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Part of our daily suffering is filling Water, because of its unavailability and constant interruption, we are forced to travel long distances, and this poses a danger to us, as missiles and shells are everywhere.

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This is Mohammed, and his daughter Mona. Mohammed is my friend.

Their home was destroyed by Israeli missile strikes, and like many other Palestinians they're currently living out of tents after being displaced.

Mona has been in and out of medical treatment, as she's been getting many infections over the past several months due to unsanitary and unsafe living conditions.

Every day is a challenge for these two and their family. Cost of living has skyrocketed as daily necessities are in short supply.

If you have anything to spare, even just a few dollars, anything will help them. Please consider donating and sharing.

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me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us

you: why are you in my house

me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media – we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would

you: are you crying?

My name is Amira, I am 8 years old 👱🏻‍♀️. I spent my childhood in northern Gaza, where I was in school every day, dreaming of a future full of achievements 🏫. But suddenly everything changed. My house 🏡, where I lived with our family, was bombed, and there was nothing left. We will plan your business hard, and I never imagined you would plan to start a monthly days like this. 😞🌹🌹

After the bombing destroyed our house, we had no choice but to flee to the south. We are now living in a tent ⛺ on an empty lot 🏫 with hundreds of other families. This tent has become our new home, but it doesn't look like it. There are no walls to protect us from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. During the day, the sun is ☀️ so hot that it feels like my skin is burning, and at night, the cold 🥶 is unbearable. Sometimes, I cry because of the extreme cold, and I cover myself with everything I can, but it is no use.📢

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The school I live in is now a place that holds all our pain. I no longer go to school like I used to. Standing in long lines to get water has become part of my daily life.❤💔

I dream of returning to my old life, where I used to go to school and play with my friends. I used to dream of becoming a great person in the future, but now I feel like those dreams are getting further away from me every day. The war took everything from us: our home, our safety.

Part of our suffering.😞🙏🙏

I live in this place, and I don't know when we will be able to escape this nightmare. I wish I could scream as loud as I could, but no one hears. We are here in the shadows, in a world full of destruction and sadness. All I ask now is for this war to end, and for us to find a way out of it. We just want to live a normal life, away from fear and destruction. 💔🇵🇸💔

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We find ourselves having to repeat and relearn the same old lessons over and over that our mothers did because we do not pass on what we have learned, or because we are unable to listen. For instance, how many times has this all been said before? For another, who would have believed that once again our daughters are allowing their bodies to be hampered and purgatorial by girdles and high heels and hobble skirts?”