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Shoroshoro - The Sound Of Falling Water - Tumblr Blog
Dear Friends,
My name is Ola, and I am a mother of three young children. I have lost everything in the war. My husband, who left ten months ago before the war began, has been unable to return due to the closure of borders. In these harsh and unforgiving circumstances, I have lost my passion for life, and despair has filled my heart. The absence of my husband, the pillar of our family, has left me to face this nightmare alone.
With no income and no one to turn to, I have created a fundraising campaign, but it is struggling due to the lack of donations and the limited sharing of my story.
We desperately need your help to reach our goal so I can provide my children with a roof over their heads, food, water, and medicine. We are on the brink of losing hope.
Where is the world when a mother and her children are left to suffer in silence? Where are the human rights, the rights of children, the rights of women, in times like these?
Please, help us survive. Your donation, no matter how small, and your willingness to spread the word, can bring light back into our lives.
If you would like to check out our campaign, you can request our Instagram account, as Tumblr is very private to share our situations and actions.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
My campaign is vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.
Sincerely,
Ola,
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~ Six of the Twelve Divine Generals (Jūni shinshō).
十二神将像の内
Place of origin: Japan
Date: early 14th century
Period: Kamakura period (1185–1333)
Medium: Wood with lacquer, color, gold, and inlaid crystal eyes.
~ Shinto Goddess and Shinto God.
Date: 12th-13th century
Place of origin: Japan
Medium: Wood with color
Medicine Seller Unofficial Handbook Tip #84,271: "When you reach the human world, immediately locate a large, burly samurai. Become the bane of his existence. Harass him. Bother him. Beat him up a little. If circumstances permit, make it clear you want to f*ck him."
Please help me and my family 🙏
My friends, I would like to start by thanking you for your support and help for me and my family. Unfortunately, my account has been restricted for reasons I do not know. I kindly ask for your assistance in sharing my new account and giving hope to me and my family so we can live in a safe place. 😢 🇵🇸
I am Mohamed Hassouna, and I am communicating with you at a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 33 years old, married to Reham Hassouna, who is 28 years old, and together we have three beautiful children: Toleen, 7 years old, Tin, 5 years old, and Ratel, 2 years old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we are in... Desperately need your help 💔 🇵🇸
In an instant, the calm we knew disappeared. The echoes of war destroyed our existence, and all we were left with were the clothes we were wearing and the fragments of our shattered dreams. When we woke up to the harsh reality of displacement, we found solace in a makeshift tent
The once vibrant corridors of my work have been reduced to rubble, and the merciless hands of conflict have snatched away my means of livelihood.
Please, consider helping us during these critical times. Every donation, regardless of size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability and the opportunity to rebuild our lives 🙏🍉🍉
My campaign was vetted by ✅90-ghost🫂
Hm. This takes some explaining. I shared this illustration of Kon-Kusu inheriting the role of Shingi on Twitter, and shirousagi_mono wrote a story inspired by that idea! And I in turn was inspired to translate that story and drew some supplemental visuals for it!
English transcript below the cut.
DISCLAIMER This started out as a self-indulgent project to clumsily translate this story for myself. However, I became so enamored with it that before I knew it, I drew not only cover art but also various illustrations for each part of this story. The scope of this project has expanded far beyond my initial expectations.
I am an artist, not a writer. Furthermore, I am not an expert at the Japanese language. As such, this translation is far from perfect. Although I used Google Translate and DeepL, there may be parts of the story which I may have completely misinterpreted. A lot of nuances of the Japanese prose were also surely lost in translation. I tried to replicate an approximation of it in English, but again, I am not an expert on such matters.
Despite that, I am incredibly happy that this overseas collaboration is happening at all, and that our shared passion for Mononoke was what facilitated this connection. I can only hope that through the supplemental illustrations, the original narrative intentions of the author comes through.
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“Forgive me.”
It hurts, it cries. It hurts, it hurts!
The demonic wailing rises to ear-splitting shrieks.
Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!
The passion imbued in those wretched cries weigh down like great albatrosses in my heart.
The more I wield my blade, the more my soul becomes entangled in these heady emotions. But I grit my teeth and endure, swallowing all resentment and disappointment, envy and jealousy.
It is indescribable. My sword cuts through the tenuous threads of karma binding these hateful spirits helplessly raining curses upon this world.
I have long forgotten how to pray. Closing my eyes in helpless grief, I am unable to do anything but slash away with that jet black blade swaddled within the flickering blue flame.
***
The pale light of the full moon dances across the rippling waves. I have long become accustomed to the prickling cold against my clammy skin. The water laps at my existence, my senses rippling like fading echoes through its vast expanse.
A voice calls out to me. “Shingi-sama.”
Opening my eyes, I resurface to reality. The muted roar of the waterfall reverberates in my pointed ears. The cascading torrents sweep away my scarlet locks shimmering like a thin film across the water’s surface.
There is a figure stood on a distant shore. I wade towards them, wringing out the moisture in my hair.
“Are you well?” they ask.
“I am fine.”
They hands me my robes, which I accept with a shallow bow and slip onto my still dripping frame. The moisture soaks through the white fabric almost immediately. As the shining crimson fades from my hair, my minder watches on with unadulterated adoration etched upon their face.
Flustered, they avert their gaze. That gesture fills me with a strange sense nostalgia. I cannot help but stare back as they towel down my dripping hair and loosely gather the red-and-white strands into a braid.
“Somehow, this routine is soothing to me,” they confess with a sheepish smile. “Your hair is quite curly.”
Indeed, as they card through my locks, they twist and curl like crackling wildfire through their deft fingers. In the moonlight, the faintest shade of wisteria emerges from those silken locks. My unruly hair tamed into a tidy bun, they step back to admire their neat handiwork with their moon-pale gaze.
The sight of that innocent look constricts my chest with an aching familiarity.
I vehemently shake my head at this resurgence of long-buried memories. Once rekindled, those embers flare up into uncontrollable flames searing painful recollections into my heart. I know these emotions all too well.
My throat constricts in defiance. No. These are tulmultuous emotions are not my own. Not anymore.
“I’m here,” I say, steely voice concealing my heart’s turmoil. “I’m sorry.”
Plucking the mirror hanging from the sash of my other half, I toss it upwards with a practiced motion. It defies gravity, hanging eye level mid air. As it rotates lazily, my face comes into view. But it is not a familiar visage.
The reflection that gazes back at me is missing the black sclera of the my eyes and the crimson markings adorning my skin.
The warped reflection, wracked with grief and pain, stares back at me with pleading eyes.
I call out its name, long lost to time. Its eyes widen.
“You do not belong here,” I say to my past self. “Not yet.”
I reach out to the mirror.
“Go home.”
I crush the it in my fist. The shards melt harmlessly and trickle like ephemeral moonlight between my fingers.
***
I wake with a start. Gasping for breath, I take stock of sensations to ground me. Sticky sweat runs in rivulets down my skin. My chest barely cages the frantic pounding of my heart. I sweep away the stringy mop of pale lavender hair obscuring my vision.
A comfortingly familiar hand reaches out to me. He must have been roused by my unexpected awakening. I return the touch, and he squeezes my palm reassuringly. At last, my gaze shifts to my lover, moonlit eyes framed by a curtain of pitch black hair.
Yes, one day this will be my fate. It feels strange to think of myself in the future tense with such grim certainty. These stolen moments of the present – how foolish was to take them for granted until now? Gazing past my eyes into the depths of my heart, the god of the Kun exorcism sword interrogates my loud thoughts.
“What did you see?” he presses. “What did you mean by ‘my fate’?”
I wince at the graveness of his voice, but comply. Turning my thoughts inwards, I attempt to recall my nightmare. But the moment I touch upon it, it dissipates like mist. I gape helplessly as the dream loses shape.
“I–” I stammer. “I don’t remember. But–“
My racing heart still echoes feverishly in my head. My eyes dart back to my god and soulmate. As he leans over me, his dark hair falls around me like a protective cage. My throat tightens with an inexplicable grief. Despite my fading memories, there is one thing I know for certain.
“I’m scared of losing you.”
As that confession spills from my lips, my eyes grow hot. A stifling fear threatens to tear out of my trembling frame. It is such a childish cliche. Once said aloud, those words will surely become a prophetic truth. I cling to my other half’s pale sleeve as if in desperate prayer. My inability to push him away in my moment of vulnerability fills my eyes to the brim with unshed tears.
Those moon-pale eyes widen. I am stunned by the emotion flickering past his usual stone-faced expression. Before I can think more of it, his large hand obscures my vision like the moon eclipsing the sun.
“Go back to sleep. Forget this ever happened.”
At that soft spoken benediction, the fear wracking my body is snatched away along with my fretful consciousness. His sad voice follows me into a dreamless abyss.
“You should not look into the future.”
If this was truly my future, is it worth continuing down this path? As my eyes drift shut, the desire to give voice to that fading question forms silent tears trickling down my cheek.
Our life has become difficult to reach.
when will this suffering end?
and how long will it continue?
save my family from this unjust reality.
what is their fault to live a life like this?
what is the crime of living like this?
please, your support is the only way to safety.
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Also, it is vetted by Femme Intifada on telegram and butterfly effect group on instagram.
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Please listen to me 🙏🥺
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Hello world
I have appeared to you in the video to explain to you about my suffering and living with my family and how we live our difficult situations in the hope of your help for us Please do not hesitate to do that we need help and my father is an old man who needs care and care and good food and all of that I can provide through your donation to not skimp on the least donation that makes a big difference in our lives
Thank you for your support
A few frames from my WIP animatic! Maybe I'll finish it before the end of the year (highly unlikely) or before the second movie comes out (also unlikely)!
New Releases
Hiya All (｡◕‿◕｡) Today we have a plethora of releases to share with everyone! First up is chapter 18 of Boku no Danna-sama (My Dear Husband) by Naono Bohra which marks the start of volume 4! Next up we have the Trip Lovers -Fly- Dj by Naono Bohra. Many thanks to Fujoshi Bitches for providing the scans. Been sitting on this one for a while so I'm happy that we are finally able to release it. We also have episode 6 of Tonari no Hyakkai Kenbunroku by Watanuki Yoshiko. I can't wait until you all see what happens in the next volume. It had me like ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?
My Dear Husband 18: (Media Fire) (MEGA) Trip Lovers -Fly-: (Media Fire) (MEGA) Tonari no Hyakkai Kenbunroku Ep 6: (Media Fire) (MEGA)
Lastly we are sharing the start of a new series. A special release on behalf of the mysterious Kusuriuri. Chapter 1 and 2 of Mononoke: Karakasa by Kitsuneko Nagata.
Mononoke: Karakasa Ch 1: (Media Fire) (MEGA) Mononoke: Karakasa Ch 2: (Media Fire) (MEGA) Enjoy all the new releases and Happy Reading~!
Urgent help
I am Ola Ferwana from Palestine ,Gaza. I'm a mother of 3 kids Yamen, Qusai and Mira. My husband travelled to Egypt to get medicines before 2 days of the war 7 of October on Gaza and he was stuck in Egypt until this moment.
I faced very great challenges and responsibilities of my three children in the absence of my husband, as he had traveled and the crossing was closed and we could not see each other. The amount of suffering I was feeling cannot be described as still being in the north of Gaza.I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a plea for urgent assistance. I have left my home and have been displaced more than 8 times with my children. I am living in the war_torn region of Gaza, facing unimaginable challenges, with lack of water, food scarcity, and constant threats to their safety.
This is our street of my house, the Israeli occupation damaged all the houses.
I have delivered a girl baby,Mira , through the war, She was 10 months old and my husband didn't see her until this moment.
Yaman was 7 years old, and his simplest dream was to complete the first grade at school, but his school was completely destroyed. He lost the most beautiful thing that he was happy with and enjoyed that he had reached this stage.
Qusai is 5 years old, and until this moment I do not have the courage to tell him that his kindergarten was also destroyed, the first place and refuge in which he was happy, but in this war he lost everything beautiful. He lost his father’s hug, which was his only refuge when he slept at night, telling him his daily story to fall asleep safety.
Mira, my daughter, who had never seen an hour or a moment devoid of fear, came into this world and was surprised by a war that destroyed many, many things. It destroyed her house and her room, which I was waiting for as I prepared and brought her all the beautiful clothes and colorful dresses she needed. She was surprised by the sound of missiles. She could not sleep because of it. My husband hopes to get a smile and a hug from her daughter Which he had been waiting for some time.
We lack of the basic human needs, no food no electricity no water. We were poisoned and infected because of the unhealthy water that we drink.
My three children and I had to be hospitalized. We suffered from liver dysfunction as a result of malnutrition, widespread diseases, and recurring infection.
During this period, I felt remorseful about how difficult it is for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick.
The Rafah border crossing, which is the only way to escape from the war, is closed now.
I hope to provide us by giving support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage of Egypt through the borders. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with absence of children needs like milk, diapers, with no food. Please help us by donation to stay a live and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as you can as possible .
https://gofund.me/4e896ac1
If it is opened, I can't go to Egypt as I don't have the money because my husband is the sole breadwinner for my family.
Thank you for your kindness, empathy and generosity during this challenging time.With sincere thanks and warm regards,
Note: my campaign is vetted by Femme intifada on telegram
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Please donate or share it as much as you can
Every donation make a different for me.
This is the link
https://gofund.me/4e896ac1
Thank you,
Ola
Kitagawa Utamaro, Geisha (Geigi), from the series “Three Amusements of Contemporary Beauties" (“Tosei bijin san’yu”), 1795
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I am Imtithal from North Gaza, I share with you the deep sorrow of my family from Gaza, so I created this campaign for him to try to help him and his family. I know that donations are not easy in these times, but I believe that every contribution has the power to change someone's life.
That is why I am participating in this campaign
with all my faith, not only to keep them saved, but also to protect their dreams and help them get out of Gaza. I am Imtithal from Gaza, I lost all my dreams and my job as a dentist, I lost my home, I lost my brother Obaida who was killed and he had young children, and my family lost their entire livelihood because of this war in Gaza. We live in miserable conditions and live in poor conditions with my family of 35, most of whom are young children. We are always trying hard to provide a living as hunger and thirst kill us. The scene continues, full of depression, sadness, fear and horror. The siege imposed on us, the
genocide that follows us, all kinds of torment and suffering, the spread of diseases, all of this and more kills life in Gaza, kills our existence, and our lives have turned into an endless nightmare, amidst hopes hanging by a thin thread. We are suffering now, and we do not know what tomorrow will bring. We do not know when this war will end!!! Because we have lost everything beautiful, we are about to lose more. We face harsh conditions and a dark future for our lives, displacement, poverty and pain. But there is a glimmer of hope with your help and generous donations. We can leave Gaza and build a new life and rise from the rubble. Every small donation can make a big difference. That is why I seek through your donations. To get out at a time when an individual pays huge sums of money ranging between ($5,000, $10,000) per person. My family and I are in dire need to get out of Gaza so that we do not lose our lives, and we also need to rebuild our lives again, so that we can rise and return as we were. A new home, the opening
Dear Friends,
My name is Ola, and I am a mother of three young children. I have lost everything in the war. My husband, who left ten months ago before the war began, has been unable to return due to the closure of borders. In these harsh and unforgiving circumstances, I have lost my passion for life, and despair has filled my heart. The absence of my husband, the pillar of our family, has left me to face this nightmare alone.
With no income and no one to turn to, I have created a fundraising campaign, but it is struggling due to the lack of donations and the limited sharing of my story.
We desperately need your help to reach our goal so I can provide my children with a roof over their heads, food, water, and medicine. We are on the brink of losing hope.
Where is the world when a mother and her children are left to suffer in silence? Where are the human rights, the rights of children, the rights of women, in times like these?
Please, help us survive. Your donation, no matter how small, and your willingness to spread the word, can bring light back into our lives.
If you would like to check out our campaign, you can request our Instagram account, as Tumblr is very private to share our situations and actions.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
My campaign is vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.
Sincerely,
Ola,
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Donation protected
I am Imtithal from North Gaza, I share with you the deep sorrow of my family from Gaza, so I created this campaign for him to try to help him and his family. I know that donations are not easy in these times, but I believe that every contribution has the power to change someone's life.
That is why I am participating in this campaign
with all my faith, not only to keep them saved, but also to protect their dreams and help them get out of Gaza. I am Imtithal from Gaza, I lost all my dreams and my job as a dentist, I lost my home, I lost my brother Obaida who was killed and he had young children, and my family lost their entire livelihood because of this war in Gaza. We live in miserable conditions and live in poor conditions with my family of 35, most of whom are young children. We are always trying hard to provide a living as hunger and thirst kill us. The scene continues, full of depression, sadness, fear and horror. The siege imposed on us, the
genocide that follows us, all kinds of torment and suffering, the spread of diseases, all of this and more kills life in Gaza, kills our existence, and our lives have turned into an endless nightmare, amidst hopes hanging by a thin thread. We are suffering now, and we do not know what tomorrow will bring. We do not know when this war will end!!! Because we have lost everything beautiful, we are about to lose more. We face harsh conditions and a dark future for our lives, displacement, poverty and pain. But there is a glimmer of hope with your help and generous donations. We can leave Gaza and build a new life and rise from the rubble. Every small donation can make a big difference. That is why I seek through your donations. To get out at a time when an individual pays huge sums of money ranging between ($5,000, $10,000) per person. My family and I are in dire need to get out of Gaza so that we do not lose our lives, and we also need to rebuild our lives again, so that we can rise and return as we were. A new home, the opening
Hand-colored photo of merchants selling silk bolts for the making kimonos. Right-side view. 1900-1910, Japan, by photographer Teijiro Takagi
Hello, my name is Raneen Ibrahim from Gaza. Due to the fierce war, I was displaced to the southern part of Gaza in Rafah then we moved to Deir al-Balah after the invasion of Rafah.. We have endured a lot and witnessed death firsthand, yet miraculously, we are still alive.
My home in Gaza has been completely destroyed. The apartment that housed our memories and lives has been reduced to rubble, resulting in approximately $80,000 in damages. Everything I had saved up was invested in it - our memories, our lives, and precious belongings - all gone.
My daughter Julia is suffering from shortness of breath due to the smell of rockets and war debris scattered in the streets. Hospitals are no longer available as they used to be to provide her with the necessary care.
I implore you, please help us rebuild. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant difference in restoring normalcy to our shattered lives. Your generosity will not only provide us with shelter but also hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Thank you for your kindness and support during this difficult time.
As we progress, please be aware that cousin of Husband (Mahmoud Bakroon), Sami Bakroon, will kindly take charge of managing the funds. He will initiate the evacuation process using the resources we have gathered. We are grateful for your understanding and ongoing support in this endeavor.
Sami, being in Germany, can receive money because GoFundMe only supports bank transfers to 19 countries, including Germany.
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Please help my children
I am Hala, a Palestinian from Gaza, I created this account to help myself and my family manage our affairs in this brutal war, we are living through events that resemble a nightmare.
We are trying to live in harsh and difficult conditions under brutal and violent bombardment
We are trying to raise money so that I and my family can leave Gaza
The cost of crossing to Egypt is very high.
I ask you to support me so that I can get my family and children out of Gaza. The registration and exit fees are very expensive, and our loss of everything has prevented this. The children have lost the ability and desire to speak. They are suffering from hunger and fear.
We are living in difficult conditions, we do not have food or clean water, our children are suffering, I need your support to work to save us from the exhausting hell of war, we have lost all the necessities of life, we need a lot to be able to live with this disaster, your support will contribute to alleviating our suffering.
Thank you in advance for everything.
Silk furisode, (Back view), 1995, Japan by artist Takuo Itoh. MET Museum (Gift of Takuo Itoh, 1997)
’The resist-dye art of “shibori” is exquisitely represented by this “furisode” (swinging sleeves) kimono for a young woman. A technique dated to at least the Silk Road era, “shibori” utilizes folding, stitching, binding, sheathing, and knotting to protect areas of fabric from penetration during dyeing. A dyer must plot his design exactly on the fabric yardage because kimono size and shape are standardized and the textiles have a fixed loom width, rarely being cut during garment construction. The uninterrupted back area is traditionally the focus for display, and Itoh’s virtuoso craftsmanship achieves a continuous pattern that impressively crosses the center-back seam and makes the jump between body and sleeve. Additionally, this magnificent design exhibits extreme intricacy of composition, resist knotting (each hand tied eleven times), and pigmentation. Itoh’s revival of the virtually lost technique of including as many as 3,600 knots per square “shaku” (approximately one square foot) results in exceptional detail and vibrancy, demanding as much as two years of labor for each masterpiece.’