Contemplating Slitting My Throat & Dying.

But what do I know. I'm not Cherokee, I don't know my Indigenous background so all I am is Black American. And it seems like its fine to just put people on blast for a misreading of whatever reading you had over my own simple tagging system. Especially over something I spent half my adult life studying— I took classes in college to learn about these topics surrounding Indigenous culture, languages and art– but what the fuck do I know! Im just a dumb black bitch who should keep her mouth shut. Because obviously I think Indigenous Americans are not 'around' anymore, when thats the furthest thing from the truth. But no, that was my mistake for not wanting to tag a post about an important language with the subject of the video being babies 'prettythings' because I thought that would be weird, calling Indigenous kids 'things', so 'historical things' is how I tagged that post because ultimately it was about the language(s), and how its being kept alive. Which is good. But again, what the fuck do I know, I'm still just a black bitch who deserves to be put on blast for tagging a post I reblogged something as simple as 'historical' so that I could find it again to share it with others. But I'm done doing that shit, Im not going to share cultural posts anymore. Its better to just sit my black ass down, shut up and die.

Maram has told me that her family survived a bombing just a few days ago, but the place they were staying was destroyed and her son Ibrahim was injured in the attack. Now they need a tent and $3000 for Ibrahim's surgery. Please donate if you can and reblog to help them out!

Maram is vetted by by gazavetters, and her campaign is #575 on the list.

Link to Maram's Chuffed:

you have been turned into this cat breed!

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

Moths attracted to lamplight. And is that a bat who wants to fill up on some moths? In Field and Forest. 1928.

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

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