Tomorrow is my birthday.
I never thought I’d be making a post like this, but life has a way of humbling you.
I’ve been without full time employment for almost two years now. I’ve picked up consulting work, teaching, and whatever opportunities come my way, but lately keeping up with bills has become a real struggle.
If anyone would like to help me get through this rough patch as a birthday gift, I’d be genuinely grateful.
Account Number: 7703516259001
If you’re unable to help financially, sharing this post is appreciated too.
Thank you.
If your marriage relies on your wife shutting up and serving you like a maid, you don't want a wife, you want an employee. Grow up and learn how to actually communicate instead of hiding behind a dusty, pathetic 1950s fantasy
⚠️للأسف صرّحت منظمة الصحة أنه لم يتم العثور على قوارض أو فئران داخل السفينة، مما يعزز فرضية أن العدوى انتقلت بشريًا بين الركاب و أدت لوفاة ٣ منهم
🟨هذا الشي يعني ان الفايروس يحمل سلالة هانتا الانديز..وهي أخطر انواع الهانتا لأنها الوحيدة الّي تنقل العدوى بين البشر
🟨التحقيقات لاتزال جارية حول مصدر الفيروس الأول..لكن يُعتقد أنه أحد الركاب لقطه من احدى محطات السفينة من الأرجنتين غالبًا -لأنه الفيروس سبق وتفشى فيها- ثم نقل العدوى لباقي الركاب
🟨تمّ إجلاء بعض المصابين من السفينة ويتم الآن فحص المخالطين وكل من كان له علاقة بالسفينة
⚠️بعض الركاب نزلوا من السفينة وسافروا دولهم قبل اكتشاف الأمر ..
ويجري التحقق من وضعهم الان
🟨في هالمرحلة لو ثبت وحُسم أنه ينتقل بشريًا.. فنرجو انه يكون فعلًا فيروس الانديز وليس متحوّر يصعب اكتشافه ..
لأن الانديز رغم انه خطير جدًا، لكن سبق وانتشر بالأرجنتين عام 2020 والتعامل معه مو جديد
لا تقلقوا حتى الآن لا يُرجّح انها تكون جائحة ومنظمة الصحة تقول ان الخطر محدود
حمانا الله وإياكم
I had a massive reality check last night about how Instagram is actively destroying long-term relationships by convincing us that love is supposed to be a 24/7 "soft life" aesthetic.
It was late, the apartment was stifling, and the power had randomly tripped. I was lying in the dark, scrolling through IG, watching a reel of some influencer getting surprised with a Cartier bracelet and a baecation. The caption was: “Never settle for less.”
Honestly, I let the internet poison my mind for a second. That familiar, creeping panic started settling in. I started wondering if my own relationship had lost the "spark" because we hadn’t done any grand romantic gestures lately. We were basically just splitting the crushing weight of adulthood.
Then I looked over at my man. There was no curated aesthetic. No cinematic background music. He was completely exhausted from his own day, but there he was, sitting on the bare floor in the dark, using his phone flashlight to help me count and sort out my ID Vogue orders so my morning deliveries wouldn't be delayed.
The entire Instagram illusion just shattered for me.
Social media has gaslit us into believing that if a relationship isn’t actively triggering your anxiety with constant highs and butterflies, it’s "dead." We mistake peace for boredom. We want a burning fire, completely forgetting that fires eventually burn the house down.
The harsh truth? Most long-term relationships aren't held together by overwhelming passion. They are held together by a VOW to look at each other in the middle of a brutal economy and say, "I am not going to let you drown today."
The internet will call that "settling." But the internet doesn't know a damn thing about what it actually takes to keep the water out and the house warm when things get dark. Stop letting a 60-second PR campaign ruin your real life.
Interesting how wars are named after the country attacked: Vietnam War, Iraq War, Afghanistan War, Iran War... That's because if they were named after the attacker, it would be too confusing, since 80% of conflicts would be called the US war.