r/ANI_COMMUNISM

I opened the University of Sheffield website again today.

I hadn’t done that in a while.

When I first got my acceptance, I was on there almost every day. I’d look at the campus, student accommodation, even just wandering around nearby streets on Google Maps. It was like… an escape I guess. A way to imagine something outside of everything happening here.

Then I stopped.

At some point it just started hurting too much. Because getting accepted wasn’t the hard part. Leaving Gaza, covering the costs, actually making it there… that part was still impossible. So I just stopped opening it.

Then I posted here.

I didn’t really know what would happen. I just felt like I had run out of options.

And over the past few days… things changed more than I expected.

We’re now more than halfway to the first goal. From complete strangers.

Today I opened the website again.

It felt different this time. I can’t really explain it properly. Just… less heavy.

I’m still scared. I don’t want to believe it too early. There’s still a long way to go before anything actually becomes real.

But I wanted to come back and say thank you.

To everyone who donated, shared, or even just read the post and cared for a second.

It really did change things for me.

If anyone else is able to help push this a bit further, the link is still there.

I don’t really know how to end this. I just didn’t want to disappear without saying anything.

for the proletariat and oppressed

I filmed this video of my little brother today.

He was running around smiling and playing, and for a second it looked like such a normal childhood moment. But when I looked at what he was actually playing with, it broke me.

He had taken a cola can and turned it into something like a little fan, then stuck it onto an empty water bottle. He runs while holding the bottle, and because of the air, the fan spins. That became his toy. That became his game.

And the worst part is that he genuinely loves it.

I keep watching him and thinking: how did it come to this? How did children in Gaza get reduced to making toys out of trash and ruins just to have one small moment of fun? Why does my little brother have to search for happiness in an empty bottle and a cola can instead of having real toys, a safe playground, and a normal life like any child anywhere else?

He doesn’t have parks to run in. He doesn’t have safe streets. The streets around us are destroyed. Childhood here has been stripped down to survival, and even play has become something children have to invent from whatever they can find around them.

It hurts me in a way I can’t fully explain. Because he is still just a child. He should be worrying about cartoons, toys, and games. Not growing up surrounded by destruction. Not learning how to make a toy out of scraps because there is nothing else.

People always talk about the numbers coming out of Gaza, but behind every number is a child like my brother. A child trying to create joy with almost nothing. A child who still deserves softness, safety, laughter, and a real childhood.

I’m sharing this because I want people to see what this war has done, even to the smallest details of life. Not only the deaths, not only the hunger, not only the destruction. But also what it steals from children day by day is their normal lives, their innocence, and the simple things that should never have been taken from them in the first place.

My little brother deserved better than this. Every child here does.

First they talk about "reactionaries are all paper tigers"

Then this, definitely not something i expected

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