As part of his promise, Hussam sent 20% of your HelpGazaChildren donations ($4000) to Mahmoud AbuSalama for the 5th time now, including the earlier North Gaza Campaign (as location on our notion site) to buy food and necessary products for families still surviving the dire situation in North Gaza. The food package contains, as you see in the picture below: flour, lentils, canned food, formula, diapers, and women pads!
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[Quick ID: The video is of Mahmoud speaking in front of bags of flour and a tumblr sign. There are captions to the video in english. The image below is of groups of packages of items in front of a tumblr sign.]
Growing up with guys is hard. I think women mature faster than men and I don’t think men realize that. So, it breaks my heart to see a guy I grew up with turn into a woman hating asshole and having to just accept it because ‘boys will be boys’.
They don’t realize we don’t want to hate them, and we don’t. We hate their words and actions, we hate the person they have become, and we hate how much we want to love them.
I will always hold a special place in my heart for the person I thought they once were. It’s just now they don’t fit that hole, no they have grown far to big and twisted to ever belong in my heart again.
Being gay and Christian is a complicated and hypocritical experience all in one.
Where much of the community is comforting and warm, the other side is forlorn and strict. I consistently doubt myself: my morality, my choices, my future. Am I really deserving of community? Am I really deserving of love?
Would my god hate me for being what I am, or would they love me for being who I am?
“We mothers stand still so our daughters can look back to us and see how far they’ve come.” -Barbie 2023
(Currently bawling my eyes out starting this)
I finished the Barbie movie today, it was so good 100000/10, with only a few tears leaving me after watching it with one of my best friends. So, like girlies, we left the theatre to get food once the final song was done.
To make conversation on the way to the restaurant, my friend and I started reminiscing about the masterpiece we had just witnessed for the past hour and a half. We had almost got through reminiscing about the entire movie until I remembered the segment of real home videos of women and their daughters.
Suddenly, all I could think was my mom. My wonderful, kind, loving, strong, beautiful, brilliant, stead-fast, humble, genius of a mother who has faced so much more pain in her life than I have.
In school, she couldn’t just get a paid ride. No, she had to work her way through university with two jobs while studying in one of the hardest subjects to learn, yet she still calls it ‘gods language’. She graduated university as the first woman who ever did in that field of study, yet I talk about it more than she does. She pursued and fought almost twice as hard as the men around her, being challenged and contradicted at every turn, but making her way through life and getting a higher pay check than some of those men could even think of. She is one of the most stressed and tired women I have ever seen, yet somehow she is also the most beautiful woman to grace this earth.
All of these thoughts rushed my head as I remembered things from my childhood while walking to food. Suddenly, I felt a sting in my nose as tears filled my eyes until I wasn’t able to hold them is. Eventually, I bubbled over, tears leaving my eyes until I could feel the salt dry on my face and could almost taste my shame when people glanced over to me like I was crazy.
The feeling of sympathizing with your mother is bittersweet. It hurt my heart so bad to think about what she has gone through and how she doesn’t even recognize it. Yet, she fills my chest with pride when I think of all she has managed and done. It’s scary to think that just a few years ago my mom was once a girl like me, probably thinking the same thoughts about her mom, crying on her way to get food, because I do the exact same.
My mom is one of the most powerful women I know, and I love her so so much. If I could describe the overwhelming pressure having her as a mom I’d say: “It is like being a small star next to a blazing sun, always going to outshine me.”
After watching this movie, I now realize that she isn’t intent of dragging my light down, but reminding me that with time and determination, I can become a women bright enough for this world. Even if I can’t reach that, I would be happy being half the star she is, because I want to be her daughter. I am her daughter.
I love my mom and, in the process, I love every single woman who has faced what she has. And I am so proud of all of them, including you.
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