.

Please help @alialhallag6

I am Ali, a 24_y-o from Gaza💔.

We were sleeping peacefully when suddenly the bombings shook everything around us, bringing back fear and terror. The war has returned, and there is no safe place for us. My family and children are struggling to survive, and hunger is consuming our bodies. I know asking for help is difficult, but I am helpless in front of my children's tears and their eyes begging for food. I’m sorry to trouble you, but you are my only hope after God. Any help, no matter how small, means life to us. My children send you their greetings, their eyes filled with hope. Please, do not leave us alone.💔

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ali-survive-and-evacuate-gaza

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