the unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy or whatever

mutual 1: ITS COMING HOME 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

The first image: A Palestinian elder holding the keys to his home, from which he was forcibly displaced after the Nakba of 1948. An image filled with pain, with tears that dried on faces, and hearts that collapsed under the weight of loss. Yet, hope for return still filled those hearts.

The second image: A recent photo that tells the same story, but this time, the protagonist is my young sister, Maryam, holding the keys to our home from which we were displaced and demolished after the Nakba of 2023.

If you see this and if you can, PLEASE consider donating to Maryam and our family of seven before it's too late.🇵🇸💖

In this scorching summer, our tent has become an unbearable place to live. The suffocating heat fills it throughout the day, leaving us with no shade to protect us and no breeze to bring relief. When night falls, another struggle begins as rats and insects spread throughout the tent, stealing our children's sleep and filling their hearts with fear. Every day, we endure the relentless summer heat and the dangers of these harsh conditions. All we hope for is a safe shelter that preserves our dignity and gives our children the chance to live in safety.