Hello, here is the official go fund me link to support the El Gamal family detained for 8 months at Dilley. None of this goes to legal fees as we are pro bono, it will go to the mom & kids (ages 5, 5, 9, 16 and 18).
Immigration judge denied bond in part due to lack of assets and property. Can you donate and help disseminate?
https://t.co/n1mhF714LU
🕊️ Please support Keith Porter Jr’s daughters as they grieve the murder of their father by a ICE agent. This is for their emotional support, education and healing!
https://t.co/CbKnmBZu2C
Sign the petition to arrest and charge his killer Brian Palacios!
https://t.co/iEQPCpXqc9
Tasneem’s life is in danger. Her skin disease has not stopped; the rashes have spread further across her small body, reaching her face and eyes. She suffers from constant burning and itching, with swelling around her eye that prevents her from resting or sleeping. The harsh weather worsens her condition, and without treatment the pain returns more severely each time. Doctors have confirmed that she urgently needs specialized treatment outside Gaza. Please donate to help my family save her. https://t.co/Q1uKW9AYsL If you’re scrolling, PLEASE leave a dot . it's just a dot
well, okay, this is super cool. someone, who wishes to remain anonymous, heard about my car problems and helped set up this fundraiser!
this was sent to me and they said it would be perfectly good to share to get the word out!
#MutualAid#MutualFunds
https://t.co/qEyhTYAbJM
Sudanese people keep resisting the genocide perpetrated by the UAE sponsored RSF by organising and creating community kitchens so they can escape the famine that is devastating #Sudan. Please support their efforts, share/contribute if you are able 🙏
https://t.co/FDRdLCGhI7
The young woman in the video speaks with grief about her family fleeing their home in Sake to escape the M23 militia, only for her family and other villagers to be massacred by them in Mugunga. She's alone now.
Please share and support aid orgs like @FocusCongo_DRC and @PanziUSA
#Sudan is being starved in what is one of the worst humanitarian crises in the world. Our support is essential so Sudanese people can resist this man made hunger. Pls share and contribute to support a community kitchen in Sudan 🙏
https://t.co/FDRdLCGhI7
I came back today. I thought I had known despair before, but what I saw today is beyond despair.
It is not grief, nor horror, nor pain. It is something colder, a stillness where even God seems to have withdrawn His hand.
The sky was impossibly blue. The kind of blue that mocks you, that makes you wonder whether beauty itself is a crime.
I walked through streets that no longer exist, streets that were my childhood.
They are now a wilderness of stone, wire, and dust.
A man stood on a heap, a neighbor, I think.
He pointed and said, “It’s here.”
I asked him how far.
He looked down.
And I understood: my house was beneath his feet.
I lifted my phone, as if the machine could recognize what I could not. The screen glowed; there was nothing to see. The earth had swallowed the distances. Even the smell of home was gone. It was as if the thread connecting me to life itself had been cut.
I dug with my hands. The dust burned. My palms bled.
My mother had told me: “Search for anything we can save.” And so I obeyed her like a son obeys the last voice that still believes there is meaning in obedience.
From a house that once cost my father one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, a lifetime of labor, of hope, of decency, I found two things:
a knife, and a pillow.
Two relics of civilization. One for necessity, one for illusion.
That is what remains of man.
I sat in the ruins, the blue of my shirt turned gray with ash, and I thought:
this is the end not of a city, but of meaning itself.
I thought of my parents, their hands, their faith in honest work.
How will they bear this? How will any man bear seeing his father’s roof turned into dust by a stranger’s hands, hands that will never know the names of those they destroyed?
But what tears me apart more than ruin is silence. No one speaks to us.
No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible.
The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress.
But none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead.
And those who claim to represent us, where are they? Where is the money they collected in our name, the promises they made before the cameras, the slogans they wrote while we buried our children?
Who among them will come to this ruin and say: Forgive us, we failed you?
Not one.
They sit in offices with clean shirts, counting our corpses as figures on paper. They say “reconstruction,” “aid,” “negotiations,” as though the vocabulary of power could fill the emptiness of a mother’s bed.
I tell you the truth: there is no crime greater than indifference.
The murderer at least acknowledges the victim.
But those who look away, they kill the soul itself.
I brushed the dust from my shirt, though I knew it was useless.
I wanted to see if there was still color left in the world.
There wasn’t.
The blue had become the color of mourning.
I looked at my hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the unbearable realization that we have become expendable to the world.
Our suffering is entertainment, our death a policy, our endurance a statistic.
I wept then, openly, shamelessly.
I, who once believed in the dignity of suffering, now see that dignity itself has been annihilated.
There is nothing noble in being forgotten.
If you are reading this, do not admire the style or the language.
Lower your head, and weep.
Because this dust, this silence, this cry, is what remains of us.
Not enough people are talking about this. My village and a few others were officially annexed this Saturday, now a part of “Israel,” Palestinians living there no longer have a Palestinian ID number and need a permit to live and travel on their land, and it can be revoked anytime.
You hit the button. That's it.
Rhythm Doctor is leaving Early Access on DECEMBER 6TH, 2025!
Save patients with your rhythm mastery, all the way through the final Act and our big finale.
🎵 Trailer directed by @spellbang with VFX by thefinals.
Please help push for the release of Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya.
His illegal imprisonment by Israel is set to expire on Sept 10. The government of Kazakhstan is set to release a list of evacuees from Gaza on Sept 11.
Please help pressure and urge for the release of Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya so that he can be reunited with his family.
Release all Palestinian political prisoners. Free them all. Free Palestine.
Vigdis is a 70-year-old grandmother and activist who has sailed and been abducted on board the #Handala.
She is on a hunger strike against the illegal seizure and abduction of the ship and its 21 volunteers, the illegal blockade and famine that Israel is imposing against the Palestinian people of Gaza.
Adalah lawyers report that Vigdis is being held in a solitary room without any communication, despite her advanced age.
We demand that the Norwegian Government and the Foreign Ministry take immediate action to free Vigdis and ensure her safe return home.
@PaiPlushie My initial reaction was offense, but after rereading it, I see how messed up the message got by AI translation. Mistakenly, the word "backlash" implies criticism towards him is oppressive.
He actually admitted that receiving such feedback betters his understanding while writing.
mini hit tweet please support Tiana's VA at this time (Anika Noni Rose) as this cancelation was hard on her mentally, and also if u want to help me construct indie animation awards... consider https://t.co/IFKiz1hRWn
- canceled series about the only black Disney princess
- cut episode about a POC trans girl
- cut storyline about a trans kid who was voiced by a black trans girl
#nooticing