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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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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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You guys I finally got a job as a waitress idk if I like it lowkey but it’s honest work ig

I fucking WISH I could be a sugar baby if anyone knows where to find non-scam sugar daddies lmk thanks

I also might get hired at a boutique soon so hopefully that works out because it’s a super cute shop I would love to be seen working there

Edit: it hasn’t even been an hour and scam sugar daddies are messaging me I was JOKING I don’t actually want a sugar daddy

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Bro is not beating the autism allegations.

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I’ll lowkey never find love because outside of my standards being unrealistic and unbelievably high because of the cute dating shows I watch and the dating sims I play, I made up a boyfriend. In my head. Like four years ago. He is 100% not real and I know that but like I made him the perfect guy in my head I gave him a name and a life story and personality likes and dislikes everything, I gave him a family and his family members names and faces, down to the tiniest details and I can’t get over him because he’s literally perfect even with his imperfections and I know he’ll never be real and it’s so sad because I’d rather die alone than find someone else. Even though I know he’s not real trying to find love in other people feels like cheating like I care about his not real feelings and his not real thoughts about me and stuff. I think about the future I made up kids for us and we named them and writing this out it makes me realize I might be insane and the limerence will grind me into the ground and destroy my being I will succumb to the heartbreak of him not being real. I gave us an entire life together, the kids, a house, literally I know exactly the city we’d live and everything what do I do. Actually don’t answer that it was rhetorical it just feels good to admit that even though I know I’ll never move on from him, like even if I changed the story to be that he died young so I can not be with him anymore I would just not love again because I’ve tried it and that feels like cheating too. Lowkey so lonely I’ve made us a whole friend group too like I have no irl friends that I go out and do things while I just go out and do things by myself and pretend the whole time that my “boyfriend” and my “friends” are really there even though they’re not and they’re not as detailed as him but they’re defo not just blank faces or anything either. In conclusion I know I’m crazy and I just wanted to write about it. Thanks. Briardoll out.

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Lemme see more of locket my cutesy lemon cake bri bri

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OFFICIALLY 18!!!!!!!!!

I get to write smut now ♡

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update his name is Locket!!! Like a pretty silver locket, bc he’s grey and he’s got a little spot on his chest/neck that makes it look like he’s wearing a locket!

I just got a kitten for Christmas help what do I call him (something cute and aesthetic) he is so sweet and likes to talk

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I would feel bad for the CEO, but my insurance doesn’t cover empathy, support, or well wishes for out of network- overly rich- disgustingly greedy- and I know we’re not supposed to make fun of people’s looks but (and I will include his picture) flat out rat faced ugly CEOs, I mean he literally has the face of a rat you just have to add whiskers and ears

Something I find very interesting about this CEO assassination is that the guy who did it has basically become an American hero.

They're probably quite worried about what will happen when they catch this guy, especially with the level of public support he has. If they catch him alive and he gets to air his grievances, he could unite the entire country against the private healthcare system. It could go to trial and result in jury nullification, which would basically send a message to the American public that catching a rich body comes without consquences.

If they kill him to keep his mouth shut, I'd say people will burn cities to the ground, and it could potentially provoke even more anger against private health insurance. In a powder keg, it only takes one person lighting the match.

I know it sounds over the top, but a figurehead is a powerful thing, and that's what this shooter is. The rich understand it. That's why Blue Cross just magically decided they were going to pay for anesthesia again. Those dead-eyed psychopaths were going to take everything they could until someone shot that guy and that's the gospel truth.

Keep the hate fire burning. Watching their fear is the closest I've come to knowing joy since the Bush administration.

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Maybe even a “my name is..” 😀

To the one artist that keeps drawing fangs Lucifer I hope your entire life is blessed istg

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Just thought I’d mention that when my bio says “learning French but I’m not very good yet” I mean when I speak it 😭 😭 😭 I suck at it so baddddd idk what to do my sister makes fun of me for it when I try, it’s so sad 😞 😞

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Obey me headcanons - édition française ♡ deuxième jour

Un défi où j’écris fanfiction en française !

Merci pour lire!!

- Mammon dépense tout son argent sur toi quand il voit ton en ligne achats panier complet. Il aime pour voir ton visage confus se transformer en un sourire timidité et heureux (╹◡╹）♡

- un démons peut régénérer leurs corps extrêmement rapidement, leurs entier corps. Perdu un bras? C’est complètement de retour dans 2 jours. Perdu un dents? Ne prend que quelques secondes. Si je devenais une démone, je pourrais verser de l’eau de javel dans mon yeux et ils guériraient en quelques minutes seulement. (Ils ont tellement de chance :,( Je veux essayer de me couper la main et de la voir repousser – à des fins éducatives bien sûr.)

- Beel aime à regarder la pluie tomber. Lorsqu'il étudie, cela l'aide à se concentrer sur ce qu'il étudie. Belphie aime ça aussi.

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C’est un Bonne idée

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Obey me headcanons - édition françiase (je ne sais pas comment dire ‘headcanons’ en française 😢 j'espère que ce sont corrects)

- Lucifer est un fan de musique R&B, et il l’encoute parfois avec Mammon.

- Un chat une fois erré dans maison des lamentations quand Belphie s’est endormi dehors et n’a pas fermé la porte et Satan essayé á garder c’est caché dans il chambre mais Asmodeus découvert et il ne pouvait pas garde ça secret pour Lucifer, résultant en le chat devoir partir la maison des lamentations. 😔

- Leviathan fais du karaoké dans sa chambre tres fort á nuit, et ça fait que tout le monde être méchant á lui dans le matin. (Ils ont eu beaucoup de temps penser á comment ils veulent lui dire il á gâché leur sommeil, ils ont choisi “la prochaine fois que tu nous empêcher de dormir, on coupera tes cordes vocales!”)