Bedbound and paralyzed as the result of a car accident over half a year ago, he had not had a visitor from his family in months and was in desperate need of life-changing surgery that the Saudi Arabian could not afford.
Alone and isolated, there was not too much joy in Ibrahim’s life.
That was until he posted a tweet aimed at encouraging one of the few followers he had to come and visit as he lay paralysed in his bed.
With his tweet he hoped that at least one sympathetic person might hear his call and provide some much craved company for him.
What he did not expect was the social media storm that it would create.
Within one day Ibrahim’s tweet became the most retweeted message in Saudi Arabia’s Twitter history.
The hashtag #VisitIbrahim circulated through social media circles and within just 24 hours it had been retweeted over 200,000 times.
Not only that, but Ibrahim got a lot more than he bargained for when hundreds of people from all over Saudi Arabia came to visit him.
Clutching flowers, pizza and other gifts there were cues of hundreds of people outside the King Khalid University Hospital in the country’s capital Riyadh, all with the aim of meeting Saudi’s latest social media star.
The hospital became so busy that its officials had to put a temporary ban on all of its visitors as the number of people in the building was affecting the work of its staff.
Yet Ibrahim did not only benefit from the tweet in terms of footfall and flowers, so compelled were the Saudi Twitter community by Ibrahim’s story that they contributed financially towards the life-changing surgery Ibrahim dreamed of.
The surgery which would cost $130,000 and involve Ibrahim travelling to Germany was quickly covered by the generous donors from the oil rich middle-eastern country.
Pictures showing visitors posing, talking to and even feeding the paralyzed man were posted on Twitter.
It is now hoped a trip to Germany can be organised soon so that that Ibrahim can get the surgery he is so in need of.
I’m so happy to see joshi wrestling reach out to so many different people! If you’re unfamiliar and would like to see more of these two and their muscles, please follow them!
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.
do not let these mortal turmoils tarnish your golden soul
Look me in the eye and tell me if there’s any gesture out there that’s more caring and heart-meltingly affectionate (romantically or platonically) than fixing someone’s blanket while they’re asleep…bonus for when they leave an adoring kiss at the side of your face/your forehead.
• When people smile so wide, creases appear on their face. It’s like they’re so happy that they can’t keep it in
• Tanlines and age spots and freckles and scars and stretch marks and acne. Chapped lips, bleary eyes, broken nails, split ends. Anything that marks us as human and vulnerable and brave.
• h a n d s
• A stomach that has lots of rolls or none at all!!!!! It makes me so happy to think that that’s the place where your favourite foods are!!!!!!
1. I went shopping today and got great great deals on new workout tops! Weee! 2. I got 4/7 things from my to-do list done…at first was upset I didn’t do it all, but then happy that I was still productive. 3. (last night went downtown ice skating with friends, surrounded by stunning Christmas lights and didn’t fall down once…happened last night but still happy about it) 4. Got a new planner that is gorgeous, cannot wait to write things in it 5. Just got back from Zumba with my friend and currently laying on my living room floor, enjoying the flood of endorphins and surrounded by the cats.
Even though today had negative things in it, reflecting makes me realize that bad things don’t always make for a bad day. In creating this positive space, this girl is content tonight.
He was a very special delivery (via Santa) for a little girl this year. This week her mom messaged me and told me her daughter was so in love with and inspired by her plush, that she wants to learn how to crochet. She went out, picked out yarn, and she made her little dog Doug a tiny blanket.
Handmade happiness is truly one of the greatest magics around.
Thanks to a friendly commission challenge, the Monkey Bean pattern is complete. These little critters will make their way into the shop lineup early 2018.
Since I started my little creative endeavors online I have met some of the most truly beautiful souls. I recently had a fellow artist adopt this little white glittery pastel bunny for her daughter, Willow. Her daughter loved it so much, that she made a little clay replica of my bunny and sent it to me, just because.
Hollye is a very talented clay sculptor and I am so grateful for her incredible little gift, I can’t stand it. Not only is it about the cutest thing I have ever seen (and is beautifully made,) but it is so unreal that these goofy little round plushies of mine have managed to reach certain people in such a way. Anytime someone adopts one of my little Beans, there are no words for how amazing and validating it is. I’m sure so many of you fellow handmade hustlers understand. But to have this little tangible reminder on my desk every day is more than I ever thought could come of this.
Stay creative, because you never know what can come of it. And don’t forgot to pay moments of kindness forward, because it can mean more to people than they can explain. <3
You can find Hollye on Instagram WillowWorksStudioand her lovely little shop here, please check out her work, it is a guaranteed smile every time.
“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
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TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
I bought my mom her birthday present at Target and the cashier who rang me up figured out I was autistic by the way I walked. (On my toes, sometimes hopping, and my arms in the raptor hands position to hang onto my bag and my carry basket of stuff.)
He told me his daughter is autistic and she has a No Gloom ‘Shroom like mine, but hers is red.
He was super nice and asked if I flinch when people give me coins. YES, I do. He put one hand under mine when he handed me the coins, which saved me from dropping them all over the place. (Always happens >.<;; lol)
I asked him if he supports Autism Speaks and he said “Heck no, I pay attention to what you guys say. We do ASAN in my house. Red instead, right?”
I told him yes and that he’s awesome and hopped my way out to my mom.
thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time
my mother divorced my father when i was 7. it wasn’t because she was gay, though she did discover this later (another reminder that it’s okay to find out who you are at 40, at 50, etc, and also for who you are to change) but because she had thought he was the great love of her life and he turned out to be a shitty person.
my mother married my ma when i was 11. i think they do have a great love. i think they love each other the way you can when you’re middle aged – having seen the world, being able to see each other’s flaws, knowing themselves. they see each other in full, and they love each other and the world for it.
they dance on the street to buskers (very embarrassing when you’re twelve; very cute when you look back on it as an adult). i shit you not – they pass me their purses and dance on the sidewalk, laughing. i thought was something that only happened in movies.
my ma makes my mother eggs every morning because my mother can’t cook for shit. my mother presses my ma’s work blazers for her because my ma still can’t figure out how to work the new iron.
when it was warm, high-school me would wake up on the weekends and wander downstairs to find them sitting in the backyard in the sun, drinking coffee together and splitting the newspaper in a surgical, exact process since they’d worked out who wanted which sections years ago.
my mother is happier than she’s ever been. my ma, too. there is a future out there for every gay person who’s always known they’re gay, like my ma, and for everyone who figures it out later, like my mother. there’s time.
they’re growing old together. i cannot express to you how much they are leading happy lives, loving each other, with a huge family surrounding them. i cannot express to you how much they have this beautiful future that they are living and will live.
i want you to know, if you don’t have any older gays in your life: they’re out there. and they’re living these full, happy lives.
sometimes i look to my moms and i think, i want a life like yours. and looking at them makes me believe i will get it.
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