Hi everyone, I wanted to take a moment to make another post for Nader's (@abdalsalam1990) campaign. Nader is 17 years old currently trying to raise money for his family. They've been displaced more than 9 times at this point and along with the rising cost of food as the famine worsens, there have also been recent medical complications they've needed to cover.
Please help out their campaign in any way you're able to!
Vetted as #4 @ Gazavetters
François Morellet (1926-2016) — Random Distribution of 40,000 Squares Using the Odd and Even Numbers of a Telephone Directory (oil on canvas, 1960)
A tea "gangster"
This is the gongfu method of brewing tea (功夫茶藝):
WILLAM DE MORGAN (1836-1917)
PAIR OF MERTON ABBEY PERIOD TILES, CIRCA 1885
Lyon and Turnbull
Johannah Herr, How to Hide an Empire: War Rugs from America, 2022. Tufted rugs made from acrylic and wool yarn.
Charleston, home of artists Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant
Photos by Paul Massey
Stop pussy footing around it. Are you coming to my Chinese giant salamander's bar mitzvah or not
La Poesía, bar notable en Buenos Aires
pretty princesses
whenever someone invokes something being 'natural' or 'sacred' to explain why it is good you can just stop listening at this point. even if theyre agreeing with you nothing they're gonna say matters or has any weight to it if that's the angle they're coming from so you can just clock out of the whole discussion. pro tip from me
hard cider was invented when someone decided to make beer that tastes good instead of bad
i was born from a lab experiment in which researchers worked to synthesize a person who “deserved it” (paper fails to clarify what was meant by this)
I am one of the sons of Al Shati refugee camp, and a survivor of Al Shifa hospital massacre. Does anybody care to hear my story?
I live in Gaza city, where my youth was taken from me.
On 7-10-2023 I was asleep, my biggest concern was waking up in time for the 8am lecture at my university.
I'm in Al-Shati camp, south of Gaza. I'm sure you've heard of it. Today is 26-11-2024, it's been more than a year, and I'm still living outside my house. I don't understand why this happened, or why I'm still not in my house.
About two weeks ago was the anniversary of our displacement from northern Gaza to the south and since that day we've known nothing but hardship.
The tent where we live is inhabitable and cannot support any form of life in this cold and this rain and this flooding.
Of all these terrors, the memory of our displacement is the bleakest of them all.
On 10-11-2023, we experienced two days of siege on Al Shifaa hospital, without food nor drink nor even light to see around us, feeling our way like we're blind in order to move around, because even our phones had run out of battery, not even knowing whether the occupation has invaded the hospital yet or not, all we hear is the sound of ceaseless bombardment within the hospital's perimeter.
We lost a lot of people that day. Those who were detained, those who were murdered, and those whose fates are unknown to this day.
We couldn't believe it when the morning finally came, and we finally fled the hospital, to walk 20 kilometers on our feet through Al Halabat path after two days with no food or drink.
This is the story of one of Gaza's sons. My story is not singular, but one of many stories that strengthen our conviction in our right to this land. Most of us here have died for this land.
Our condition today is horrible. This war is picking us off one by one. I am not willing to lose another member of my family. Causes of death are compounding, the latest of which is the cold and storms that the weather has brought.
With only 5 dollars, you can save me and my family's lives. If you can't donate, share this post so it can reach someone who can help us.
Today, with a significant drop in temperatures and a sharp rise in food prices, the price of a bag of flour has reached $600. Please help me so that I can feed my family.
Please read Mahmoud's story.
