Like many Palestinians, Bashaer (@bshaeromars-blog) comes from a loving family. She is the eldest of six (6) siblings and marries a wonderful nurse named Omar. She is also pregnant with her first child! Things are going well for her.
Until the airstrikes dropped. Bashaer and her family has no choice but to quickly leave their beautiful home, leaving their belongings as well as their memories behind. They end up in Rafah.
One night in December, Omar goes out to collect wood so the the family could make a fire and keep themselves warm. Winters in the desert is as unforgiving as it is in the tundra.
But another set of airstrikes have painted the horizon orange. Omar makes a run for it. He does not make it and passes away. May Allah forgive him and grant him Jannatul Firdaus!
Bashaer is a widow now. She grieves over the love of her life. If you read her blog, you would know how much she adores, admires, loves, and respects him. What makes it more heartbreaking is she has given birth without the help from a doctor or a midwife. Her daughter, Ayla, is born and she will never get the opportunity to meet her father.
Read this again and let every detail sink in. Bashaer is a single mother and a widow. She is also recovering from postpartum. I know we have a soft spot for single mothers. A lot of us have grew up with one. We know how much these mothers have scarified and worked to raise us.
So let's help Baeshar. Please, please, please donate and share. Consider giving as little as $5. It may seem like an insignificant amount, but it makes a significant difference.
You can even match me! I have contributed $5.
I also request you to follow @bshaeromars-blog to recieve updates on her and her family. Reblog and share. Spread it far and wide. Make sure it reaches every corner of the website.
Thank you!
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Being me needs to have a warning label on it.
"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
Marcelat Sakobi of Democratic Republic of Congo, at the end of the womenโs round of 32 boxing match against Uzbekistan's Sitora Turdibekova, made a strong gesture to raise awareness of the ongoing genocide in the DR Congo by placing her hand in front of her mouth and pointing two fingers at her temple.
Resources for Congo:
Friends of Congo
Panzi Foundation
War Child
CammeDRCongo
Genocide Watch
A guide to the decades-long conflict in DR Congo
Democratic Republic of the Congo: Industrial mining of cobalt and copper for rechargeable batteries is leading to grievous human rights abuses.
An explanation thread from 2019.
Books on Congo.
Feel free to let me know of other resources to add.
well ๐งโโ๏ธ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.
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I have no idea why, but some part if me wants to write a fanfic about Moonknight but a tlou version. Like the same thing but with twist here in there, I feel like it would be so cool to read.
I don't know, just an idea, I already have like a Playlist for it in my head and all, is that weird? Hope not, anyways, just wanted that out in the world.
Bye ๐
-Sky
He orders Jake as he looks at the mark in her shoulder. It looks healed in a way, sure he knows that it seemed impossible for a person like her to exist at all.
"I am telling you, I'm immune. I won't kill you, I have waited for weeks for any sign that I might change or turn, nothing. I don't care if you don't believe me, but you need me alive to get whatever supplies you need from that Harrow guy anyways."
She retorts back as she pulled her sleeve down and pulled back on her jacket, Jake considered it, an immune person, people of the right qualifications could do something with that.
"I donโt care! He probably set us up with you just to get rid of us, should've broken his wind pipes while I had the chance!"
He complains as he started to check the soilders for any supplies. She didn't go down without a fight, that was for sure.
"Y tรบ estas seguro que tรบ eras immuna ?"
He asked her as she looks at him surprised, right, she didn't know about him yet.
"Since when did you speak spanish?"
Looking dumbfounded he snaps his fingers.
"Focus, estas segura?"
He asked again.
"Yes, sรญ, estoy segura. No tengo orta cosa para que tรบ me creas en mรญ, nomas me palabras."
She says as he looks into her eyes, looking for a hint of any lie because he knows, he just does. He finds nothing. She honestly doesn't have a reason to lie, she would die which ever way she took but one would let her live just a bit longer.
"We aren't killing her."
He says to Khonshu who just looks at him.
" You can't honestly tell me you believe what that worm is saying!?"
Khonshu exclaimed as Jake sighs.
"I donโt, not completely at least. But from the amount she has been with us, she hasn't tried to kill us."
He explains as he looked at her again.
"But one twitch, one little sound that doesn't sound normal and I will kill you, and I don't flinch niรฑa. ยฟEntiendes?"
He says as she nods.
He nods back as Khonshu hands him a gun. He grabs it and starts to point somewhere.
"We go over there, then we get to one of the safe locations. We stay there for a while then we'll keep going."
He says as he starts to walk, Khonshu follows by mumbled remakes, she looks at then both. They were both her protector and killers, they could kill her if they wanted to. Khonshu seemed like he would do it in a heart beat.
But that other guy, he gave her another chance.
Also, when the hell did he speak spanish?!
"Come on niรฑa!"
Jake called out as she is pulled out of her thoughts and starts to follow where Jake is standing there waiting for her to catch up.
And this is where the story ended at the first time. Sorry I had the rest or not it would not be the whole thing.
This took weeks of both school and writers block but I got it done ๐. Again as always let me know what you think, I am working to make a masterlist which should appear in a little bit.
Hope this is good, and I don't know when the next post of this will be, but most likely, it's not as late as this one.
Have a good day, afternoon and night.
-sky ๐
According to Nex Benedict friends he was a trans boy and used he/him pronouns.
Please stop using they/them for Nex in your future posts - this is an act of degendering by Nexโs family.