Hello, I Am Malak Muhammad From The Gaza Strip, A Mother Of Three Children. I Hope You Will Reblog My

Hello, I am Malak Muhammad from the Gaza Strip, a mother of three children. I hope you will reblog my message. I hope you can help me donate or spread the word about my campaign https://www.tumblr.com/malokamohamed?source=share

https://www.gofundme.com/f/95gn2-urgent-relief-help-my-family-evacuate

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of course, of course. it's important to spread these around. i am currently unable to donate but if anyone sends me asks like this i'll post them.

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and go to hell

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

thank you so so much for existing, Mohammad (and every other man, woman, and child in Gaza/Palestine). i know that times are incredibly hard right now, and it is hard to keep hope, but i'll always stand for you. i am sadly unable to donate at the moment, but i'll definitely answer this ask and spread your message out.

it's late by a day and i apologize, but this is important.

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

(this isn't rp related, but i made some gifs. any of you can use them to your heart's content. i'll leave them here. i'll make a part two for more gifs because they're coming)