there's something uncomfortable about western millennials/gen z's deep obsession with watering Studio Ghibli movies down into "wholesome bean comfort flicks aesthetic uwu japan" when half of these people completely miss the point of these films and the complex nuanced topics they deal with, especially when it comes to post war Japan.
My Father and Brother Between Illness and War: A Call from the Heart of Pain💔
In Gaza, where the sounds of bombing mingle with the wailing of patients, and where survival becomes a daily miracle, I live between two battles whose flames never cease. The first is a war that steals everything from us, and the second is two diseases that are ravaging the two most precious people in my life: my father and my brother. 💔
My father, the man who once supported me, is now helpless in the face of a disease ravaging his body. He needs treatment, but he can't find it in a city besieged by death from every angle. He looks at me with eyes full of patience, but he doesn't hide his pain. I wish I could comfort him, tell him that everything will be okay, but how can I say that when I have no medicine or even a promise of life? Here are my father's medical reports.
As for my brother, his condition is no better. His weak body is unable to resist, and his illness worsens day by day. I see him suffering silently, trying to be strong so as not to increase my father's pain, but I see the pain in his eyes, in the trembling of his voice, in his gaze searching for hope in a city that has given nothing but despair. This is my brother's medical report.
Between war and disease, we are besieged by need. There is no medicine, no treatment, not even enough to fight this pain. I try to be strong, to cling to hope, but how can I achieve it while we are stuck in the midst of this devastation?
I hope you donate to us, even if it is a little. Help us, my friends. This is the donation link. Donate.
I am not writing these words to complain, but rather because perhaps they will reach a living heart, a person who still believes that helping others is the greatest thing a person can do. My father and brother need nothing more than a chance for treatment, a helping hand, a heart that feels what we are experiencing here.
I write these words with a heart filled with fear, but I still believe that goodness has not died, and that there are those who will hear this call and extend a helping hand to us at a time when we need mercy most.
A donation may be a reason to save the lives of innocent people from death
There’s something uniquely perverse about cruelty performed by people who will never experience the consequences of their own ideology. Unlike the Somali pirates or the Taliban—groups operating in extreme conditions, driven by survival, ideology, or desperation—the architects of modern American cruelty live in comfort. They do not suffer. They are not struggling for food or security. And yet, they choose cruelty, not as a necessity, but as a luxury. This is performative suffering, an aesthetic of toughness projected by people who have never known real hardship. It’s the lawmakers who gut welfare programs while vacationing in gated resorts. It’s the TV pundits who sneer at working-class struggles from air-conditioned studios. It’s bureaucrats who deny migrants soap and toothpaste—not out of logistical necessity, but because cruelty itself is a flex, a demonstration of power detached from material reality. It has no greater purpose beyond LOOKING ruthless. It is the political equivalent of posing in tactical gear without ever seeing combat, of calling for war from the safety of a country club. It is not the brutality of warriors or the desperation of insurgents. It is the decadence of empire—violence for the sake of self-image, cruelty as a luxury good.
Bro absolutely COOKED with this.
EDIT: Y'all OOP is not whitewashing and brushing past the crimes of the fucking Taliban, they're simply pointing out that unlike the American elite- who have never suffered a day in their lives- terrorists like the Taliban usually go through some radicalizing event caused by poor life circumstances. That absolutely does not excuse or condone the horrible things they do, of course.
Also, Somali pirates and the Taliban were explicitly mentioned because this comment is in response to a couple of their former hostages saying said groups supplied them with soap and toothpaste, which the US government refuses to give to migrants. You can stop misinterpreting and derailing this post now, thanks.
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