🚨 A Distress Call From Gaza 🚨

Hello dear..🙏🙏🇵🇸

Here is the link to my new campaign for the third time after my campaign was deleted and my money was stolen and I did not take anything for my children. I hope you are well and help me with an urgent donation for my children. We need food, drink and shelter such as tents, tarpaulins and treatment.😢

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Save Sahar's Children

I have created this campaign on behalf of my good friend Sahar, a Gazan woman who needs help saving her children. Below are her words:

hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.

unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.

this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!

if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.

anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.

(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)

UPDATED please don’t scroll! Help Johj save his legs!!

(i had to remake this post because johj needed to update his paypal!)

My friend Johj Onlang (@onlang) has been really suffering from his squamous cell carcinoma, a type of cancer that has made him unable to use his legs, and soon, he fears he’ll lose them all together. The surgery he needs keeps being put off both because of money and because of hospitals flooded with COVID-19 patients. He’s losing hope.

He just wants to be able to live, and to be able to get treatment. And we can help him with that!! If you can share this post, or have a couple spare bucks, it means the WORLD. He’s trying to save up approx $7500 to get his surgery!

Here is his go/fundme run by @thealluringsink​​

Here is his paypal: paypal.me/itsmejhoj

And if you need to use cas/happ or ve/nmo, mine is savegodprovides ! Let me know you sent it for him, and I’ll make sure he gets it!! Thank you so much for your kindness and how much you all always care!! Also as usual, I’m tagging tags where there are kind people, but I can remove the tags if someone asks!

maybe it's enough.

Round does the wind blow

Through the thick forest brush

Through the iron and glass

Through the marsh and the damp

Through open expanse of blue

And through the body, of you, and of me.

This poem will not talk

About the silent pillow and sock

As slumber does not wait to tumble

Into indecipherable dreams and terrors

As fantasy blurs with what is real

And what is want,

What you need however,

Is not a taunt

Because the wind will speak

It will whisper, and howl

It will never be silenced

But not all the crowd

Will be able to hear it's pained speak

As the closed will become deaf

And the open become blind

Because the closed will not let the wind in,

And the open will not see the wind, or feel the wind, who it is, and who the cries of help belong to,

No empathy, much less sympathy, for the voices that go with the wind.

And so nature weeps in the drizzle

Screams in the thunder

And remains silent on gloomier days,

The days that feel silent and sad, are the days with no rain.

The wind was not heard, seen, nor felt,

And so it's secrets and it's voices

It's pains and it's emotions

It's sufferings and it's triumphs

Remain only in the unknown

The wind sung but was never heard.

Paradise/Cityscape

All that is passed,

And all that is due

Wander in fields of flowers,

One big tree in the midst of the pasture

Lowly hanging golden fruits,

Knowledge bestowed with every bitten

Sweet at first bite, bitter as an afterthought,

I pace beneath it's sturdy branches and it's

swaying, shining leaves.

This is what paradise would feel,

But I am not dead.

I am dead to the world, the world was dead to me

This fantasy is speaking to me,

with no sound,

Regardless, I am always astonished,

the pretty view of Paradise.

Alas, Paradise never lasts,

The curtain opens

and I lay under sheets,

Formality reeks in this room, of something man-made and broken and repaired, and put back together again,

and beyond my window

Is turgid, overwhelming, and polluted,

Cityscape.

Guilt did not stay underground (sometimes I wish I did)

Knock me down between the eyes,

Eyes of man that crust with gunpowder and long gone cigarette smoke,

Knock me down,

I deserve it,

Little brother o' mine

Let me earn it.

Knock on the door,

Over lily of valleys,

Hung over the frame

Of what once was two,

three against the world,

And you used to mean the world to me,

I don't think that's ever changed,

Second son o' mine, brother o' mine,

Let me go, I'd die a second time

Let me go,

I need to go.

You don't need to earn an apology from me,

Just that you are asking for an apology,

From a coward, that is me,

I need you to stay,

(I want you to go away)

Just like the old days,

(I've come back to my old ways)

With you by my side,

and I by yours,

'You need to let them heal without you'

So I will let you heal without me,

I'd die a second time to make everyone happy,

Except I'd die only in others eyes,

I'd be a wandering man, a breathing ghost,

A husk of flesh and bone

and once long ago flags and never-sung-again songs,

If I am the problem,

then I will remove myself from the equation,

Give you a quick solution,

I've returned to my roots,

my roots underground,

Brother o' mine, would you wish to come around?

urgent / A chance to save a life at a critical moment

Please share and reblog to save my family 🙏🌹

🆘/To Alaa and my family in Gaza

All thanks and gratitude for your humanitarian stances with us and your help in this critical and difficult time

15 months of displacement and famine have increased our suffering and difficulties incredibly.

I used all the words of sadness and sorrow to describe the situation we had reached, but these words were not enough.

We lost relatives and friends, my brother and father were injured, our house was destroyed, our car was burned, and everything was lost.

The scale of the suffering and tragedy is much greater than what you may have seen or witnessed on social media.

My dear friends

You can support my family either by donating or by sharing my campaign link with others so that the goal is reached as soon as possible.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help me so that I can help myself and my family, organized by Alaa Alser

Hello everyone Im Alaa Alseer from Gaza and im 20years old, i want to open … Alaa Alser needs your support for Help me so that I can help my

Please help us we are very tired and no one is looking at us

I hope everyone will donate and share my story.

What used to be golden and anew...

...burst into fading light, and followed the Moon.

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 want never 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)

Sweet Nothing

I stay in your cold embrace,

Arms right around me meant as a blanket, a home

But all it feels is like rope, tying my hands to my sides,

leaving aching skin and red

complaints behind,

And neither of us is happy,

I'm not happy so you're not happy

And you try to satiate me,

Pressing a face against me,

whispered sweet nothings mean nothing

To someone who is feeling numb,

To someone who lost love for who initiated this hug,

Sweet nothings are sweet,

But bite the tongue that eats and it bleeds,

Bitter iron spilling, you only wipe away the leak,

The corner of my lips betray me,

As I try on a smile like I would a new dress,

I don't like this one, it doesn't suit me

Live your lies like a little movie,

Love your regretted loathing like a drug,

I guess we'd just be both at fault here,

Both at fault yet no one stops,

The yelling becomes white noise

In this bleak and burdened union,

We're only wearing rusted rings, not diamonds but obsidian.

You kiss me goodnight, I say 'I love you' like one would say 'good riddance'

Your words candied words that I grind between my teeth,

Tearing to dust like a personal grudge,

And while I do that, in your arms I watch from afar,

you are mourning me like a lost love.

But I am still here, breathing and screaming

Too alive for someone who's discontent,

Too dead to be someone who once loved you,

We are both lonely, so no one wants to let go,

But what's the point of keeping company

If the other wants to let go?

And a friend once told me

Wise and weeping,

that sweet nothings mean nothing,

to someone who's fallen out of love.