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Hello Dear, I hope you get my message while you're fine.🙏

I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science at Al-Azhar university Gaza, Palestine. I'm a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher.

Unexpectedly, After October 7th, my life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming me from a passionate student to a person struggling for survival. 🥺

I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild their lives and get the basic needs of food, drink, etc in these cruel conditions. And also it will help me to complete my education.

All of what I am asking of you is a reblog of the pinned post on my page and to donate if you can🙏🥺.

I sincerely wish if you can empathize with my dire situation and consider supporting us. Please be certain that any help gets us closer to our goal and no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives.

I would be very grateful if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help.💔

My compaign vetted by @90-ghost and @northgazaupdates and @el-shab-Hussien and @nabulsi's vetted list, line 205.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview#gid=0

Thanks in advance for your kindness and support. I am waiting for your response ❤️

This is my GFM link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/empower-olas-pursuit-of-education-amid-crisis?qid=30ec4c502382b9962b96d698a687d9a8

Please donate and/or share with others 🥺🙏🇵🇸

Sincerely,

Ola

ola’s campaign is nearly halfway complete!

in light of the anti-arab racism from popular bloggers such as @badjokesbyjeff that literally goes back years, please consider donating to ola and her loved ones.

in her campaign, ola mentions her academic excellence and the bright future that she carved out for herself through apartheid. while nobody is deserving of having to live through such circumstances, one can recognizes that her academic efforts and achievements are extraordinary (and certainly better than anything i and much of this site’s population have have achieved). now, she’s taken the initiative to secure basic essentials for her family in northern gaza.

if the reality of the deep roots of racism within tumblr’s staff and userbase upsets you, taking the time to share + donate to gazans is the best way to combat that. the world will not heal until we all treat each other like family

[lesbiansaredelicious-blog1]

Writing prompt: we have explored more of the surface of the moon than the ocean. Or so we thought. NASA knows what's down there and is desperately trying to get us off of Earth as soon as possible

I boarded the shuttle to the moon with my family. We all buckled in to our seats, all one hundred passengers on our trip. Suddenly the Earth lurched. Alarms blared. “Final shuttle from Earth departing” that was us. But it was too early, we had about thirty minutes of safety briefing until takeoff. Guess not. I looked back at the ocean, my last chance to see it up close. But something was wrong, something from within it was making the Earth move. Suddenly, a huge spray erupted from the water, the spray itself bigger than a blue whale. A gargantuan maul, lined with razor sharp teeth, penetrated the surface, each tooth as big as our shuttle. It was miles from shore, and yet I could see every feature on the huge beast. Suddenly, more spray erupted from everywhere, but it wasn’t all water. It was sound. It shattered the glass of the buildings nearby. It sounded as if all the agony and evil in the world was combined into a cacophony of all things bad. The creatures suddenly turned towards the shore, and when they reached shallow water, the earth moved out of their way. They just…slid over the land, approaching our craft. The booster rockets engaged and we took off, just as the demonic creatures, who’s eyes were bright yellow, I now saw, reached the fence surrounding the headquarters of NASA. As we left the atmosphere, the herds were visible even from that height, and they were everywhere. Suddenly the screens in the shuttle turned on, a documentary composed by NASA explaining that they had found humongous, whale like creatures under the seas, in hibernation. The carnivorous giants had been showing signs of stirring since the first pod left for the moon, about a year ago. I shuddered at the thought that I was the last human to touch the Earth’s surface. I was the most likely to be devoured by those creatures, those freaks of nature. As Earth got smaller and smaller behind us I fell asleep and dreamt of demonic whales

[notsoginger-weasley]

New Kid

Prompt: via writing_prompt_s blog on tumblr

You are the new kid at school. At lunch, the cafeteria is packed. The only seats you see are at a table in the back corner, where a single boy is sitting. As you walk over and sit at his table, the whole room quiets and hundreds of heads turn towards the two of you. They all look terrified.

John’s heart plummeted into his stomach; he could feel dread spread even out to into the tips of his fingers. The bell for lunch had rung only seconds ago, John sat paralyzed in his seat. Friends chatted as they gathered their things ready for a break from teaching. John’s mouth felt dry, he knew that today was going to be rough but he had forgotten about lunch. Who was he going to sit with? Sure some kids had spoken to him, but it was only because the teacher told them too. John dug his fingernails into his palms. A short girl with the most beautiful blonde hair approached John’s desk.

“John? Are you okay?” She asked sweetly. John brought his gaze up to her his cheeks instantly turning a bright red.

“How do you know my n-name?” John questioned trying to soothe the fast pace beating of his heart. The girl laughed her blue eyes sparking.

“The teacher introduced you to the class silly, I’m Mary by the way,” She smiled warmly. Mary, her name bounced around in his head for a moment bringing a bit of stillness to his restless heart a small smile spreading across his face. “If you want you can sit with me and some friends at lunch if you’d like, we sit near the back. She tapped his desk and then turned to leave the classroom her blonde curls bouncing. John felt a wave of relief wash over him. Mary had taken all the fear of rejection from his situation and gave him the courage to gather his things and head to the cafeteria.

The wave of sound hit him first. The layering of hundreds of students chattering among themselves, crashed over John. He gripped his lunchbox harder his knuckles turning white. He walked slowly to the back scanning faces looking for a blonde head of curls and a pair of blue eyes. He felt overstimulated by the sound and the sheer amount of students there was enrolled at his school. He felt dread in his fingers once more. He almost gave up and headed outside to sit on a bench by himself when he spotted a pair of green eyes fixated on him. As soon as John had made eye contact with the green eyes the boy they belonged to looked down hiding his face. John noticed the boy was all alone. John watched him peak back up through the dark curls in his hair. John stepped forward tuning out the noise of the world. Hope spread warmth through his chest, what if his boy was new also? John thought to himself.

John reached the boy’s table and stopped holding his lunch bag in front of him, a subconscious shield.

“Erm, can I sit here,” John inquired. The boy didn’t move a muscle, his eyes locked on John. Slowly his head nodded, loose curls bounced slowly. John sat down and began to unpack his lunch box. He was so focused that he didn’t realize the whole room had gone completely silent. John turned back to the crowd of students and found hundreds of eyes had landed on him. All hyper focused on John’s position not a whisper or sound coming from each. John’s chest felt tight, he also felt dizzy. What the fucking hell?

“I’m Sherlock, you were kind to sit here, social suicide was your plan, yes?” The boy, Sherlock, whispered. John didn’t respond, his mind running a mile a minute. A girl from the hoard of prying eyes stood. Carrying the schools lunch tray she made eye contact with John. It was Mary, John realized warm relief spreading through his chest. Both John and Sherlock were following her movements. She sat down a warm smile on her face.

“Mary,” She says firmly, sticking her arm out for Sherlock to shake. Sherlock looks at her hand, shakes it lightly. The chatter resumed in the cafeteria, more hushed and heavy with gossip.

“I knew that, we’ve been in the same classes for 8 years, regardless, Sherlock,” he said coolly.

“I knew your name as well, it’s just the first time we’ve spoken so I was being polite,” Mary retorted. Taking a bite of her food. John smirked, all thoughts of rejection vanished.

“In any case, I’m John,” He said softly opening his bag of biscuits.

“We know,” Both Sherlock and Mary stated at the same time. John looked at the two of them the three smiling. Sherlock’s smile was perhaps the biggest.

“Why was everyone staring like that,” John pried quietly to Sherlock. The smile on Sherlock’s face dropped along with his gaze at John. Mary picked at her chips. John felt uneasy. He didn’t mean to offend Sherlock he just was curious.

“My sister, she…” Sherlock started but trailed off. Mary looked at John and shook her head slightly. John squinted at her. He felt like he should know what was going on but part of him realize it was hurting Sherlock regardless of what actually had happened. Gossip never stays hidden, he would figure it out eventually.

“Well, doesn’t matter, It’s very nice to meet you Sherlock,” John spoke warmly, taking a bite of his sandwich. Sherlock looked up blush creeping up his neck a small thankful smile spreading his lips.

The three ate lunch and had light conversation continuing into their next class together sitting and chatting regardless of the staring and the whispering that would follow them until High School.

John  finally found out that the chatter and staring was because Sherlock’s sister had murdered his best friend and had been taken away from their family.

John livid that people would not show sympathy or even a hint of empathy toward poor young Sherlock, wrote a column in the school newspaper (which he was head of), about Sherlock and what an amazing person he was. His intention was to draw the attention away from Sherlock, but it did make it worse. The only people who really appreciated his efforts were of course Mary and Sherlock.

The three of them best friends since that first encounter in 8th grade. After the article was released John went back to being oblivious of the whispers and mocking. John, however was oblivious to a lot of things. One of those being Sherlock’s feelings for him, and another being Mary’s feelings for him. John had strong feelings for Mary and comfortable arousal around Sherlock, which he fought often.

Idk I’m done here for now 10/16/18