I've Been Asked By Marah (@freepaleatine95) To Share Her Family's Gfm Campaign.

I've been asked by Marah (@freepaleatine95) to share her family's gfm campaign.

Marah was a uni student studying computer engineering but her university has now been bombed. Her brother and her father's businesses were also destroyed, and they are now left without an income. Their home has also been destroyed and they have lost their beloved pet kittens.

This is not the first time their lives have been upended by the occupation army. They have lost their brother in 2006 after he was shot in the chest. And now at the hands of Israel, they are facing homelessness, a scarcity of basic necessities, in addition to frequent bombings! They have had bombs dropped 3 meters away from where they were sleeping before, and have watched the remains of their neighbours dug out from under the rubble.

They are now living in a flimsy tent. With the coming winter and the pouring rain these few days, rain has leaked into their tent. Their belongings have been flooded and their meager flour provisions have been destroyed. Marah's elderly parents are sick and suffer from chronic diseases such as diabetes and high blood pressure. With the cold and the rain and their flooded tent, they do not know how they are going to survive the coming winter... Please donate to help them buy a new insulated tent as well as supplies like coats and blankets! A new tent can shelter them from the cold and the rain, as well as any overflowing sewage, which is vital to protecting them from diseases and keeping them safe!

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we shouldn't have to feel grateful for so much of this, man. as valuable a virtue as gratitude is, i don't want the world we've made to be one in which my prayer of thanks for anesthesia at the dentist is anything more than a novel acknowledgement, rather than resultant of seeing so many people lack that "privilege." i'm a senior at a polytechnic rn; i don't want to be grateful for the continued existence of the school, the fact of its concrete walls still standing. i don't want to be aware of the fact that the toddlers in my family are in one piece; i don't want a contrary example of limbless infants to live in my mind. the softly-suffered deaths i've mourned have provided more than enough suffering on their own!

but such is the world we've built. while some well-fed mouths in the imperial core shut their eyes and cover their ears and make crude jokes and question whether such suffering really is realistic at all, the virtuous of us, those interested in good, refuse to look away until we've changed it. part of exercising that continued gaze is providence. if your life has ever been happier on account of a living sibling or a standing university or a cat sleeping on your stomach or a warm home, see whether you can't provide for miriam baalou, who, like me, has a tumblr account-- @freepaleatine95 -- and who, younger than i am, has had all of these things taken away as collateral for the continued comfort of the imperial core.

in this empire, whose current is an evil one, even to remain in one place requires discipline, labor, capital. to do good requires even more. but let us work heartily against the worst selfishnesses of our worst ancestors.

the baalous’ campaign has been vetted by 90-ghost, who's work in making palestinian campaigns more legible to outsiders i am grateful beyond words for.

there’s a thunderstorm over my house right now. as loud as the lightning is, it and the rainfall are ultimately set dressing, and i’m warm and dry inside.

there was a storm over palestine today, too. for marah, a college student like me, the rain meant a flooded tent, waterlogged flour. mud and wet feet and chill. no shelves to protect precious belongings from the damage.

here’s my post linking to the baalou family’s fund. please spread this around— conditions become critical as quickly as a storm comes.

we shouldn't have to feel grateful for so much of this, man. as valuable a virtue as gratitude is, i don't want the world we've made to be one in which my prayer of thanks for anesthesia at the dentist is anything more than a novel acknowledgement, rather than resultant of seeing so many people lack that "privilege." i'm a senior at a polytechnic rn; i don't want to be grateful for the continued existence of the school, the fact of its concrete walls still standing. i don't want to be aware of the fact that the toddlers in my family are in one piece; i don't want a contrary example of limbless infants to live in my mind. the softly-suffered deaths i've mourned have provided more than enough suffering on their own!

but such is the world we've built. while some well-fed mouths in the imperial core shut their eyes and cover their ears and make crude jokes and question whether such suffering really is realistic at all, the virtuous of us, those interested in good, refuse to look away until we've changed it. part of exercising that continued gaze is providence. if your life has ever been happier on account of a living sibling or a standing university or a cat sleeping on your stomach or a warm home, see whether you can't provide for miriam baalou, who, like me, has a tumblr account-- @freepaleatine95 -- and who, younger than i am, has had all of these things taken away as collateral for the continued comfort of the imperial core.

in this empire, whose current is an evil one, even to remain in one place requires discipline, labor, capital. to do good requires even more. but let us work heartily against the worst selfishnesses of our worst ancestors.

the baalous’ campaign has been vetted by 90-ghost, who's work in making palestinian campaigns more legible to outsiders i am grateful beyond words for.

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My name is Marah, an aspiring computer engineering student. I dreamed of completing my studies and working in the field that I love. She enj

I've been asked by Marah (@freepaleatine95) to share her family's gfm campaign.

Marah was a uni student studying computer engineering but her university has now been bombed. Her brother and her father's businesses were also destroyed, and they are now left without an income. Their home has also been destroyed and they have lost their beloved pet kittens.

This is not the first time their lives have been upended by the occupation army. They have lost their brother in 2006 after he was shot in the chest. And now at the hands of Israel, they are facing homelessness, a scarcity of basic necessities, in addition to frequent bombings! They have had bombs dropped 3 meters away from where they were sleeping before, and have watched the remains of their neighbours dug out from under the rubble.

They are now living in a flimsy tent. With the coming winter and the pouring rain these few days, rain has leaked into their tent. Their belongings have been flooded and their meager flour provisions have been destroyed. Marah's elderly parents are sick and suffer from chronic diseases such as diabetes and high blood pressure. With the cold and the rain and their flooded tent, they do not know how they are going to survive the coming winter... Please donate to help them buy a new insulated tent as well as supplies like coats and blankets! A new tent can shelter them from the cold and the rain, as well as any overflowing sewage, which is vital to protecting them from diseases and keeping them safe!

gofundme.com

Donate to Please Save What's Left of My Family, organized by Marleen Tipu

This is how we live now: in flooded, freezing tents where stormwater destroys … Marleen Tipu needs your support for Please Save What's

This campaign has been vetted by 90-ghost!

Currently $13,442 USD raised of $50,000 goal