like thinking about “ethical vampirism” in a piece of fiction starts with the basic question of “can a vampire drink blood without killing someone”? but even just the answer to that spins off a whole bunch of others about the morality of killing to survive, who you can kill and still (metaphorically) sleep at night, or whether it’s okay to drink blood if it doesn’t kill someone but leaves them traumatised, what other effects (thralling, turning) not fully drinking someone might have, and so on!!
i feel like its important to remember then that “a vampire” isn’t a thing that exists but is a literary tool for exploring a bunch of different themes, ideas, motifs, political stances, aesthetics, etc etc. theres no “canon” or “true” or “correct” version of “a vampire” and so theres no definitive answers to what “a vampire” entails, embodies, or teaches, EXCEPT that it’s always horny
Hello, my name is Amani Yassin. I am 40 years old, a wife, and a mother of 6 children 💕. I write these words with a heavy heart and a desperate hope that someone might help us. Our lives, as we once knew them, have been torn apart by the war in Gaza. We had a home once, a place filled with love and dreams. But now, we are homeless, living in a tent that barely shields us from the scorching heat of summer or the biting cold of winter ❄️☀️.
My family consists of 8 members: my husband Mohammad, myself, and our children: Malak (19 👩🎓), Rami (17 👦), Hassan (15 👦), Mustafa (12 👦), Misk (7 👧), and our youngest, Yasser (4 👶). Like many families in Gaza, we have been displaced three times. Our home was completely destroyed, and we lost everything 🏚️💔.
Before the war, I worked as a hairstylist 💇♀️. I owned a small beauty salon, which was my pride and the main source of our income. The war reduced my salon to rubble, along with the dreams of the women who worked with me. My husband Mohammad was a carpenter, and he had a small workshop that also got destroyed. Now, we are left without any income and no way to provide for our family 😔.
The most painful part is watching my children suffer 😢. My oldest daughter, Malak, was preparing for her wedding. We had her home, furniture, and all the arrangements ready, but the war took everything from her. Her dreams of marriage and a future were shattered along with everything we owned.
Our youngest son, Yasser, who is just 4 years old, is suffering from a severe skin condition 🩹. His body is covered in painful rashes, and due to the lack of medical care, we have not been able to diagnose or treat his condition 🏥.
Life in the tent is unbearable 😔. The food and water are often contaminated 💧🍞 due to poor sanitation, and we live surrounded by waste and insects. The constant threat of bombing and destruction haunts us every day. My children are terrified, and the fear in their eyes never leaves 😢.
Despite all this devastation, we still hold on to hope. But we need your help to survive. We are asking for urgent donations to provide our family with food, water, and medicine 💊. We also need help to gather enough funds to escape to a safe country like Egypt 🌍, where we can rebuild our lives. This requires more than we can afford, and we cannot do it alone.
Please, if you can, help save my family from this nightmare 🔥. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference 🙏. Help us survive, give us a chance to rebuild, and bring hope back to our lives 🌈.
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