If you're interested and able to contribute, any amount will be greatly appreciated by Nitehawk and his family, including almost one year old son Leo!
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“With arms wide open, I welcome spontaneity and unexpected decisions. I trust my intuition. I trust my gut. I trust my heart. I trust my body language. I trust my physical self.”
— Addison Rae to @WMag
The more I read about the Trump plan for Gaza the more it looks like a Native American reservation. Genocide with all its tools of clearance, famine, epidemics and now reservations for the survivors is so structural to western identity.
the liberal writer impulse to empathize with the least empathetic party in any situation has long ceased to be an exercise in compassion or humility, it is almost always a way for people to indulge in fantasies of being the most level-headed + benevolent person in the room
my sistersss gave baby solo a chance and I’ll nevaaa forgetttt it
gave some barss and melodiesss to these too, and still can’t believe it when I hear yall bump
B’Day for lifeee ♍️
virgo season what’s gooodd
“When I entered Gaza the Israeli military had a rule: I was only allowed to bring in three kilos of food. As I was weighing out protein bars, trying to get under the limit, I said to my husband: ‘How sinister is this?’ I’m a humanitarian aid worker. Why would there even be a limit on food? I’ve worked in many places with extreme hunger, but what’s so jarring in this context is how cruel it is, how deliberate. I was in Gaza for two months; there’s no way to describe the horror of what’s happening. And I say this as a pediatric ICU doctor who sees children die as part of my work. Among our own staff we have doctors and nurses who are trying to treat patients while hungry, exhausted. They’re living in tents. Some of them have lost fifteen, twenty members of their families. In the hospital there are kids maimed by airstrikes: missing arms, missing legs, third degree burns. Often there’s not enough pain medication. But the children are not screaming about the pain, they’re screaming: ‘I’m hungry! I’m hungry!” I hate to only focus on the kids, because nobody should be starving. But the kids, it just haunts you in a different way. When my two months were finished, I didn’t want to leave. It’s a feeling I haven’t experienced in nearly twenty years of humanitarian assignments. But I felt ashamed. Ashamed to leave my Palestinian colleagues, who were some of the most beautiful and compassionate people that I’ve ever met. I was ashamed as an American, as a human being, that we’ve been unable to stop something that is so clearly a genocide. I remember when our bus pulled out of the buffer zone. Out the window on one side I could see Rafah, which was nothing but rubble. On the other side was lush, green Israel. When we exited the gate, the first thing I saw was a group of Israeli soldiers, sitting at a table, eating lunch. I’ve never felt so nauseous seeing a table full of food.”
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Aqsa Durrani is a pediatric doctor and board member of Doctors Without Borders USA, with nearly twenty years of experience in humanitarian projects. During our interview Aqsa repeatedly expressed a desire to center the voices of her Palestinian colleagues. To this end I’ve spent the past week collecting stories from the Palestinian staff of Doctors Without Borders in Gaza. I will be sharing these stories over the next several days. I’m so grateful for the time that these people gave me; they were sleepless, hungry, traumatized, and often working 24-hour shifts. Because of the unreliable internet connection their images are sometimes grainy. Their words, however, will be crystal clear.
when your lunch threatens to nauseate you 🤕 but the wave of nausea confirms your ability to still feel 🤩 so that even the bad feelings are, in a roundabout fashion, somehow life-affirming 🤔 and your existential quandaries can rest easy, at least for the moment 😮💨