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"You handled it so well."

No. No. I did not.

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And I'm going to make it through the next few months even if it kills me

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And for some reason, my entire soul left with her.

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"I can't promise always get everything right- sometimes I'll be stubborn, or late, or miss important events or eat the last slice of pizza without asking. But I do promise this: my heart is yours, my soul is yours, my loyalty is to you, and I will always stick with you, even on the hard days. I vow to keep trying, always, to love you better because I could not possibly love you more."

Guess I lied...

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Sigh. Strangers Again.

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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Hello this is my old Account and I recently started writing the book with these characters.

Forgotten US: https://www.wattpad.com/story/281117993?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=1SnowRose1

hear me out, a kanthony inspired hizzie fic where klaus and hayley are happily married and have seven other children

this is perfect bc h is the eighth letter in the alphabet so if hope has seven other siblings they can all also be in descending order

hope and her pretentious little british accent and lizzie trying to present josie to the ton (who has her own little subplot with penelope) and yelling "you VEX me" and "elizabeth saltzman" and hmmm ok fic forming

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Snowflake pt.1

Melisende p.o.v

"And this is your roommate, Philomena," my tour guide, Rose, a relatively tall redhead, introduced me while handing me the room keys. Philomena didn’t even spare me a glance.

Philomena—that’s a mouthful, though I have no room to talk—kept her back turned to me while I unpacked. All I could see was her lower back-length straight platinum blonde hair and what she was wearing— a sports bra and spandex shorts. She seemed to be doing her makeup or something and After about five minutes, she got up and left.

After getting settled in, I headed down to the common area. I had overheard someone saying that every week, a guy named Zeke hosts a screening of classic shows. I’m only interested because Rose mentioned that Zeke was a fraternity leader, meaning he likely knew a lot of influence on campus. This likely means there will be many people at his screening, and I am in desperate need of friends.

I mean... I only started college because no one in the real world would take me seriously without an A-class education, so I might as well make some friends while I'm at it. Besides, tonight is girls’ night, with only girls allowed, except for Zeke since he’s the host apparently.

Walking into the common room, the couches and television stand were moved against the walls, leaving the rest of the room empty except for a small table and —I froze— the hottest girl I’d ever seen in my life. Based on her hair and clothes—or lack thereof—I’m pretty sure she’s my roommate.

The girl was short, probably around 5'5", but she was Well-built and Sexy. As I stood there observing the girl, I suddenly felt a little light-headed. I found myself thanking a God I didn’t believe in for the goddess who was about to be my entertainment for the night.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a knot now, with strands falling loosely around her face, making me want to tangle my hands into her hair. I wanted her legs wrapped around my waist and to drown in her smell.

She had to be here on a sports scholarship; no one looked that good for fun. Licking my lips, I contemplated if I should say hello. I had ridden a motorcycle off a cliff and laughed like a maniac throughout the whole fall, but the thought of talking to this girl was terrifying. What if I said the wrong thing? What if I accidentally told her I loved her?

Steeling myself, I nodded. I was going to talk to her. I would find out her full name, become her friend, and then learn everything about her online. Just say hi, I told myself. Don't tell her you want to tie her to a bed and lick the sweat from her perfect abs.

I took a step forward, and the girl's blue-green eyes snapped up. Stumbling, I flushed. Her face was intimidating, and I felt instinctively that this girl would tear me apart if I approached her. I sucked in a shaky breath and tried to smile, but she just stared back blankly.

Her eyes ran down my body, and I suddenly remembered I was wearing my panda-spotted pyjamas. The beautiful woman sat back, the corners of her lips turning up slightly, but she didn't laugh; she just met my eyes and raised an eyebrow. There might still be a chance.

"Philomena!" A guy I could only assume to be Zeke called from behind me. "Ready to watch *The Goddaughter*?"

I closed my eyes, letting go of any hope I had. A girl like that didn't want to talk to me, I told myself. I sighed. I was a badass mountain biker who'd broken almost every bone, but I'd never done more than boring, one-night hook-ups, and I was starting to believe I'd never have the kind of fun I craved. I wanted passion, pain, and someone, preferably my roommate to make me scream.

Opening my eyes again, I saw that Zeke had stepped between us and was now holding a conversation with her. Turning towards the TV area, I started walking to the couches. "Is it just us tonight?" I asked Rose, who had just arrived.

"No," Rose answered, walking around the couch and sitting down. She curled her legs under her. "The girls here are barely ever on time."

She patted the spot next to her. Smiling, I walked over, dropped down in the centre of the couch, and pulled my legs up. Zeke turned the TV on as I spread a blanket over myself. It was always nice to spend time with other girls.

My previous career choice was completely male-dominated. Trainers, competitors, and even those who only did it as a hobby were usually men. When I was around girls like Rose, I almost felt normal. Though, I'd feel even more normal if I was dating someone. Unable to help myself, I glanced over the back of the couch, but the shorter girl was gone.

I heard laughter, and a moment later, almost twenty girls walked into the common area. Sighing, I turned back to the TV. Any chance I had of kissing that miraculous work of art was gone. The flock of girls in pyjamas flooded around the room. At this point, I was well reminded of how much being the new girl sucked. I watched them settle onto the floor and the other couches. The spot to my right remained empty. No one wanted to sit next to me, it seemed.

A TV commercial came on, and I looked away, letting my mind wander. I could do the usual and go out and hook up with someone, but would it be enough?

"Is this seat taken?" a smooth voice asked from beside me, interrupting my thoughts. A shiver ran down my spine at the sound, and I turned to look at the owner. My roommate stood at the end of the couch, one finger pointing at the empty seat next to me.

I shook my head. "No. Go ahead." My voice sounded shaky. I could probably race around Mount Everest and be fine, but the cool look on this girl's face made my heart pound.

She sat and pulled her legs onto the couch, and her knee brushed my blanket. I swallowed hard and turned back to the TV.

The show was starting, but I couldn't focus on it. In front of me, the girls were talking amongst themselves, oblivious to how close Philomena and I were sitting. I felt like I was covered in goosebumps.

One of the girls on the other side of Rose leaned forward to look around at me. "Melisende, right? Room 310?"

I nodded and watched Philomena's jaw tighten from the corner of my eye. Speaking of names...Philomena was unique. Never mind what I said before about it being a mouthful; I loved it. I imagined saying it and tried to feel it on my tongue. That was a name begging to be whispered—no, gasped.

"I'm Joy, the student council rep for our year." She reached her hand across Rose. "Nice to meet you."