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🚨CALL FOR HUMANITY DO NOT IGNORE YOU CAN SAVE A CHILD'S LIFE‼️
I have lost more than 30 members of my family.I don't want to lose anyone else .All I have left is Lolo, the only survivor. I do not know what her future will be like without her father and her life as an orphan. Please, any amount will save the rest of my family.Please help my family survive these massacres & this war.The crossing will open at any moment.I have to register my family to travel. There's not much time
@appsa @buttercuparry @baby-girl-aaron-dessner @sayruq @megalo-station
Urgent Relief ... 🚨
Please listen to me and help my family 🙏💔
Im Mohammed Alhabil from Gaza , I am a father of three young children "Ahmed , Osama , Mira ", My wife and I are trying as much as possible to save what remains of our children’s childhood.
We lost our home, all our dreams and memories were destroyed, and everything we built over the past years was lost. We have become without shelter or a place to live or live in. 😞💔
PLEASE HELP AND STAND BY US
We were displaced from Gaza to Rafah at the beginning of the war, and we survived the genocide that occurred, We somewhat found some peace there as it was a safe area, but unfortunately, after Rafah was attacked, we left under bombing, destruction, and gunfire.
My children and I saw death, and we were displaced again. To Nuseirat, as it is somewhat a safe area, but there is no safety after the attack on Nuseirat a month ago. We have lived an unforgettable experience of fear, death, and genocide, and now I wish that everything would end and that I and my young children would be saved from all of this. They have no fault in what is happening, so I created the link so that they can have a better life and escape this genocide that is stalking them and eliminating their childhood 💔💔
So please, I am speaking to the human inside you. Please help me and my children survive this war and do everything you can to help me through this 🙏🙏💔
Im vetted by @90-ghost , @el-shab-hussein
Please help us start a new life away from everything that is happening and live in peace with my innocent children ❤🍉
HELP SHAHED'S FUNDRAISER REACH $30K
Hey guys, shahed @shahednhall is a 20 year old from Gaza who has to raise $30k USD by next week to help evacuate her little sisters, if not herself and the rest of her family, so that she can start making arrangements in case rafah border opens up some time soon. Her father is a heart patient and her sisters are sick with severe hepatitis from the unclean water in gaza, so i cant emphasize enough how urgently they need to leave the area the second the opportunity presents itself.
Here are some raffles you can take part in and artists who have kindly opened up emergency commisions to help her raise funds in such a quick timeframe:
Check out @journalsforpalestine where @turian is raffling off 4 beautiful journals for Shahed. Each entry is only $5
Check out this raffle conducted by @thethief1996 and @quicksillver for digital art commissions. Each entry is $10
@feluka has opened up emergency commissions to help shahed for $15
So has @tortiefrancis for $10 and $15
Donate to shaheds fundraiser here:
This gfm has been verified and appears on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's list of vetted fundraisers so pls dont hesitate to donate!!
@brutaliakhoa @timetravellingkitty @omegaversereloaded @watermotif @meaganfoster @commissions4aid-international @northgazaupdates
An Oxfam report, entitled Water War Crimes, finds that Israel's deliberate reduction of water access in Gaza has put civilians at under a third of the recommended minimum
Israel's cutting of the external water supply, systematic destruction of water facilities and deliberate aid obstruction have reduced the amount of water avallable in Gaza by 94%, to 4.74 liters a day per person, says Oxtam. This information has to be coupled with the fact that 97% of Gaza's water was already considered undrinkable prior to the beginning of the war in October, meaning that much of the water that people do have access to is untreated and is causing a range of health problems, including a variety of diseases.
Source: Mintpress
DO NOT FORGET OR FORGIVE OR STOP SHARING OR TALKING
FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
Help My Two Daughters Escape From Gaza War
Hello everyone..
I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is my husband Waseem Mikki, my daughters Mira and Nadia, My mother Tahani Mikki, and my two brothers.
Here is our story - Ever since the morning of the 7th of October, none of our lives have been the same. Everything in our lives has been disrupted. The first night since the beginning of the war, our home got partially destroyed because of a very close Israeli strike.
Despite the damage, we stayed home for another two weeks until suddenly and without preparation, we were told to evacuate our homes and we’d be in danger. From this moment our endless journey of suffering and pain began.
Throughout this journey, we later Knew that our home of three floors where my family and my uncle-in-law family live. My uncle family of 5 members did not leave our home and it has got bombed directly and completely destroyed and all of them were martyred.
My father-in-law his heart could not bear all this pain and all this grief; so he got sick. He found himself living the darkest of realities and through the scarcity of medicine and lack of medical resources in the hospitals, he passed away.
My husband, Waseem, was very sad, and my daughters missed their grandfather, who used to play with them and bring them toys.
The situation was very difficult for my children, and my eldest daughter, Mira, kept crying and wanted to go and see her grandfather, and she did not realize that he had gone and would never return.
So we moved in with my husband, children, and I, full of great sadness, with my mother and two brothers, who are the only survivors of my family; They are all that I have left, and I hope that we will all escape with our lives outside of war and destruction, and that my children will survive. We do not want to lose them.
Our future has become unknown, our present is unbearable, unlivable by human standards. We’re stuck in a harsh reality each moment. We live in a constant state of sounds of explosions, bullets raining down on us, artillery shells, and warplanes dropping destructive missiles on us every day.
In addition to our ongoing suffering to this day: lack of resources, humanitarian aid, medicine, and food. We can barely find food for my girls, as they eat one meal during the day and spend the rest of the day crying.
This is my daughters enjoying a life before 7th October.
But now my princess Mira stay alone all the time remember her previous life, her school, her friends, our beautiful life, and all places we were visited with Mira and Nadia as a beautiful family and still cry I need my school, I need my friends, I need my toys.
This is the cry of a mother and father. We hope that our children will be given the opportunity to live in peace and security and have access to food and a safe life like the rest of the children of the world everywhere.
Now I am pregnant in the 4th month , and I don't know how I will get the baby, there is no hospitals , no pregnancy care , no food , no clean water, so I am worried about this pregnant with these circumstances.
Maybe this fundraising effort is like a beacon in the darkness, our sole source of hope that we hold onto tightly. I urge the world to listen to my plea and the sorrowful cries of my Gaza kin. We desperately require the helping hand that can dry our tears and lead us to safety.
Your contribution is more than just money; it's a chance to reconstruct life and illuminate a brighter future. Join us in shaping a tale of hope, as we rely on your support to begin afresh.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The objective of this fundraising drive is to secure the passage of my family, comprising my husband, two daughters, mother, two brothers, and myself, through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt. Presently, this journey necessitates £5000 per person. This campaign stands as our sole opportunity for survival, and I earnestly implore your aid during this pivotal juncture. Rest assured, I will furnish you with a detailed breakdown of the expenses, vowing transparency, and lucidity throughout.
Breakdown of Expenses
• Rafah/Egypt crossing: €5000 per person (a total of €25,000 for five adult family members)
€2,500 per child (a total of €5,000 for two children family members)
• Minimum living costs: €5000
Vetted by:
@90-ghost
@northgazaupdates
Thank you all for your kindness and support...
Hadeel Makki
They praised Cuties
They stayed silent on Weinstein for decades
They hung around with Epstein
They defended Polanski
They ignored Balenciaga
But they actively attack sound of freedom because the film based on a true story “supports dangerous conspiracies”
Hollywood is doing a real good fucking job at disproving the conspiracies
o, come, be buried / a second time within these arms
zoro x f!reader
word count: 3k
warnings: hurt/comfort, sex as a form of comfort, fingering, cuddlefucking, creampie, scent kink, oral (f!receiving), cum play, cum eating, violent imagery, bit of aftercare
DAILY CLICK FOR PALESTINE
Consider making a donation to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund
Masterpost of Vetted Fundraisers to aid families in Gaza and Sudan
there is a storm building inside you.
zoro can see it raging even as you keep your face turned from him. the room dark save for the moonlight that streams in through the open window, just bright enough to spot your outline curled up in bed, covers tucked up under your chin. lines of tension keep your back rigid and shoulders hunched, your breathing shaky and slow as you tell him to leave.
you’re vicious gales and crashing waves wrapped into one, devastating and beautiful.
“you don’t want to be around me right now,” you say, words muffled by your pillow.
“don’t tell me what i want,” he doesn't try to bite back the anger that laces itself through his tone. zoro has never censored himself from you before and he wasn't about to start now.
ire thrums hot in his veins, burning and boiling away beneath his skin. he has always given you every part of himself, heart served in his open, blood-stained palms, for better and most certainly for worse.
the thought of you holding yourself back from him, that there’s a part of you that he’s being denied, sets his teeth on edge. he'd been searching for you all day, prowling around the ship like a caged animal until finally found his way to where his search should have began, the tiny storage room that had become your shared quarters.
“you pissed at me?” he asks.
“no,” you say.
“want me to kill anyone?”
“no.”
it grates on him that there’s no enemy for you to sic him on, no bones to crack, no blood to spill. your pain deserves retribution and he is the blade that would carry it out, if only you would wield him, "then i'm staying."
"zoro, please. just go."
“who do you think you’re protecting by hiding yourself away?” he steps in closer, right to the edge of the bed but makes no move to touch you, “cause it’s not me and it sure as fuck isn’t you.”
you throw a dagger of a glare his way, so sharp it could make a man bleed before he even knew he’d been cut. he doesn’t care. a small price to pay for your gaze.
zoro is too loyal of a beast to flinch away the first time you flash your fangs at him.
you hold his gaze for a moment longer before turning back around to face the wall once more. in your silence, he resolves himself to sitting on the floor by your bedside until he can be of some fucking use to you. zoro would lick crumbs of affection out of the palm of your hand. if the closest you'll let him be to you right now is knelt on the ground, keeping vigil, then he'll take it. he's crouched halfway down when he hears you call for him.
“baby, get in.”
how you have enough sweetness in you to spare him a kind word even when you have none for yourself, he will never understand. zoro takes a moment to pull his swords free from where they hang on his hip, propping them up against the wall where they’ll still be in arm's reach before he pulls back the covers and settles in next to you.
you're cold to the touch despite having been buried under the blanket, dressed only in a simple shirt and underwear and zoro is quick to throw an arm around you and pull you in by your waist until you’re pressed flush against him, his other arm slipping under your head for you to rest on. he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathes you in and for a moment he can almost smell the scent of your hurt lingering on your skin, thick and bitter as blood.
there’s an urge, ever present and never sated, to dig his teeth into the side of your neck and bite down until iron coats his tongue, to taste you, know you, in a way no one else ever has or will. it’s an urge he can only hold at bay by pressing open mouth kisses to your throat and feeling your pulse flutter against his tongue.
you slowly start to melt in his arms, the tension you wore like ill-fitting armour stripping off you piece by piece with every kiss until you’re free from its hold, warm and light.
“better?” he asks, slipping his hand under your shirt and pressing his palm flat against your stomach just to feel it rise and fall, follows the rhythm of it and matches his breaths to yours. the reassurance that you're whole and safe is a cool balm to his worries.
“a little bit,” you whisper.
“but you need more,” it’s hardly a question that needs to be answered, not with the way you’ve started to shift in his hold.
“you don’t have to—”
“i do. i want to.”
and there’s more he could say, he knows there is. pretty poetry to comfort you, sweet nothings to soothe you. but what use would empty words be to you? they can’t hold you, can’t keep you warm, can’t wipe your tears.
zoro can. he will. for you, he’d do anything and everything. all and more.
the room settles into silence, his offer hanging in open air and ripe for your taking. you don't reach out for it, not yet, but zoro doesn't mind. he can wait.
“impatience is a swordsman’s undoing,” his master had once told him a lifetime ago when zoro’s palms were still soft enough to bleed and grief was a companion so new it still stepped on his heels as it dogged his footsteps.
of the two of you, patience has always been your strong suit rather than his. it was your patience that brought you together, when you stepped into his life with a hand outstretched and he met you the same way he met all good things that tried to enter his life, with a snarl and blood stained teeth.
zoro kept you at a careful distance with all the wariness of a distrustful stray, always watching but never getting close. it was you who slowly bridged the gap, gracing him with kindness and company he'd done nothing to earn but gorged himself on anyway.
it was only because of your patience that he knows the bliss of falling asleep and waking up with the warm weight of you in his arms. the least he could do is pay you back with what you've always freely given him. so zoro holds you close and waits.
and waits.
and smiles, sharp and proud, when you take his hand that still rests on your stomach and lower it until he’s cupping you between your legs, the heat of you searing his palm even through your panties.
your hips jerk when zoro doesn’t move, a soft whine catching in your throat when his other arm circles around your chest and holds you still against him, “zoro.”
“i've got you,” he says with a kiss behind your ear, toying with the waistband of your panties before sliding his hand inside.
he slides his middle finger down your slit, dipping his fingertips into the slick heat of your cunt to wet them before drifting back up to where you need him most. there’s no rush as zoro rubs neat, tight circles against your clit, slow and firm even as you buck and try to grind down on him.
he wants you to feel every moment of this, to savour it, to drown in pleasure so deep you never want to come up for air.
another kiss to your throat, one on your jaw and you finally melt back into him, legs spreading just enough for zoro reach lower and start to ease a thick finger inside you.
“there you go, baby, that’s it,” he says, “let me in.”
you swallow him down to his knuckle, trembling in his arms when zoro slips in a second finger and crooks them to rub against the spot that never fails to pull the prettiest sounds out of you.
he shifts, trying to move lower between your legs without pulling his fingers out so he can taste where you’re wet and aching for him but you stop him by threading your fingers through his short strands, keeping him in place.
“what?” he asks, “you don’t want my mouth?”
“no, not— not right now. just stay close. keep holding me. please,” he hates how small you sound.
“i’m here. i’m right here. fucking kills me knowing you were in here hurting by yourself."
"i'm sorry.”
"don’t,” the anger he felt when you tried to send him away rears up once more. an apology is the last thing he wants to hear from you right now, “just find me next time. doesn't matter when or where. you find me. got it?"
“yeah, i got it,” you start rocking back into him, soft ass grinding against his clothed cock, “zoro.”
“i know. i know you want it, baby, but i gotta stretch you out first. can’t fit when you’re this fucking tight.”
your answer is lost in a moan as he eases in a third finger, thumb pressing against your clit. the angle isn’t kind on his wrist but zoro keeps his pace steady, spreading and curling his fingers until you’re soaked and soft and ready for him. he pulls his hand out of your panties, kissing your nape when you whine from the loss before he licks the taste of you off his fingers.
“i'm not going anywhere,” he says, "keep your eyes on me."
zoro waits until you turn in his arms and he has your gaze before he gets out of bed and undresses, leaving his clothes in a pile next to his blades. you sit up to tug your panties down and kick them off, your shirt following soon after.
you’re bare and soft and holding out a hand for him to take. zoro laces his fingers through yours and joins you once more, stripped of his swords, his clothes, and his restraint.
you don't crash into each other so much as you collide into a bruise of a kiss. it aches more than it soothes but the shared pain of it only has him pressing closer to you, your soft tits pressed to his chest, legs intertwined and weeping cock trapped between your stomachs.
he reaches up to cup your cheeks and breaks the kiss to pull back just far enough to take in the sight of you, all swollen lips and glassy eyes. it takes a heartbeat longer than it should for you to focus on him. the storm is still raging inside you but zoro refuses to lose you to it. he stands firm against the buffeting winds that threaten to rip you away from him and swipes his thumbs over your cheekbones.
“still with me?” he asks.
you turn into his touch and kiss the rough centre of his palm, “‘m here.”
"then take what you need, baby."
you slide a hand between your bodies, taking his cock into your hand and guiding his tip to your entrance. even with all the prep, it takes some time to sink inside you, time you spend peppering kisses across his face. he bears them as he bears the scars that litter his body. with pride. with honour.
zoro bottoms out with a low groan, grabbing you under your knee and hooking your leg over his hip to slip in that much deeper. every sense is flooded with you. the wet heat of you wrapped around his cock, the heady scent of your sweat and need swimming around his head, soft skin beneath his palms.
entangled and weaved together like this, heart and breath as one, zoro is drawn into the eye of your storm.
your pleasure is his, your pain his own.
still, clear waters surround you both as he waits for you to adjust. with how closely he watches you, he knows you’re ready even before you wrap both arms around him and start to roll your hips.
he keeps one hand under your knee, the other sliding down your back to rest on your ass, and uses his grip on you to pull you into a slow, dirty grind.
“oh fuck,” you moan as the two of you find your rhythm together. zoro barely pulls out, keeping himself buried to the hilt inside you. you jerk back as he rolls his hips just enough to grind your clit up against his pelvis, his firm hold on you the only thing keeping you pinned in place.
“easy now. don’t run from me.”
time slows to a crawl, every moment yawning and stretching into the next, slow and sweet as honey. you tip forward, closing what little space there still was between you to pull him into a kiss that has all the intimacy of a hard-fought spar, of learning to move together, of missteps and growing pains, of getting the wind knocked out of him only to be pulled right back on his feet.
you’re close, all worked up and sensitive from his fingers, cunt fluttering and clenching down around him as you near your high. zoro chases your pleasure down, a starving mutt set loose upon a feast. he uses the little leverage he has to wrestle you on to your back and fuck into you with short, heavy thrusts.
“c'mon, baby, that's it,” he says, bent low to brush his lips against your ear, “let go.”
he reaches down between you, thumb pressing firm against your swollen clit and you’re gone, swept out to sea as your high crashes down over you in waves. zoro hardly feels his own orgasm rip through him, too caught up in watching you shake apart and be remade in his arms.
all is still as you pant and come back into yourself. your hand slips back into his and squeezes once. he’s not sure whether you’re trying to reassure yourself that he’s still here or that you are but he squeezes back all the same.
“can i eat you out now?”
and for the first time since he stepped into the room, a smile breaks over your face, bright as the dawn sun breaking through an overcast sky. you pull out of his hold, his soft cock sliding out, and settle on your back, legs falling open, “go for it.”
zoro eases himself down between your legs, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, never letting your hand slip free from his. he takes stock of your fresh fucked cunt, clit puffy and hole clenching around nothing, dripping with him. the scent of you, of the two of you, is thickest here, heavy in his nose, and zoro breathes you in with deep, greedy lungfuls, spent cock twitching against his thigh.
he dives in, catching what leaks out of you on his tongue before pulling back and dribbling the mess of cum and spit all over your pussy.
“nasty,” you say and zoro wants to kiss the curl that sits pretty on the corner of your lips. he settles for kissing your clit instead.
“you like it.”
“i like you.”
you wield your honesty with all the ease and carnage zoro wields his swords, sliding it between his ribs and piercing his heart clean through. the pain is lost as he’s distracted by the light pouring in as the moon rises higher into the night sky.
or maybe it’s your eyes that take the pain away because it’s only through them that he notices how bright the moon’s light shines tonight.
zoro devours you, gaze fixed to yours, one hand still holding yours while the other arm keeps your hips pinned to the bed. he takes his time cleaning you up, lapping at your folds until only the taste of you remains. it’s only then that he sucks your clit into his mouth, slipping two fingers inside you to give you something to clench down on.
you are a vision in your bliss, one he has no right to bear witness to. a lifetime of blood and blades and butchery shouldn't be rewarded with the softness of you in his hand and on his tongue. it's not right.
but as you take hold of his hair to keep his mouth pressed flush against your cunt, zoro finds he couldn't give less of a shit if it's right. all that matters is if he does right by you. there's an oath in every broad stroke of his tongue, a vow in every kiss to your clit, to take care of you in all the ways you need, in all the way he knows how.
today and for all days.
your orgasm is a gentle thing that washes over you and steals your breath for a moment, smaller than the first but leaves you just as ruined.
zoro takes his rightful place by your side once more, gathering you up in his arms and running his knuckles up and down your spine.
"thank you," you press a kiss to his cheek, just below where his scar ends. he accepts the kiss but not the gratitude that comes with it.
a hound needs no thanks for fulfilling its nature.
later, he will carry you off to the baths, let you pop open bottles for him to smell that make his nose itch but that make you beam, wash your back, and wait with the patience you’ve taught him for you to share what’s trapped inside your head.
he may not understand, may not have the comfort of words to give you, but he will listen. and he will stay.
but that is for later.
for now, zoro holds you to his chest and watches over you, moonlight and peace washing over you as you catch your breath.
dedicated to: mah wife @katslutski and loml @saotoru
A new fundraiser has just been started to help a Sudanese health clinic.
As the rainy season starts, there's an increased risk from diseases like cholera and malaria. This clinic will be the only available health resource for 60,000 households.
The people behind it are very trustworthy, they've already been setting up gofundmes for food and healthcare in other places in Sudan.
I've tried to kick things off and I hope those that can't donate will help boost.
Edit: link to the actual gofundme, d'oh!
YOUSSEF NEED TREATMENT
YOUSSEF NEED LIFE
YOUSSEF NEED HELP
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A woman in a burnt displacement camp in Rafah delivers a heart-wrenching appealafter occupation forces bombed innocent civilians sheltering there. She desperately questions the absence of support from Arab and Muslim countries, naming Saudi Arabia, Jordan, and Egypt, and decries the world's inaction. She mentions that the recent attack killed and injured scores of innocent people from all ages and genders.
امرأة في مخيم نزوح محترق في رفح توجه نداءً مؤلمًا بعد أن قصفت قوات الاحتلال المدنيين الأبرياء الذين كانوا يحتمون هناك. تتساءل بمرارة عن غياب الدعم من الدول العربية والإسلامية، مسمية السعودية، الأردن، ومصر، وتستنكر صمت العالم وعدم تحركه. تذكر أن الهجوم الأخير أسفر عن مقتل وإصابة العشرات من الأبرياء من جميع الأعمار.
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A PALESTINIAN FAMILY NEEDS OUR HELP!!!
Hi guys, I want to use my account to spread the word about a lovely Palestinan woman who is trapped in Gaza and needs our donations to help get herself and her family out to safety. As we are already aware, Israel has begun the ground invasion of Rafah and we need to desperately work towards getting these innocent Gazan civilians out of Gaza.
Dana reached out to me via TikTok to spread the message to help her and her family evacuate. This is her brothers fundraiser they need to reach €40,000 to evacuate the entire family, currently they only have €1,200 so we desperately need to share the message and get more people donating.
Even the price of a coffee will help them out, if you cannot donate please try to share this, make a post on whatever accounts you have, make some noise and help the people of Gaza be free from all atrocity’s.
Speak up, speakers up
• “La liberté guidant le peuple” by Eugène Delacroix
and
• “13th attempt to break the Gaza blockade by sea”. Photo by Mustafa Hassouna (Andalou Agency for Getty)
idk man but the idea of cuddling with your partner under a soft blanket on a cold day and having them asleep in your arms while you're quietly playing video games or something just sounds really nice
Being a man is not easy
⬇️(See whole thread)⬇️
Career problems -
Bachpan se hi Hume sikhaya Jaata hai Ki ghar Ka Saara Bojh Tumhare Kandho par hai, Isiliye padhai pr Dhyaan diya Karo varna Kamaoge kaise...
Relationship problems -
We boys are sensitive too, we get hurt too if someone cheats, Whenever someone cheats us, Hum khud me kamiya dhundhne lagte hai Ki Mujhi me koi Kami hogi Isiliye usne chodh Diya
And secondly ladkiyo ka hua toh breakup, Humara ho toh ch*tiya katna
Emotional problems -
We boys are not allowed to express our feelings in front of someone, Jo Kuch bhi Ho Khud sehen karo, Ladke ho Tum
We're not even allowed to cry,
"Abee kya ladkiyo ki tarah Ro raha hai, ladkiya Roti hai aise, Ladke nahi"
Society problems -
Agar ladki ho toh she's brown, chubby, Minnie, zero figure But Agar Ladka Ho toh he's Kaluua, Mota, Chotu, Patli Haddi etc etc, Sadly but we boys face this too And lastly because of some people we all men are targeted,
Like there are men who are kind, humble towards girls, but society me kisi bhi matter pr humesha ladke ki hi galti dhundhi Jaati hai, Not everytime but mostly.
But still we men are used to face all this problems and keep a happy fake smile on our face.
All I want to say is,
BEING A MAN IS NOT EASY TOO..!!!
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune
does throwing a stone at a tank
make a child a terrorist?
is terrorism about resisting oppression? is terrorism about demanding your birthright to live safely and peacefully in your homeland? is terrorism about hating the killers of your family, your friends and your people?
accusations of terrorism are often weaponized against those fighting for liberation and sovereignty and dignity. the french settlers called the algerians terrorists. the indian government calls the kashmiris terrorists. the pakistani army calls pashtun activists terrorists. the turkish government calls the kurds terrorists. apartheid south africa called nelson mandela a terrorist. americans called the vietcong and the black panthers terrorists. the israelis call the palestinians terrorists. all oppressive regimes are connected. all oppressed people are connected. injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
It's been 55 days and 75 years
i'm seeing people losing hope for palestine i'm begging you seriously please don't. the death toll is high but there are still people alive, there are still journalists risking everything to make sure the world sees what is happening. please continue protesting if you have the option to, keep demanding for a ceasefire and keep talking about palestinians both alive and dead. you have to keep going until the very end or else you really did fail them.
She took her last breath! 💔💔
If you’re not seeing the patterns, the history, the decades of oppression and the endless heartbreak, then it is because you are choosing not to.
Please repost!
Palestine, Sudan, Congo, many more. All are war crimes and acts against humanity.
Israel just murdered another journalist's, Muhamoud Abu-Hasira's, whole family including his wife and children as punishment for showing what they're doing
The total number of journalists targeted and murdered is approaching 40 at this time (11/5/2023). If you count the total number of journalists or their families that have been murdered it's approaching 100. Multiple journalists have had their whole families wiped out and are still reporting and working to expose the genocide.
Keep talking, keep posting their work. They've been forced to sacrifice everything for every scrap of information hat makes it out of Palestine
Felt that it’s important to share videos like this too.