justice&hope

I no longer have anything to lose after the death of my father in this war, the destruction of my home, and the destruction of my workplace, which is the source of my income and that of my family, and that's why I'm speaking to you today.

I was in good condition before the war on Gaza, and I didn't imagine for a moment that I would ask for support from anyone, but as fate would have it, I lost everything I had:

my father, my home, my family’s home, and my place of work (the carpentry), and I would have no choice but to ask you to help me rebuild my workplace at least.

The amount required is much less than what is necessary, but I don't need more. I just want to have this amount with which I will be able to open smaller carpentry than the one I had, but at least I will be able to start my working life faster when this war ends.

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Go found link ..Help, even if just a little

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-establish-my-business-after-it-was-destroyed-in-gaza?lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

no one has reblogged or shared @ellillifurniture's post. nothing has been raised. his ambition is lost and no one cares in the world.

i ask for your help in sharing, to reblog and donate to his fundraiser.

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But the bombing left us no choice… I carried myself and my dreams, and walked toward the south.

Each step felt heavier than the one before.

I did not go south except to protect what is left of me, to search for a place where I might find a little safety.

Exile is not about the place… exile is walking far from the scent of your home, far from your safety, not knowing when—or if—you will return.

Displacement requires at least $500. Your donation can keep this family’s hopes alive.

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the government had promised that there will be flood control projects in the country. however, the flooding have gotten worse one rain at a time.

the anomalies had been exposed in hearings and it's been found that ₱545.64B was designated as a budget for over 9000 flood control projects in the philippines. however, it's been found that there had been rampant corruption with the flood control projects because they have either been found substandard or lost to god knows where.

anomalous contractors had received projects from the department of public works and highways, who's responsible for public infrastructures and serves as the primary construction and engineering arm of the goverment. infuriatingly, some of these anomalous contractors hold seats (note: plural) inside the philippine congress and their family members had been posting about their lavish lifestyles on social media.

the discayas (singular, discaya), the contractors with the most anomalous flood control projects amounting to an estimate of ₱31B from 2022-2025.

today, 53 years after ferdinand e. marcos declared martial law, filipinos flooded the streets, calling for accountability over these projects.

inspired by this post, i looked at how does ₱31B look in hockey terms.

that's crazy, right?

the numbers here were compared to the contractor companies owned by the discaya family. there are TRILLIONS of pesos lost to corruption, not just from these anomalous flood control projects, but to other anomalous ghost projects too.

these rallies call for accountability from the senate, the house of representatives, and the rest of the government.

in the same vein, we call accountability from the marcos family, who regained power in 2022 despite being ousted during the 1986 people power revolution. the effects of the regime still affect us today, and NOT A SINGLE MEMBER OF THEIR FAMILY has been held accountable nor asked to return their ill-gotten wealth from that period.

I am in constant contact with my friend Noor Al-Anqar (@nooralanqar3) and can see how exhausted and worn out she is today more than ever. For over two months, her health has been deteriorating severely, and her body has failed her in front of her children who need her every moment, and in front of the heavy responsibilities she carries without rest.

Noor is someone who loves life and movement, but today her heart is weighed down with pain and fatigue. She told me the main reason is the food she is forced to eat, just canned goods with no nutritional value while vegetables, fruits, and supplements she truly needs have become unaffordable due to soaring prices.

On top of that, she has been suffering from skin diseases after being without cleaning supplies for more than six months, and now that they are available again, their prices are unbearably high.

She no longer thinks about herself or her health; her only concern is to provide the bare minimum for her children, even if it comes at the cost of her own body breaking down day after day.

I beg you... hope Noor can receive enough donations to buy some healthy fruits, vegetables, and cleaning supplies that would restore her strength and health. Help her stand on her feet again, and give her children the love and care they deserve. I know you will not let her down.

Noor's campaign has been shared by @/90-ghost, @/nabulsi, and @/el-shab-hussein. Her family is also listed as #245 on the list of vetted fundraisers by @/gazavetters.

Nour's campaign has raised €30,413 out of a €40k goal; the last donation was nine hours ago. Please share and donate so that her family can buy the things they need!

Hello, it's @schoolhater. Siraj has given me his Tumblr account so that I may update you all on his situation.

He has been unable to access Tumblr for the past few days because he has been stuck in western Gaza City, right in the middle of the heaviest wave of bombing since the genocide began. I sent him the QR code for an ESim, but they require a stable internet connection to activate, so I don't know when he will be able to come back online.

Please read about his current situation in his own words. Here is a text message he sent me on Monday, Sept. 15 (emphasis and punctuation mine--he wrote this in a hurry):

The impact of nuclear missiles is devastating [according to] reports in the neighborhood we are in; from the severity of the strike, the ground shakes under us and lava comes out and then everything explodes.

Here is a message he sent me yesterday (Sept. 18):

What my family and I are going through now is one of the hardest days of the war, the atmosphere here is very terrifying, in the area we are in now there are only a very few families left only 5 families and they are preparing to leave, for us it is very difficult to leave because the transportation costs have increased a lot from a week ago, the transportation by shipping cost $500 today the transportation price is $2000 it is possible that next week the shipping owner will not be able to reach our area at this time we will leave without carrying our belongings of mattresses, blankets, covers and the supplies that we have with us, we will start from scratch again if we can leave alive.

And here is a message he sent me today (Sept. 19):

The occupation is getting very close to us. In a few days, if we do not leave, we will be besieged and will leave here in shrouds.

Siraj has begged for his survival on this website for over a year. I don't know he does it. I don't know how to inspire people to donate other than to lay out the situation as plainly as possible: we have money; Siraj's family does not; Siraj and his family will die without money. Never before has that fact been more urgent than it is right now.

There is no time for pity or begging. Siraj does not have time unless he can afford to evacuate.

As Siraj said, the transportation cost alone is $2500USD. He has received five donations in the past 24 hours, but that's not nearly enough. He will die if he cannot raise money to evacuate.

Please donate, share, and follow this account for more updates on Siraj's fundraiser.

His fundraiser is vetted on line 219.

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Around 1 million people live in Ghazzah city, and they all have to choose between being displaced once again, or facing death at the hands of the IOF. For those who are displaced, they will be forced to deal with the exhaustion and costs of travel and searching for somewhere to stay.

Some of the people who are being displaced are the relatives of my friend Hashem Bader. His brothers and sisters and their families are in the north of Ghazzah City, and now must flee south. However, they don't have anywhere to stay. 

To make things worse, one of Hashem's brothers is recovering from an injury caused by missile shrapnel, and only got out of the hospital a few days ago. Now, he has to flee from the north of Ghazzah City with his wife and children.

Hashem is trying to afford an empty lot for his siblings' families to set up a tent and stay in. However, the minimum price is for such a lot is $500. This doesn't even include the extra costs for things like travel, awnings, and bathrooms, as well as the ever vital and expensive food. 

$0/$1000 USD (£737 GBP)

Hashem wants to use his fundraiser to help his relatives, but donations keep stagnating, often for days on end. Right now , Hashem's short term goal is to raise $1000, so his siblings and their families can evacuate and have somewhere to set up shelter.

Please, share and donate. Help Hashem's relatives get what they need as they endure yet another has displacement. Your help and donations make a big different to them!

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Hello, it's @schoolhater. Siraj has given me his Tumblr account so that I may update you all on his situation.

He has been unable to access Tumblr for the past few days because he has been stuck in western Gaza City, right in the middle of the heaviest wave of bombing since the genocide began. I sent him the QR code for an ESim, but they require a stable internet connection to activate, so I don't know when he will be able to come back online.

Please read about his current situation in his own words. Here is a text message he sent me on Monday, Sept. 15 (emphasis and punctuation mine--he wrote this in a hurry):

The impact of nuclear missiles is devastating [according to] reports in the neighborhood we are in; from the severity of the strike, the ground shakes under us and lava comes out and then everything explodes.

Here is a message he sent me yesterday (Sept. 18):

What my family and I are going through now is one of the hardest days of the war, the atmosphere here is very terrifying, in the area we are in now there are only a very few families left only 5 families and they are preparing to leave, for us it is very difficult to leave because the transportation costs have increased a lot from a week ago, the transportation by shipping cost $500 today the transportation price is $2000 it is possible that next week the shipping owner will not be able to reach our area at this time we will leave without carrying our belongings of mattresses, blankets, covers and the supplies that we have with us, we will start from scratch again if we can leave alive.

And here is a message he sent me today (Sept. 19):

The occupation is getting very close to us. In a few days, if we do not leave, we will be besieged and will leave here in shrouds.

Siraj has begged for his survival on this website for over a year. I don't know he does it. I don't know how to inspire people to donate other than to lay out the situation as plainly as possible: we have money; Siraj's family does not; Siraj and his family will die without money. Never before has that fact been more urgent than it is right now.

There is no time for pity or begging. Siraj does not have time unless he can afford to evacuate.

As Siraj said, the transportation cost alone is $2500USD. He has received five donations in the past 24 hours, but that's not nearly enough. Please donate, share, and follow this account for more updates on Siraj's fundraiser.

His fundraiser is vetted on line 219.

Corruption thrives when silence becomes the easy choice, when eyes are closed to the truth, and when fear outweighs the courage to demand what is just. But the youth were never born to be silent—they are the fire, the pulse, the voice that echoes change. To stand firm against corruption is to stand for the future, to fight not only for ourselves but for generations yet to come. Every chant, every step, every refusal to bow to dishonesty is a declaration that we will no longer be fooled, that we will no longer let greed define the destiny of our country.

So rise, young ones. Raise your fists, raise your voices, and raise the banner of truth higher than the lies that try to bury us. The streets are calling, the nation is waiting, and history is watching. Let courage lead your steps, let hope guide your cries, and let love for your country strengthen your resolve. And as we march forward into the storm, may the heavens guard every heart that dares to fight—a prayer of safety for every soul that will walk the rally, a shield of light for every brave spirit standing for what is right.

Yesterday’s rally was supposed to be a peaceful cry for change, a reminder that we are not blind. But what happened? It turned into chaos. Riot shields met with bare hands. Tear gas choking out the voices of students, workers, mothers, fathers—people who simply wanted to demand what was already ours: justice, fairness, a government that actually serves the people. PEOPLE WENT MISSING AND SOME DIED!

And yet, the narrative flips. Suddenly, we are the criminals. Suddenly, the people asking for honesty are the ones “disturbing the peace.” But whose peace are we disturbing? Not ours, we haven’t known peace for a long time. We’re disturbing their peace, the comfort of officials fattened by dirty money while we count coins for rice.

And if my words sound angry, it’s because they are. To the gods above, forgive me, but PUTANGINA NYO.

This is not just my anger. This is the anger of millions who can’t afford to speak, who risk jail, violence, or death just for saying what is true. You cannot keep us silent forever. You cannot steal forever. 🇵🇭

Justice for the construction workers that work outside of Metro Manila and therefore are mandated by law to receive a provincial rate for their labor, as though the weight of cement is somehow lighter the further one gets from the capital.

Justice for public school teachers and their students, for how they are forced to make do with the barest of resources despite the fact that it is stated in the Philippine Constitution that the Department of Education should always receive the highest funding amongst all the executive branches of government.

Justice for the small businesses that have to pay not only for their business permits, but also “convenience fees” to fixers within government offices in order to secure paperwork that, in other countries, only takes one week to procure; justice for those that persist in doing honest business, despite how costly it may be.

Justice for nurses and doctors in public hospitals, who are thrown into toxic environments and are expected to save lives despite drowning in red tape whenever they need to purchase new equipment. Justice for the patients, especially the elderly, especially those that have to wait for their turns for hours on end on cold, hard metal stretchers; for patients that probably will never receive the care they need.

Justice, too, for all those politicians, officials, and private citizens that have proven time and time again, if not to us then to God, exactly how willing they are to choose greed over kindness, money over country. Justice for those thieves that call themselves public servants, who take from our taxes indiscriminately, who rob us everyday in broad daylight. Whatever it is you will not receive in this life, you will get in the next. I would rather have this country run like hell by Filipinos than run like heaven by foreigners— because those crocodiles in Congress and in the Senate and in Malacañang are answerable to me, to the Filipino people. We fought the Spanish and the Americans and the Japanese for the right to have a government answerable to us, and we are not stupid. We know all of you have stolen from us. We know that all of you are searching for a scape goat, waiting for La Niña to end so that the typhoons stop, and hoping that the media giants that you own will spin a new story so that we forget all about the trillions of pesos that you pocket like candy.

today in luneta, my heart ached for the people. i’ve been to protests before, but this time it felt different. there were so many of us—they said approximately 80k people filled the park this morning. it was bittersweet; joy to see that more are standing up, grief because it takes this much pain, this much corruption, for people to rise.

as activists marched to mendiola, on the same day we commemorate the dark memory of martial law under marcos sr. and now, with another marcos seated in malacañang, the echoes are undeniable. there were intimidation, violence, red-tagging, and arrests. fellow members of ndmo’s confirm gunshots in the riot in mandiola. activists were detained, including minors. police used water cannons and tear gas. what was meant to be a peaceful mobilization turned into a show of force meant to break us.

but the state has forgotten what history already proved; repression only fuels resistance. this is what the edsa revolution looked like in its beginning—nuns in the streets, workers refusing silence, students carrying the fire of “ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan.” that spirit is alive in us today.

the government wants us quiet, but we refuse. filipino youth have filled the streets for years, and we will not be bullied off them. we will keep coming back louder, prouder, unbowed—until our demands for accountability and justice are met.

they can aim their guns at us, but they cannot kill what has already awakened in us; rage, hope, and the will to fight until this rotten system falls.