The best thing about new zealand english is we get to pick and choose what we like from american english and british english.
The bad thing is that sometimes we choose wrong.
Like. Americans have fries and chips vs brits have chips and crisps. Both valid.
Here? We have chips and chips.
Youd think it’d be fine and that you can figure out which one a person is talking about from context but trust me a good percentage of the time you cannot. And often the person will try to differentiate them by clarifying they meant “Potato chips” only for them to realise a second later that both chips are made from potatoes
I shouldn’t make fun but that last part is DEEPLY hilarious to me
as a Canadian it’s so calming to find out this is a problem somewhere else
Australian here: we can clarify by amending it to “hot chips”, but only if you’re talking about hot chips. Otherwise you’re stuck saying “you know, chips chips” and miming opening a plastic bag.
Just to confuse matters more, in the United States, Pringles are labeled “Potato Crisps”. They are not legally allowed to be called “potato chips.”
We have ‘hot chips’ as a clarifying term right here in Aotearoa too, and i am perplexed by OP simply not mentioning that detail. in fact, as decidedly not logical as it is, the differentiation has for my entire life been between “hot chips” and “potato chips” so using the latter isn’t unclear at all
Here is our story - Ever since the morning of the 7th of October, none of our lives have been the same. Everything in our lives has been disrupted. The first night since the beginning of the war, our home got partially destroyed because of a very close Israeli strike.
Despite the damage, we stayed home for another two weeks until suddenly and without preparation, we were told to evacuate our homes and we’d be in danger. From this moment our endless journey of suffering and pain began.
Throughout this journey, we later Knew that our home of three floors where my family and my uncle-in-law family live. My uncle family of 5 members did not leave our home and it has got bombed directly and completely destroyed and all of them were martyred.
My father-in-law his heart could not bear all this pain and all this grief; so he got sick. He found himself living the darkest of realities and through the scarcity of medicine and lack of medical resources in the hospitals, he passed away.
My husband, Waseem, was very sad, and my daughters missed their grandfather, who used to play with them and bring them toys.
The situation was very difficult for my children, and my eldest daughter, Mira, kept crying and wanted to go and see her grandfather, and she did not realize that he had gone and would never return.
So we moved in with my husband, children, and I, full of great sadness, with my mother and two brothers, who are the only survivors of my family; They are all that I have left, and I hope that we will all escape with our lives outside of war and destruction, and that my children will survive. We do not want to lose them.
Our future has become unknown, our present is unbearable, unlivable by human standards. We’re stuck in a harsh reality each moment. We live in a constant state of sounds of explosions, bullets raining down on us, artillery shells, and warplanes dropping destructive missiles on us every day.
In addition to our ongoing suffering to this day: lack of resources, humanitarian aid, medicine, and food. We can barely find food for my girls, as they eat one meal during the day and spend the rest of the day crying.
This is my daughters enjoying a life before 7th October.
But now my princess Mira stay alone all the time remember her previous life, her school, her friends, our beautiful life, and all places we were visited with Mira and Nadia as a beautiful family and still cry I need my school, I need my friends, I need my toys.
This is the cry of a mother and father. We hope that our children will be given the opportunity to live in peace and security and have access to food and a safe life like the rest of the children of the world everywhere.
Now I am pregnant in the 4th month , and I don’t know how I will get the baby, there is no hospitals , no pregnancy care , no food , no clean water, so I am worried about this pregnant with these circumstances.
Maybe this fundraising effort is like a beacon in the darkness, our sole source of hope that we hold onto tightly. I urge the world to listen to my plea and the sorrowful cries of my Gaza kin. We desperately require the helping hand that can dry our tears and lead us to safety.
Your contribution is more than just money; it’s a chance to reconstruct life and illuminate a brighter future. Join us in shaping a tale of hope, as we rely on your support to begin afresh.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The objective of this fundraising drive is to secure the passage of my family, comprising my husband, two daughters, mother, two brothers, and myself, through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt. Presently, this journey necessitates £5000 per person. This campaign stands as our sole opportunity for survival, and I earnestly implore your aid during this pivotal juncture. Rest assured, I will furnish you with a detailed breakdown of the expenses, vowing transparency, and lucidity throughout.
The best part of a story is when the protagonist’s rival and thematic foil gets framed or hunted down or something by The System and they show up unexpectedly on the protagonist’s doorstep asking for help because they didn’t have anywhere else to go
I'm writing to you in hopes that you will help me by donating, sharing, or reblogging the gofundme link. I need those donations to save my family from the war that destroyed my home and work and the death of some of my family members 😢😥
I am also five months pregnant and need proper health care and medication 🚨
Every donation, share, or reblog contributes to saving our lives from this war 😢🙏
Thank you for your trust and support 🌹
Kia ora Hadeel,
Of course, I’ll do what little I can. I’ll also schedule your post to reblog later in the day.
Everyone, Hadeel has already lost much of her family to this genocide. She and the few who remain are faced with constant danger and are lucky to get so much as a single meal a day right now. She’s also pregnant, which adds further danger and potential health problems to staying in Gaza. She’s a little less than halfway to her goal right now, and needs every donation she can get. She can be helped here, and she has broken down the specifics of the expenses involved. Her story has also been vetted. Please donate if you can, and share again if you can’t.
We struggle daily to survive in an environment filled with threats and dangers.
We are originally from the north of the Gaza Strip, but at the beginning of the war we were displaced several times without anything. Our house was completely destroyed and we are now homeless.
We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to cover the costs needed to escape to a safe environment and to cover the needs of my child, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure the safety of our family.
We are in desperate need of your support. Any donation, no matter how small, can help save our lives. Thank you for your attention and support during these harsh times.
