Quite an unbelievable story for a boy. Every word is true. I followed Diyaa for months before he lost his arms. I saw the moment he arrived at the hospital with no arms. I followed him to America where he now has one new arm. Left in Gaza his mother with cancer & his family ♥️
This is a poem by a brave 13-year-old named Jay who has Long COVID:
I play games with my friends,
Kick footballs and score
But until I am fine, it is all online.
Energy to jump and run
Climb and swim
But until I am fine, it is all online.
Awake for short bursts of time
Can chat and join in
But until I am fine, it is all online
It's from Long Covid Kingdom: Small Voices, Big Creations, a book made up entirely by stories, poems, and art from children with Long COVID. #LongCovidAwarenessDay
As I watch the horrors of that time fade, and governments rewrite history in favour of those who were cruel and selfish while dismantling the systems that kept innocents safe, I’m seeing less and less benefit of the doubt.
mask blocs are run almost entirely by disabled people and have been the forefront of community response to multiple disasters. disabled people are prepared to respond to state failures bc of our anti-disease politic, not in spite of it. but we're the counterrevolutionaries?
This is literally the most infuriating and mentally devastating aspect of the current status quo — unabated illness and self-destructive denial resulting in your loved ones prematurely dying one after the other.
theres a split reality, one where theres just millions of people suffering begging for help or begging for mitigations bc its destroying their lives & the other where people don’t give a single fuck, deny everything, and at worst are outright aggressive about it. it’s maddening
Kit Connor wasn’t even born when the war in Iraq started… it’s just so horrifying to see so many of these young actors in a War Propaganda film where we know the America/The West were in the wrong… kinda like we don’t want to see WW2 films from the Nazi perspective…
Artist Rachel Kenaston shared an email saying UnitedHealth Group filed a DMCA claim to stop her from selling a merchandise with HER artwork of Luigi Mangione. There was no United logo on the design, just Luigi.
How does that infringe on UnitedHealth IP or copyright at all?
Yet ppl on this app will treat you like you’re a conspiracy theorist getting your information from the darkest corners of YouTube when you simply repeat what the World Health Organization has repeatedly told us instead of what Joe Biden says
I saw a 14-year-old boy holding a bundle of worn-out clothes, trying to sell them to buy food for his family. I stopped him and asked about the price of one of the clothes. He looked at me with eyes full of exhaustion and sorrow and said, “Take all these clothes, just make sure my family has lunch. I don’t want anything, I just want to see my mother and siblings eat.
A lump formed in my throat, and I gently asked him, “Where is your father?” His voice dropped as he replied, “He was executed at Al-Shifa Hospital in Gaza. They took him in front of my eyes, saying he was guilty, but all he was doing was trying to get medicine for my little brother.
I froze, unable to respond. I tried to ask more, but he continued speaking as if the words were spilling out of his broken heart: “Since that day, I’ve been responsible for my family. My mother can’t get up from her grief, and my little sister cries all night because she’s hungry. I have nothing else to sell except these old clothes.
I looked at his small hands holding the clothes with determination, even though they trembled from the cold and hunger. I said to him, “Don’t worry, I will help you.” But he quickly replied, “I don’t want charity; I just want my siblings to live one day without hunger.
I gave him what money I had without waiting for him to say anything and took his current address and his mother’s phone number. I promised myself to help them with whatever I could in the coming days.
He looked at me with eyes brimming with tears but did not cry, as if he had grown used to hiding his weakness to stay strong for his family.
I watched him walk away, his small steps carrying a burden far heavier than his years. And I stood there wondering: how many children like him wander the streets of Gaza, carrying shattered dreams and hearts weighed down by sorrow?
they’re harassing the parent of a dead child for telling the story of trying to get their kid to be able to see a movie while all these people spread viruses. Evil.