dont care + giggling + kicking my feet in the air

Every day here feels heavier than the one before

Hunger is growing, illness is spreading, and fear never leaves

We are living in conditions no human should endure

Insects, rats, disease, and no real way to protect ourselves

My father is still very sick

He urgently needs treatment, but in a place like this, even basic medicine is out of reach

I try every day to keep my family going, but this is bigger than what we can handle alone

Please don’t scroll past this🥺🙏

Let your humanity speak💔

Donate and share

📌📌📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.

Nothing here feels normal anymore.

Finding food, clean water, medicine, or even a small sense of safety has become a daily struggle.

We are living in very harsh conditions, surrounded by insects, rats, and disease, with no proper way to protect ourselves from any of it.

And while all of this is happening, my father is still fighting his illness every day.

He urgently needs treatment and medication, but providing them has become incredibly difficult for us.

I spend my days trying to keep my family going and trying to reach people for help, because we truly cannot survive this alone anymore.

Please let your humanity stand with us.

Please donate and share. 💔🙏

📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.

Heavenly propaganda

I've been telling myself that since the night I heard the child say it. I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn't true. But I know about it now. It's there. I don't know how, I don't know why. But I did love you! I do love you! I resented your plans to marry. Maybe because I wanted you. Maybe I've wanted you all these years. I couldn't call it by name before, but maybe it's been there since I first knew you.

“Robertson navel oranges.” Armstrong Nurseries. 1939. 

Something beautiful is going to happen, Bird.