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Back in the day on fanfiction.net, I came across an author who’d written hundred of short stories, mostly gen fic where characters from various fandoms (mainly sitcoms and TV dramedies) worked out their problems by handling conflict appropriately. Like the Gilmore Girls finally sorting out their three generations of mother-daughter shit, or a Raising Hope fic that calmly and thoroughly explained why spanking kids is wrong and ineffective. Nothing wrong with any of that, but again this author had hundreds of stories exactly like this. And to this day I find that account more mysterious than any porn I’ve ever encountered.
Making this new pinned post for Ahmed @90-ghost Please donate and/or spread as much as you can.
EDIT: GFM is giving me grief because this is going to someone in Gaza. I am trying to sort it out, but if the worst-case scenario happens and they shut it down, I’ll have to refund everyone. Currently, I can’t even access the funds. You can still donate if you want, but you’ll be more sure to get money to Ahmed if you go to his blog and use his PayPal or Ko-Fi to donate directly.
EDIT 12/24: the fundraiser hit its goal! But the funds are still in limbo. GFM essentially concluded their questioning and told me that they will reach out when there’s a decision regarding whether or not I will be able to transfer the funds or if everyone will be refunded. I’m trying to at least pester them for a decision ASAP, but in the case of a refund, please pay attention to your email for the refund notification and re-send your money directly to Ahmed’s PayPal: @/ahmed94saad
EDIT 12/29: the good news is that GFM reached out to Ahmed directly, received his documentation, etc and it looks like they’re moving forward with lifting the hold on the account, hopefully. The bad news is that the cost of the permits has gone up in the time that this has taken. It’s $7500 per person now. I’ve adjusted the goal and re-opened donations accordingly.
"what use is it to be an illustrator of children's books when the world has sentenced the children of your country to the death penalty, to vanish, to genocide?"
some of baraa's illustrations:
this is an illustration for youssef, whose mother is remembered running desperately into the hospital asking if anyone had seen a "small white boy with beautiful curly hair, his name is youssef," a description which was remembered by millions when she finally identified his body:
this illustration is for young omar, who was hugging his little brother and teaching him how to repeat the shahada after him (a prayer spoken by muslims before their death) as he lay on his hospital bed:
"we want a new year that doesn't kill us or our children, we want it a year without blood, without screaming, without pain, we want a new attempt to get our lives back, or something that resembled our life, even if life is a lie we still cling to it, return life to us—a new year's card unlike any other year:"
However, I just spent 5 bucks to release a popcorn treat through the live chat for a whole flock of chickens on the other side of the world in a different hemisphere, and I got to watch them enjoy it live.
[“The doctor’s sentences were primarily interrogatory, and Mary Roberts and other patients had little institutional power in these exchanges. She could not command, advise, promise, swear, congratulate, thank, or excuse. The doctor next asked questions related to her “general mental attitude.”
[Has anything strange happened to you?
No sir, not much.
Ever hear voices talking to you?
I have always heard them.
How old were you when you first heard them?
When I was about 6 years old.
Whose voice was it?
I couldn’t tell.
What did the voice say?
It sounded like my dead brothers and sisters’ voices.
What did those voices say to you?
They didn’t sound very plain; just a kind of mumbling voice.]
Perhaps these voices were “mumbling,” but perhaps Mary Roberts at this point was exercising a bit of the rhetorical power allowed her. She could not refuse outright, but she could indirectly assert her voices’ mumbling unintelligibility within the framework of the doctor’s questions. The doctor asserted these to be auditory hallucinations, which would be convenient when it came time to diagnose her. The doctor asked next:
[Do you see strange things?
I don’t now but I have seen them.
What kind of strange things have you seen?
Anything that people see. Dogs and people with their heads off and people laughing and hollering and making a strange noise. You can see that any time.]
Dr. Cranston pressed his point, giving the patient a chance to recant:
[When you see those things, do you think they are real things?
No sir.
You just imagine you see them, don’t you?]
But then Mary Roberts seems to have decided to stick to her guns and not allow Dr. Cranston to bully her. In so doing, she moved the discussion up a notch into the metaphysical,taking Dr. Cranston to school. She explained to Cranston: They are real things, but they are not living things. Mary is challenging Cranston on what philosophers call “epistemology,” or how we know things, and “metaphysics,” the question of what is real. But Mary was not in control of the terms of debate or her circumstances. But if this were a debate, by my way of thinking Mrs. Roberts would have won it here.
The doctor pressed again, seeking to clarify the difference between imagining and physiologically hearing:
[Do you really hear those voices, or do you just imagine that you hear them?
I think they are actual voices.
Have you heard any lately?
Yes sir. ….
Do those voices tell you what to do?
Yes sir….
Do you have to obey them?
No sir.
Do those voices control your life?
No sir.]
Roberts asserted that she does not lose her autonomy to her voices, and they were not malevolent. She took Dr. Cranston to school again:
[Whose voices do you think they are?
I think they are my dead people’s voices. My dead sisters and brothers.
Do you think it is possible to hear the voice of a dead person?
Yes sir.
How can you hear them if they are dead?
I can see them too. That’s not strange about hearing a dead person’s voice. A lot of people die and then come back and talk. ….
Have you ever done anything that you just had a feeling that you can to do and couldn’t help it?
No sir. I can’t do any harm.
Why can’t you do any harm?
Because I can’t.”]
mab segrest, from administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the milledgeville asylum