a list of the vetted fundraisers i got on my askbox, listed in alphabetical order
1990lela — gfm
abedallhferwana1 — gfm
abujaradfamilyfromgaz — gfm
ahmed-almeshal — gfm
aiamaher2 — gfm
ayo0osh — gfm
etafpalestine — gfm
fadoo-1992 — gfm
familyrantise2003 — gfm
hadeelali3 — gfm
haneenalbrqouni — gfm
hazem55 — gfm
kisirahaf — gfm
krispynutmaker — gfm
mahmoidjesy — gfm
mariaamismaeel1122 — gfm
marwanasla — gfm
mohammed-family — gfm
mohammedayyads-blog — gfm
msbfamily — gfm
noor-yashour — gfm
omarfamily2 — gfm
omarmohammed2018 — gfm
reallyoptimisticface — gfm
reem-reem-0 — gfm
rehabsh1 — chuffed
savehillesfamilly25 — gfm
savemohammedalkhaldi — chuffed
shareeffamily — gfm
siraj-s4 — gfm
swimmingblazenut — gfm
teenagebreadwitch — gfm
youseffamily3 — gfm
walafamily-94 — chuffed
wejdan21 — gfm
just because youre made of stardust & other gay shit doesnt mean that a bug isnt. be nice to a bug today
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
My friend Mahmoud Qassas keeps dealing with medical emergency after medical emergency. His wife is currently being screened for possible lung cancer, and the hospitals are extremely slow in Ghazzah due to the collapse of the medical system.
If you can help, please do.
dandelions deserve more respect than they get
you say “weeds” I say “widespread non-native edible plant and early-blooming pollinator resource that is not considered invasive because it behaves politely and does not cause deleterious ecological consequences”
*trying to solve a friend's problem* hmmm. well you could use me as a blade, perhaps? and slay your enemies? just a thought
but seriously i think learning about nature is Hard for many people, especially adults, because you have to rationalize the symbiotic experience youre having next to the contemptuous and abusive way we treat the land. I think USAmericans fear nature as a way of making sense of the fact that we're waging war against nature, with our lawns and our suburbs and our landscaping and our cosmetic use of pesticides.
There was a post on facebook my mom was showing me where someone found a salamander and was asking what it was. thankfully half the comments were like "that's a SALAMANDER they are SPECIAL and a BLESSING and you must PROTECT it"
but the other half were things like..."I don't know, but I think it's time to move" "Burn the house down" "Kill it with fire" "I would scream if i saw that"
this is why i have such specific preferences in horror fiction that nothing seems to really hit: for me, horror is not about bad things happening, horror is about fear. So occasionally I find these really satisfying stories that are about fear of the unknown thing and the experience of fear, but the unknown thing being harmless is generally seen as a "twist" rather than a perfectly sensible and satisfying outcome.
on the face of it: why would you be afraid of a tiny creature weighing only grams, whose body is so delicate and frail? it's heartbreaking, but it's not unexplainable. What kind of a childhood makes someone an adult who is totally unprepared to comprehend the idea of something both unexpected and good?
a bizarre universe to try and place myself in, where a salamander is more likely to be...what? a mutated fetus of a brain-sucking alien? rather than one among the thousands of gentle creatures that you can marvel at, forever, for free.
It's the same way with bugs: people argue with the simple fact that nearly all insects cannot harm you, and I think it's because it's so difficult to reconcile with how liberally and carelessly we use insecticides with proven harms to humans and pets, and how we treat and speak about these creatures in general. If that weird bug almost certainly would not have harmed you, that means you killed a living thing because you didn't understand it, and that's a troubling thought.
Empty markets, hungry stomachs, an unknown future, the threat of death, daily massacres... and every massacre and crime you can think of is happening now in Gaza.
My family miraculously survived the Israeli bombing that occurred a few hours ago. Although we are being subjected to a policy of starvation and slow death by being denied food for 17 consecutive days, the occupation will not be satisfied with that and has returned to killing us.
We were almost a victim of today's bombing and miraculously survived. Please talk about us.
If you want to donate, the link is here.
white people when there's My Brother My Brother and Me at the function: