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-Anaïs Nin, 1939
we need to slow down a little I'm so serious. all these quick short videos on tiktok, ig reels, and youtube, artists releasing quick little songs for the trend, tv shows releasing episodes at once, people using chat gpt and google ai overview because they get answers quickly but no validation done for the source, we need to sloww downn i really do not think our brains should be running this fast
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.
Adam
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Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
september will be golden and warmed by the love in our hearts
Classic lit isn't relatable TO YOU. I have something wrong with me though
“Growing Around Grief”
Lois Tonkin, 1996
of course that character lives in my brain rent free do i look like a fucking landlord to you?
the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary
the desire to be in a relationship only comes around when you’re about to sleep, on the journey home alone, sundays, after the club, when it’s raining, winter, at the cafe, today, tomorrow and yesterday
I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon
woman listens to song she used to love when she was fifteen 10 dead 20 injured
i hope i never lose you / everything you lose is a step you take
what is it about getting older that makes every interaction feel so fucking sentimental? like saying goodbye to people used to just be a “see you around” sort of thing, and now it’s a whole declaration of love for the person and the position they’ve held in my life condensed into a hug or a “take care of yourself”
one of these days taylor is going to sit at the piano and sing the words “our coming of age has come and gone” and i will not survive it
sevdaliza !!
Christopher Isherwood's diaries, September 8, 1960
I think kafka’s diaries are the strongest evidence that journaling is not necessarily good for your mental health
i’m so strong and brave for being a woman in her twenties
thinking about folklore and evermore and how taylor was absolutely unhinged. writing cardigan in a few hours, tis the damn season while she was drunk in the middle of the night after filming the long pond session, aaron sending taylor the instrumental for willow as a gift and taylor writing a song out of it, peace being one vocal take, taylor waiting years to tell the rebekah harkness story and finally getting the chance after hearing tlgad instrumental, taylor hearing joe singing the chorus of betty and being intrigued, the secrecy of it all..she was so crazy for that and i don't know how we're alive
Lover as a letter
ok well im going to build a good future for myself whether i like it or not
this is not wasted time. time spent healing and growing and letting yourself feel all the things is never wasted.
When people show u compassion and love even when u make a mistake - that feels truly revolutionary
"Do you still love him?" I know the answer.
"I did, once. I don't know, memory is a faulty thing and the past moves in circles. I don't think about some things for months, only to obsess over them for a week. Also, I don't think I know him now. I did once, and I loved him, loved who he was and who he could be. But I know he's a different person now, I am too."
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
(read full excerpt here)
“Poetry allows silences, screams, distances, leaps.”
— Valzyhna Mort, from “Short Conversations With Poets Valzhyna Mort by Ilya Kaminsky”, published in McSweeney’s, November 21, 2020