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Shayma and her family needs help relocating to safety outside of gaza. She’s only 25 and holding together two of her passed sister’s children who are mentally drained after the passing of their mother and their other sister.
If possible please donate to her GoFundMe and share, she’s the sweetest girl and deserves the world. Her Twitter is @dpechesmode.
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Dana? Dana terrace. PUT AN AMONG US COSTUME IN THE SHOW. P L E A S E I NEED TO SEE AN IMPOSTER SOMEWHERE
Palestinians are no longer asking us to help stop the bombing.
They are asking ( I would normally say begging, but proud as they are, Allah save them. After 106 days, they never begged for anything) for food.
They fear dying out of hunger more than being shredded to pieces by bombs
The messages they send.... How can I tell it's worse.. I can't put it into words, but it's worse
I have an idea but it might cringe so to test the cring level I'm writing this
"Day 1
I don't know where I am, what happened to bring me here or how to get out.
I'm uh...a few seconds away from screaming and crying but screaming and crying won't solve anything so I'm making audio logs on my phone.
I'm currently in...a white void. It seems. White as far as I can see, everywhere. No sky, just more white. It's very dissorenting.
The time on my phone is frozen, it's still reading 6:25 pm on August 15th, 2000...but the last two digits are replaced by Xs. But I remember what year it is, it's 20XX.
...what?
20XX.
20XX
2019?
20XX.
What the fuck? Why can't I say the year..?
I-this just got worse.
I wanna go home.
Day 1 log end."
I push the end recording button on my phone, looking up at the vast white void around me. I sigh and slump forward "Fuck..."
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aaron bushnell knew exactly what he was doing. he states his intentions with total lucidity and sense of purpose. he knows what he's about to do is extreme--he says so. he speaks calmly, but he's clearly terrified. he takes a deep breath after pouring the accelerant over himself. he has to psyche himself up to light the flame. he struggles with the lighter. he says "free palestine" normally once before he starts to scream it. even through his agony he manages to say it one last time before he stops being able to speak at all. this is a man with total conviction. he wanted to help people, in any way possible. this action was a moral one, and any news outlet painting this as simply a mental health issue is a disservice to his memory. he knew what he was doing when he burned himself in uniform. he knew that there was a chance that sacrificing his own life could go on to save many others. this was the ultimate act of selflessness, and it should be treated as such. may he rest in peace.