28// they/them // adhd&pmdd // rt points of interest, not necessarily what i agree with! science/math/CS/tech, art&illustration, interdiscplinary studies
@Rachellane9606@positionses i do not want to live in a world where ppl are attacked on basis of looks/ how much they do not conform to ideas of “pretty”. like pick a more meaningful argument please … also its lowkey ableist/classist…
Today I watched four children, none of them older than twelve, follow a woman through the street, shouting obscene insults and making sexually explicit remarks. A few of us stepped in to stop them, but they answered us with the same language, as though obscenity had become their first language.
For a moment, I was angry. Then I looked at them.
They were barefoot. Their skin was burned by the sun. They belonged to the tent camps, where childhood has been been replaced by survival.
What I saw was not innocence. But neither was it ordinary evil.
What is a child who has learned obscenity before kindness? What becomes of a conscience that has never been given the chance to grow? At what point does guilt remain personal, and at what point does it become the reflection of a society that has forgotten how to protect its children?
A child is responsible for his actions. But no child invents this darkness alone.
Someone teaches it. If not a parent, then the street. If not the street, then the war itself.
This is the face of war that no casualty report records.
We count the dead because they are easier to count than the living who have been changed. We measure the destroyed buildings because concrete is simpler to rebuild than a human soul. We speak of reconstruction as though rebuilding walls were enough.
But who rebuilds a child’s moral world? Who teaches respect to a generation that has learned survival before compassion? Who returns childhood to those who have never known it?
That is why I cannot celebrate projects that speak only of marriage and childbirth while children are still growing up in tents, while more than ninety percent of Gaza’s schools lie in ruins, and while education has been interrupted for years.
A tent may shelter a body. It cannot raise a human being.
And what are we creating if children are born into a world where survival is the first lesson, and dignity the last?
People ask whether the war is over.
I wonder whether they understand what war really destroys.
Not only homes. Not only hospitals. Not only lives.
Its deepest victory is that, little by little, it persuades children to inherit a darkness they never chose.
How do you declare the end of a war when its ruins have learned to speak, to walk, and one day, perhaps, to become parents themselves?
#WoundedGaza
Gente, o acabamento é tão perfeito que até o sistema se confundiu e achou que era peça de outra era 😭😭😭
Coisa boa desse nível só pode vir de outro planeta — ou já ter uns milhões de anos de evolução 🦕✨
A humanitarian appeal: Hello friends, I beg you to help me with a debt of $600. If I don't pay it, I won't be able to receive my medication. Secondly, please, I need someone to sponsor my treatment and my father's. I beg you to help me.
https://t.co/Kohfu0Kx2y
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Someone made a synth/speaker/toy that generates procedural worlds with unique sounds. The genius idea: there's a tiny screen inside that lets you peek at the generated worlds from a monocle lens.
It sounds awesome too: https://t.co/gKPrX3Auvj
There is nothing we can write that is more powerful than the words of the people who rely on The Sameer Project's Tawbah Medical Clinic in Jabalia. Support now: https://t.co/LLwKJegeB1
Near the yellow-line, where healthcare has all but disappeared, this clinic is often the only place left for families to receive treatment. Every day, our doctors, nurses, and medical staff care for patients who have nowhere else to turn.
Listen to what they say: not about us, but about what this clinic means to their lives.
One patient says that helping keep this clinic open is a better way to spend money than going on pilgrimage because it saves the lives of your fellow Muslims, your fellow human beings. Those are their words, born from the reality they live every single day. Knowing there is a place to turn for treatment is the difference between suffering and relief, between deterioration and recovery, sometimes between life and death.
This clinic exists because people around the world choose to stand with Gaza. Your donation keeps its doors open, its shelves stocked with medication, and its medical team ready to treat the next patient who walks through the door. This is an expensive but necessary endeavor - costing about $2,100 per day for the medication alone.
No large relief organizations are supporting this area. Donate to our Medical Campaign to provide care in Jabalia: https://t.co/LLwKJegeB1
Other ways to donate include:
https://t.co/OmIU4SifDD (Paypal option, please make sure to add a message saying "Medical")
https://t.co/WNZu0ERJci (Venmo option, please make sure to add a message saying "Medical")
Tomorrow, we will send the final water truck of this phase to one of the most remote and dangerous areas. With its delivery, we will have provided 51,000 liters of clean water to families living in the heart of this humanitarian crisis.
For 10 consecutive days, we worked under extremely harsh conditions. We traveled through dangerous areas to reach isolated tent camps that have been deprived of even the most basic necessities. We endured unbearable heat, overwhelming exhaustion, and constant fear, but the desperate need for water was greater than all of it.
Even so, I don’t feel a sense of complete accomplishment. The painful reality is that the amount of water we managed to provide covers only a tiny fraction of what people actually need. The water crisis here is getting worse every day. Seeing children smile as they drink clean water gives us hope, but it also reminds us of the countless others who are still waiting.
This is not the end. We are preparing to launch the next phase of our project, with the goal of delivering 10 more water trucks to reach even more families who have been forgotten.
This might be the last photo of me with my cat Maria.
If we die, please remember that we were never just numbers.
We had dreams, love, and a story worth remembering.
Don’t forget us in your prayers, and please keep talking about us.
@RandomBazra@chatonluv it lowkey is, like it feels ridiculous at parts/has black comedy vibes but its still scary. I was laughing but at the same time hellaaa creeped out when I saw this scene in theaters.