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Remmick and Sammie were cut from the same cloth.

I shared this with a couple of friends in Discord, but I figured I’d share this here too. I rewatched Sinners with my girlfriend this past week, and I noticed something in the beginning of the film.

Of course, we see the animated griots humming the same rhythm as Sammie when he sings “I Lied To You”. This foreshadows his abilities as a griot. However, I noticed that the Fili (or Filidh), the folk poets and storytellers of Ireland, were singing Rocky Road to Dublin as each group is introduced.

Remmick himself sings this song as he gathers around his cult “family” of newfound vampires. It’s as if he’s simulating his own version of the event when Sammie tapped into his abilities. Everyone is dancing. Everyone is singing. Everyone is a part of the music, therefore is “united” through his song. Yet, nothing akin to “I Lied To You” actually happens.

“I Lied To You” pans around the entire juke joint, showcasing multiple perspectives. As the scene ends, we return to Sammie as he’s playing his guitar. He is in the center of the shot until the camera begins to pan out; here, we see how these gifts truly unify people. It isn’t just about him, it’s about everyone coming together. We’re witnessing the harmony established through a storyteller, a griot in this case.

“Rocky Road to Dublin” occasionally switches between the vampires outside of the juke, but Remmick continues to be centered the most out of anyone. The camera doesn’t pan out. Instead, it pans in. The crowd surrounds and almost worships Remmick as the scene ends. There’s no harmony to speak of. No one is truly equal under indoctrination. This contrasts what we see when Sammie crosses the veil between the past, present, and future.

Yet, Remmick seemed to have an intimate connection with something he wasn’t a part of. So much so, he wanted to replicate it. Why is that?

When Remmick confronts Sammie for the final time, he insists they “will make sweet music together”. Although Remmick’s goals were ultimately self-serving, it’s implied that Remmick wanted to work with Sammie once he turned him— instead of taking Sammie’s abilities as his own.

Remmick didn’t show up solely because he was the evil we (the audience) were warned about. He showed up because he too recognized Sammie’s gifts, not only as a lingering soul in search of something more but as someone who once had those same gifts.

Remmick was a Fili/Filidh. That introduction was just as much of a foreshadowing moment for him as it was for Sammie. The difference being that we don’t see Remmick cross the veil. His connection was severed the moment he was turned. All those years ago, as Ireland was being colonized, the same kind of evil fell upon him as it did Sammie. Unfortunately, we know how that side of the story ends. It separated him from his ancestors, from his homeland, and consumed what humanity he had left.

Even worse, Remmick grew to become the very evil he hated. He stripped the partygoers of their culture and voice. If not for the sake of his grand plan towards “equality”, then in a futile hope to recreate the kind of connection he had with the veil but through the earth he’s bound to.

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Imagine walking for miles in the dead of night, heart pounding, every step toward a place where death might meet you before a loaf of bread. You press forward anyway, because your children are hungry, and you have no other choice. Around you are thousands of others—just as desperate, just as determined. A single mistake, a single step too far, and you could be shot.

All of this—for a bag of beans and a bag of pasta.

Image: (Top) Hossam sent us a picture of the only aid he was able to receive a few days ago: a bag of beans and a bag of pasta. (Bottom) S recent image of Hossam and little nine month old Habiba.

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This is what Hossam Al-Qazzaz, a father in Gaza, endures just to feed his family.

Every few days, Hossam risks his life to reach an American aid distribution site near the seaside. To even get there, he must leave his home around 2:00 a.m., walk over 14 kilometers, and gather within a one-kilometer radius with thousands of others. As dawn breaks, American soldiers set off fireworks—a signal for the crowd to run the final kilometer. People shove, sprint, and scream in a chaotic stampede. IDF soldiers open fire at those who cross the perimeter. Hossam describes it as a scene from a jungle: desperation, chaos, and fear.

Images: Thousands of starving people rush aid centers in Gaza. Many are shot, just trying to get food for their families. Source

Only the fastest and strongest make it to the food. Those who are weaker, or who are further down the distribution line go home empty-handed. Often, the parcels are snatched away by others, and conflicts break out with knives and sharp weapons. Sometimes, Hossam makes it out with something small—this week, just a bag of beans and a bag of pasta. Other times, he returns with nothing but his life.

"I’m just glad I came back alive," he wrote to us, after his most recent trip to the aid center left him empty-handed.

The situation is only growing more dangerous. Aid is scarce, the crowds hoping to receive the aid are massive, and Israeli forces often fire on civilians trying to reach food. Hossam and his wife Hanan live in constant fear for their own lives, as well as for their children’s safety. They are fighting an uphill battle just to provide food for their children, from posting about their situation constantly on platforms that keep banning them due to “community guidelines” violations (apparently posting about the severity of their situation is a ban-able offense) to doing everything they can to find food in their area, like going to the aid center.

Please, if you are able, donate to help Hossam and his family, so they can buy food and water without having to risk death to get it. And if you cannot donate, please share this post. Gaza does not need more silence—it needs action.

You can donate to the Al-Quzzaz family's GoFundMe campaign here:

The Al-Qazzaz family's fundraiser has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#287) and on their list of verified fundraising campaigns.

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💔 A Humanitarian Appeal from Gaza 💔

I reach out to you from a place of deep pain and devastation — from under the rubble and amidst destruction, where the voice of suffering is louder than anything else.

My name is Ahmad, from Gaza. My beloved mother is suffering from several serious chronic illnesses and urgently needs surgery. Sadly, due to the harsh conditions we are living in, I cannot afford the cost of her treatment on my own.

Our tragedy doesn’t stop there. Our home was completely destroyed in the recent attacks, leaving us without shelter or safety.

And to make matters worse, my nephew was severely injured and is now in critical condition, fighting for his life.

💔 We are in desperate need of support and assistance — from anyone who can extend a helping hand. Whether through a donation, a kind word, a prayer, or simply by sharing this message.

📌 Any amount, no matter how small, can save a life and make a real difference.

Donate to his GOFUNDME(1 Dollar equals 10.96 SEK) and CHUFFED (Chuffed allows dollars)

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Please share this post — you might be the reason someone sees it and decides to help. ❤️ May God reward you, ease your hardships, and lift this burden from all of us.

— Ahmad From Gaza 🕊️

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We’re still starving… Please don’t look away.

This is not just a photo. This is Gaza. This is our reality.

The girl in this image is one of thousands of children in Gaza suffering from severe malnutrition. Her fragile body is a silent scream — a reflection of the hunger, fear, and pain that haunt every corner of our lives.

She could be my daughter. She could be yours.

My name is Fayez, a father of three beautiful children. I live in Gaza, under the unrelenting siege and devastation of war.

Every day, we wake up not knowing if we’ll have food — not even bread or clean water.

The fear of bombs has been replaced by a greater fear: starvation.

I am not afraid to die from the airstrikes anymore. But I am terrified to watch my children die slowly from hunger. To hear them cry at night from empty stomachs, and have nothing to give them — that is a pain no parent should ever bear.

Please, I am begging you — if you are reading this, help me feed my children. Help save their lives. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean a meal, a lifeline, a moment of hope.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

💔 Don’t look away. Help us survive.

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We’re still starving… Please don’t look away.

This is not just a photo. This is Gaza. This is our reality.

The girl in this image is one of thousands of children in Gaza suffering from severe malnutrition. Her fragile body is a silent scream — a reflection of the hunger, fear, and pain that haunt every corner of our lives.

She could be my daughter. She could be yours.

My name is Fayez, a father of three beautiful children. I live in Gaza, under the unrelenting siege and devastation of war.

Every day, we wake up not knowing if we’ll have food — not even bread or clean water.

The fear of bombs has been replaced by a greater fear: starvation.

I am not afraid to die from the airstrikes anymore. But I am terrified to watch my children die slowly from hunger. To hear them cry at night from empty stomachs, and have nothing to give them — that is a pain no parent should ever bear.

Please, I am begging you — if you are reading this, help me feed my children. Help save their lives. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean a meal, a lifeline, a moment of hope.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

💔 Don’t look away. Help us survive.

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Chairman Rose, the heart of Macro Cosmos!

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my take on the miss piggy/morticia addams sexywoman poll is that while morticia would lose gracefully, miss piggy would 1000% attempt murder over the label and morticia would respect her for it. then theyd go out for tea and gossip together

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Please take a moment to read.🙏🏻❤

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #598 )✅️

Hi, I’m Abdullah, a student from Gaza.

Before the war, I was a hopeful and hardworking computer science student. I graduated high school with 95.4%, was top of my class in university, and had just been accepted to work with a software company. I had dreams—big ones—to finish my degree, work hard, and one day build something of my own.

But everything changed.

The war destroyed my home, my university, my work, and my future.

We had two houses—one was completely destroyed, the other heavily damaged. My room, where I studied and worked, is now unrecognizable. My father's years of hard work disappeared under the rubble.

I’ve lost not only a home, but a part of myself. The trauma, fear, and despair we live in have changed me deeply. And now, the only way to survive and rebuild is to leave Gaza—a dream that costs far more than I can afford.

All I ask is your help.

Your donation is not just money—it’s a chance for me to live, study, and dream again.

"From Gaza. I lost my home, my studies, and my dreams."

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #598 )✅️

Thank you for reading. Please share if you can't donate—your voice matters.

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Frankly and briefly, the situation in Gaza cannot be written about in a mere post or expressed in a mere picture or video clip. The situation in Gaza is more like an end-of-the-world movie, but this movie is titled The End of Gaza!!

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"Why me"

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We will die at any moment!!!! 😔🙏🏻

The war has been on us for a full year, six months, and 14 days of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are scared... The noise is terrifying.

There is no food, no drink, no medicine. The crossing is closed, and everything is expensive.

We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate.

Donate.

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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