This information and the Know Your Rights training pisses off First Felon.
Kindly share WIDELY and let's keep on pissin' this asshole off.
I'm sorry but it's way too sketchy to have to "sign up" for a protest. There's no reason you should have to give anyone your full name, email, phone number, and/or address in order to march in the streets. People are getting arrested left and right because cops have access to information that connects people to the protests they were at. If an organization is having people "sign up to join the fight," all the cops need to do is access that list.
Just go. Don't leave a fucking paper trail.
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‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸I am
ahmad from Gaza. I am 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. 🇵🇸💔💔
We try to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it's not just hunger, disease and fear; Rather, it means actual death.
With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everything—the home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
Now, our days and nights are consumed by hardship. The icy wind pierces through the thin fabric of our tent, leaving us shivering, with no escape from the freezing temperatures. Food is scarce, clean water is hard to find, and the most basic necessities have become luxuries beyond our reach. Every day, we struggle—not just to live, but to preserve the dignity that war tries to strip away.
Amid this suffering, a new life was brought into the world—my brother’s daughter, an innocent soul who took her first breath in a tent instead of a warm home, her tiny body wrapped in whatever scraps of fabric we could find. She was born not into joy, but into loss, into hunger, into the unforgiving reality of war. And as we watch her, so fragile and pure, our hearts break knowing that we cannot give her the comfort and security she deserves and we cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for her😭😭😭😭💔💔💔
I do not ask for much—just a little help to keep us going through these unimaginable times. A warm blanket to protect us from the cold, food to fill our empty stomachs, or even simply sharing our story so that others may hear our cries for help. Every small act of kindness can make a difference. 💔🍉🇵🇸😭
Your generosity has the power to bring warmth to our freezing nights, hope to our despair, and life to those struggling to survive. May the kindness you extend be returned to you a hundredfold.
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It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city ⚚
Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.
It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family, but in these circumstances, your support alone has been and remains a lifeline for us. We still need you. The famine has intensified, and we're struggling to get even an empty loaf of bread. The displacement conditions have become more difficult than ever because we've returned to square one after the truce was violated. I hope you will not leave us alone, spread our voices to the world, please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you
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Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
Judy, a child from Gaza, has four siblings and her father Sami, a notary who works hard to support his family. But with the war, he cannot work, and he has to instead relocate himself and his family over and over to try and stay safe, enduring heat, cold, freezing rain and avoiding the occupations bombing in only the shelter of tents when they have it. And because no aid has entered Gaza in so long, food can be even harder to find, and more expensive than ever. Sami relies on donations from people like us to do what he can for his family, his children, and keep them fed. Our dollars are powerful as currency and can help Sami get these essentials and stay safe. Even if you only have a few to spare, the help adds up when many can give it. Sami, Judy, and the rest of their family thank you.
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While standing in line trying to get some food in the southern Gaza Strip, he yelled at the journalist Fakri Ibrahim, saying: 'Send this picture to Israel and the world.'
Have you ever thought about what it means to be trapped in death without any fault of your own?
We live day by day in a world that completely ignores us.
Every minute that passes while you can act, we are waiting.
In our silence, we are drowning... in our pain, we are dying.
Yet we scream: is there anyone to answer? Can you hear us?
We are not asking for luxury, nor for false hope.
All we need is a chance to live.
But there is no life for us.
Have you ever felt that if you truly saw our pain, your conscience would break?
Have you thought about how many lives are fading now because the world doesn’t care?
We are between life and death, waiting for you... will you be late?
Every minute that passes while we wait could be our end.
How would you feel if you knew that you might be the reason a family survives?
You are not just a spectator, you are responsible.
Your donation is not charity.
It’s a decision between life... or death.
If you can’t silence the pain with words, let your actions be our hope.
Your silence now is a partnership in our death.
Don’t let regret haunt you after it’s too late.
Don’t let us die alone. Be part of our lives.
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I’ve been absent for days — we were suddenly evacuated after the surgical ward at our hospital was targeted. That night was hell.
I came back hoping for a bit of hope… but seeing the donations drop broke me more than I expected.
To the world: Do you think we’re lying? Is the BBC lying?
We’re being killed — in streets, in tents, even in hospitals.
We are human. Educated. We had jobs, dreams. Now we’re just trying to keep our families alive.
Please, share this. Help us be heard. Donate. Share. Speak up. Maybe it will reach a heart that cares.
I have nothing to give. all I can do is reblog. I want to help. And this is the only way I can.
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