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I am very sad because the campaign is going slowly, and I want to reach the goal, which is to reunite my family, get out of Gaza, and live in peace and security.

My children are not to blame for all of this They are visionary children. 😞💔🍉

Life in the tent is very difficult. No one can imagine how we spend the day in the tent. It is a very difficult life.

Look at the innocence of my children, yousef and Malak

Help us get out of Gaza....

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We appreciate your help ❤️🙏

Please don't leave me alone. I need you in this difficult time. I know you'll read my words, but I hope you don't ignore me. Your support and donations will change a lot in my life.

let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon.

picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then.

every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising.

i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog.

i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then.

i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning.

i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes.

or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window.

ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas.

remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam?

i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water.

and now look at it.

i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know?

if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kind who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were.

When I was learning my trade, when my classmates and I were having a chuckle over the “well duh” level of specificity written into the Code of Federal Regulations (try “no hazardous material shall be stored in crew berthing” on for size), I will never forget the silence that followed when our instructor spoke these words:

“Your regulations are written in blood.”

These regulations were not written on a whim. They were written because someone thought they could cut costs by storing however many more pounds of a radioactive, toxic, carcinogenic, or whatever else material in the same rooms where the human beings they paid to transport those materials slept, and then did that, because no one was telling them not to. 

They were written because people died. Horrifically. Because unregulated capitalism values profit over human life and suffering. 

Can I say it again, for those not paying attention? 

More importantly, regulations don’t exist on their own, they are the explanations and guidelines for how to follow federal laws. Getting rid of the regulations doesn’t make the laws go away, it just makes them harder to follow, harder to enforce, and makes it harder for people to get assistance or find justice when those laws are broken.

to hear more about amal ashour, her husband, and their young daughter maryam, see my previous post here. check out her blog @amalashuor as well to see other posts and more information. this fundraiser is verified by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi (#175 (line 179) on their sheet).

today, 11/26/24, amal reached out to me to share that she and her family are in the worst condition they've been in yet. their tent on the beach of Deir al-Balah was recently flooded due to a low pressure system, which brought strong winds and cold. this happened in the middle of the night, and unfortunately, they lost their tent and everything inside. additionally, maryam, who is less than 2 years old, became sick because of the water and cold temperatures. this situation has understandably greatly disheartened amal, and she's turned to us for help.

amal and her family need our help now more than ever. she's asking for donations to help her get back what they lost in tents and belongings- all essentials that they need to survive. any amount that you can give is appreciated and truly helpful. amal is scared because donations are coming in slowly- please, bring her some hope and support her family.

their gofundme is currently at €56,188/€75,000, but as amal has clarified here, this amount does not accurately represent the money they have on hand. as she's requested, "Don't look at how much the campaign has earned, but look at how many people it has [been] spent on and how much life costs in Gaza." please, heed her words and give anything you can spare, at least to help them recover their lost supplies. share her gofundme and her posts as well- the more eyes on her fundraiser, the better. thank you, from me and her.

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