Hello, my name is jack and this is my first post.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. π
The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.
my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.
Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
So I started a fundraising campaign to save my son before he dies.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too π₯Ί .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
sketchbook
me listening to foreign music and not understanding a single word of it
there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.
phantom pain by Caitlin Conlon once again being held at gun point to post this- (thank you /ΜΈΝΜ ΜΜ ΜΏ ΜΜΏΜ ΝΜΜ @pumpkin-mines for your torture)