The Woman Who Painted,
The Woman Who Painted,
And Never Forgot
Have you ever heard, of a story told in words
Painted in your mind, and burned into your heart?
Of each time a statement so significant, would not be forgotten by one, and instead cursed (or blessed) to never forget;
Where words to be heard, inspires the mind to bring out it's canvas, paint it's joys or sorrows away, and hang the painting up, for no one else but one to see?
I'll tell you a tale, of a woman no one knows the name of,
But her story is to be remembered, as a tale children hear, at night from their parents' whispers
Of a woman, who could not forgot, a significant line from those she held dear,
Both a blessing
And a curse
At first, it was her mother
The drip, drip, dripping of "Honey" from her lips
It trickled itself into her mind, fed her heart
It was syrupy, like a sweet treat after a hard day
It was her first love, and one that was to never to be taken from her,
Second, was from her brother,
"I hate you!"
It was discordant, all written in static, it hurt, she could see and hear the insincerity in this declaration,
She apologized shortly after, their small little quarrel, she'd rather never hear or see, that horrid line of hurt, much less would she want that insincerity, become no longer.
Next was her lover,
Name known to none but family and her,
"Sweetheart"
In a loopy handwriting, full of curled arcs and elongated inking, red, cherry red in color
She tucks this memory in her arms, and placed it high in her mind, never to forget
Last was her former love,
Name known to none but her family and her,
"I've found someone"
It was covered in roses, but with roses come thorns
And those thorns dug through her heart, wrapped itself around her mouth
Left her speechless and in tears,
A tale of a woman, who could not forget,
A tale of someone, who wishes to never paint any words again,
A tale that warns children
Be careful with what you say, because sometimes, people are cursed not to forget
A tale that warns them all,
Not all love will end sweet.
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AND I WON'T!!!
instead i will share my friends yousef and mona's fundraiser!!! they still need help, they haven't been getting very many donations lately. there's so many expenses + they still need to evacuate eventually. if you have the means to help them i would appreciate it, and so would they. if not, please share the post to show it to more people who might be able to help
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The war has returned, and the smell of death is everywhere.
The bombing and missiles never stop, There is no more food, drink, or even a safe place to sleep.
Even the internet connection has been cut off, and I am no longer able to share my story with you.
My loyal friends, please donate even a small amount and share my posts to reach donors.
I need you by my side. You are my only hope, Help me save my family from death and get out of Gaza to live in a safe place.
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
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🫂Please stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me.💔
I am Yousef, 35 years old, married
Please take two minutes of your time and I hope you stand by me and help me save my family from the war
I have three children
They were deprived of their most basic rights as children, their right to education, play and live safely like the rest of the children in the world. They were terrified and very afraid of the sounds of missiles. Our house was bombed while we were inside it and some of us were injured, but we miraculously survived. My house was completely destroyed in Khan Younis and I headed to the displacement camps on the beach. I had a beautiful house and I had clothing stores, but they were completely destroyed during the brutal war on the Gaza Strip, which was a source of income for us. The tent we live in now does not protect us from the heat of summer or the harsh cold of winter and rain. I want you to help me so that I can be with my family again
I have suffered from the war for more than a year and a half. I lost part of my family, my home and my work
We have nothing left here
I lost my dreams and ambitions after I drew a beautiful future
This war is cruel and brutal, we cannot provide the most basic rights
We have been suffering from famine for months and we are still patient
I also need to travel with my family if the crossing opens at any time in order to save our lives
One person needs to pay coordination to the Egyptian side from $5,000 to $8,000, this is a large amount
But I know that thanks to your support we were able to save our lives from death
Your donation is enough to save our lives from death
Things here are more difficult than you see
I hope you do not leave us here alone🫂
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🆘/To Alaa and my family in Gaza
All thanks and gratitude for your humanitarian stances with us and your help in this critical and difficult time
15 months of displacement and famine have increased our suffering and difficulties incredibly.
I used all the words of sadness and sorrow to describe the situation we had reached, but these words were not enough.
We lost relatives and friends, my brother and father were injured, our house was destroyed, our car was burned, and everything was lost.
The scale of the suffering and tragedy is much greater than what you may have seen or witnessed on social media.
My dear friends
You can support my family either by donating or by sharing my campaign link with others so that the goal is reached as soon as possible.
Please help us we are very tired and no one is looking at us
I hope everyone will donate and share my story.
wishing on the farthest star
It seems I am wishing on the farthest star
To achieve what I, alone have earned,
The destruction of what once was home,
seems like a faraway memory, instead of a tomb.
I miss the hunger-smells, and the deathless soil
lively and untouched by the tyrannical hand,
I should've known
that I was wishing on the farthest star
in this lonely night sky,
where family is torn apart at the seams,
and little stars burn out,
and big Suns explode.
I am the slow burning fuse planted 'neath the earth of my home
Ne'er did they find the core of the tick, tick, ticks of time burning,
For the final bow was inevitable,
and this home of ours was never meant to be,
I am this slow-burning fuse,
Forever, lay the scent of TNT.
...Now, the reminiscent stench of gunpowder,
Clings to my coat like an old friend,
that once stabbed me in the back some time ago,
I frown when this sweater of mine smells of cigarette smoke,
The last remaining memory from Before,
tainted with the poignant, lingering smell of who I have come to be,
I chose this path myself,
Please, do not follow me.
Thinking of just making this a creativity dump account with fake blog RP entries of my characters or any characters I get inspiration for, possibly also art, all I know is that this will be a messy blog
The Wind.
The fleeting feelings of love
the petulant pieces of a love long-gone,
I am every breeze-kiss that brush your lips,
and I am every dandelion wish,
most of all, don't you dare forget;
the Wind is my lover,
and I am the Wind.
Our World Burns Eternal.
A silent plea, to all that will ever be, as I weep in longing, my long forgotten glee,
As the sun no longer shines, the moon never pulls the tides, as the tyrannical reality of whoever bastard comes to seek power in this abandoned city, does not fail to remind me, this would be the end.
Our world of small skylines, of this meek land, humble and of stone, comes a-crashing and a-crumbling, like sand falling through the cracks of home.
And as I hold your hand, dearly in my own, as I gaze over our small skyline, as the sun gives it's final triumph, as the city below us burns in ashes and sings in flames, engulfed in orange and covered in gray, a song I used to always sing comes to mind.
And I think...
...this isn't so bad.
You're here.
In our memory, our world burns eternally.
Israel has launched violent attacks against the people of Gaza once again, with complete disregard for the supposed ceasefire they agreed to. The death counts keep rising and it's no secret that Israel not only kills Palestinian children, but specifically targets them. My friend Sahar @reallyoptimisticface was separated from her children before the current aggression started, and they have been living in Gaza without their parents for almost two years. She knows that they live in danger, and we both worry for them daily. The area they're currently in is an extremely dangerous zone and the lack of connection makes communication hard. Her older daughter Diana has been caring for her younger siblings, but she's suffered burns and wounds from being forced to cook over open flames.
As more news comes out and we see the extent of the Israeli violence, Sahar worries her children may be next. Please stand by her and support her so she can see her children again, bring them to safety, and be together as a family. No child should have to live through this. Your donations can give them some hope.
Read this post for her vetting info
Sahars campaign has been moving so slow, but her children can't wait on this money. If you are able please donate, it's the most effective way to help them.
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