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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.

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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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚

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nailed it

I’m not responding directly to the post because I believe it’s pointless & because I do not want to dogpile this person, but this is one of the most breathtakingly racist statements I’ve ever read from someone who thinks they’re being inclusive or whatever:

(In reference to the Charlie Hedbo mass shooting.)

Let’s see… the murder victims were asking for it, and Muslims are not thinking individuals but explosive tinder waiting to blow up violently. Why is this self-flattering bigotry so fucking common among Westerners?

You don’t talk this way about Christo-fascists in your own countries who object to works such as “Piss Christ” because they find it blasphemous. You fully expect & demand that religious people do not constrict free expression, however offensive or obnoxious they find it. You don’t liken them to dry tinder, unthinking unfeeling incapable of reason.

There were similar exhortations in response to the Rushdie stabbing and I just don’t understand this crap. This just feels like the left version of that Islam Versus The West!!! Clash Of Civilizations!!! nonsense, wherein Westerners imagine everyone else as savage brown people who must be either carefully appeased or brutally repressed, but never ever treated as equals.

Personally, as a brown savage heathen myself, I think that you should fucking expect some basic core principles from everybody everywhere beginning with “no mass murders.”

Personally, as a brown savage heathen myself, I think that imposing religious doctrines on unbelievers (such as strict cow slaughter laws, which are employed by Hindutva assholes to harass & murder rather than any animal cruelty considerations) is completely unacceptable no matter who does it or why. It is idiotically racist to suggest that I don’t know that it’s evil to murder people for not obeying my religious restrictions, or that my retaliatory violence is inevitable / excusable in any way!

One standard for everybody. If we’re trotting out “actions have consequences” for Charlie Hedbo, same principle applies to Hindu mob violence over cow laws, same principle applies to violent Christians shooting up anyone they deem blasphemous.

One rule for everybody: either any blasphemy against any doctrine in any religion justifies violent retaliation, or none do.

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NOTHING IS SACRED

Religion as a concept is neither good not evil; it just is. Religion as it is practiced and implemented in various cultures and groups? Girl, so horrific.

Crazed violent homophobia, racism and don't get me started on the misogyny of it all. No religion is excempt from bigotry and violence, because, that's one of the main uses of organized religion. Get people invested in their faith and then use it to wield them however you like.

Truly, it's both wonderful and awful that religion has stuck around so long. It speaks to the human irrationality, the fervent desire to believe in something because without it, who are we and what is our place?

Even funnier is the taboo that has been placed on criticizing religion, islam in particular. Despite being spectacularly used by totalitarian governments to abuse their populations, remarking on the parts of islamic culture that enables this oppression is somehow a mortal sin.

Let's not justify violence in the name of radical islam. Let's dissect where this extremism comes from and how to protect ourselves and the people suffering under totalitarian regimes. Believe it or not, the ones who suffer the most at the hands of islamists, are muslims.

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"you're such an empowered woman! of link? :)"

he's a male feminist. he gets it, you know, he says "fuck the patriarchy", he says "your body your choice", he says "i just don't like the word bitch, you know, it's degrading toward women". he listens to you, wears a concerned little frown and furrows his brows and puts his hand on your knee as you cry until your eyes puff shut and your face is slick with tears and snot because you're so angry, so furious about the injustices, about the old man who slapped your ass and the young men who hollered, waving with beer cans, sloshing and spilling onto the pavement, telling you to come over, we've got drinks baby, as you hurry your steps and flip your hood up and hope to god the fucking sky will fall down and crush them all into broken splatters of meat. your eyes are closed as you recount it all and you don't see the involuntary twitch of his mouth and stiffening in his jeans but you feel the way his fingers stroke and pet and soothe and inch higher up your thigh.

"i'm so sorry that happened to you. men are such pigs."

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"the oldest profession"

the myth of consensual prostitution: Think of it like this. You like to do something (say, sex), it's a hobby of yours. Then you make it into a career, something you do to earn a living. It's good in the beginning, you earn money, you do what you love. AWESOME!! after a while you might get sick of it. it's no longer fun when it's work because now you HAVE to do it, even if you don't feel like it. you trade in your right to refuse, you sell your ability to say no. you don't want him but he gave you a hundred bucks to fuck into your insides. it's hurtful, it's violating, you feel sick but you can't understand why you feel like dying. you said yes, you made money, you're complicit in your suffering.

it's not all your fault. you're being sold lies by "male feminists" and women who make their living by recruiting, like pyramid schemes, or groomed girls who won't realise what's happened to them until they're 50 and take a look back and think: oh.

they will say "prostitution is necessary for a functioning society. you may not like it, but men need sex. it makes them happier and improves their efficiency and work ethic." you will nod along and say, yes, this is reasonable, it's like amusement parks or arcades. but it's not, is it, says a little voice in your head, a voice that reminds you that women's bodies are neither amusement parks nor are they arcades. they are not unfeeling machines. they're flesh and blood and bone and so are pigs but at least pigs don't talk back when you send them to the slaughterhouse. and maybe she doesn't either. maybe she accepts that she is to be eaten for the good of everyone else, that she is disposable in the large scheme of things. look her in the eye. you've told yourself, just as she has told herself, that she is worth nothing more than being a stress relief for men who consider her as they would consider a pig. food for the body and food for the soul.

bon appetit.

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nazis are dead and gone who cares if they were socialist or not

all socialists fucking hate each other. it's not a good argument against socialism to say that the nazis were socialists. no one gives a fuck stop entertaining these ppl. also no one actually thinks of the nazis as socialists theyre baiting you and laughing at you

ps when i say nazis are dead and gone they litrolly are the ones ur thinking abt and battling today are neo nazis just like the bolsheviks are GONEEEEE sry about itim upset too bring back lenin

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feminists are hysterical and communists are AWESOME!!!!

notice how when ur a radical communist everyone is like awww sweet babey u dont wanna kill anyone the other ones just did it wrong hehe youre so sweet ! with ur funny little russian hat and your little red book or is it green book? either way youre a little reader arnt you.. but youre not you havent read any theory you just like vibing and saying eat the rich haha!... but if youre a radical feminist people are like ewww hysterical woman you hate men don't you? oh you do... wtf you're not supposed to say that... you're supposed to go NO NO NO NO NO iloveeeee men i just wana have woman space but ok maybe i can let you in youre a special man youre one of the good ones hehe do you believe me? that i dont hate men? thats what ur supposed to say. fcucking bitch.

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Annoyed... keep seeing stupid ass playboy merch everywhere. STOP IT!!!!! stop repping the exploitation of women!!! you make me SO mad it's not cool or hot. it's gross and traitorous

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greys sanatomy be likea

mereedith: alex you almost killed a man by beating him up aelx: mer i had a good rieason. suction merediyth: push ten of epi. i know but that doesnt excuse it jo: alex ur such a cyclepath alex: joseph i wanted to ,marry you meredith: suction

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how to deal with men

when i see a man i dislike i enjoy imagining him as a small insect that i can trap in a jar and give leaves to and watch crawl around. it makes me feel bigger and stronger than him. it makes it easier to be kind to him because whether he gets to eat leaves in his little jar is all up to me and so it gives me a responsibility. thabk you.

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sometimes

all i can think about is burger king bacon chicken wrap. it's stuck in my head and i can taste it on my tongue but it's not real and i begin to weep softly and as i wipe my cheeks crumbs come away and i lick them and they taste of corn.

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knock knock little king john its me the ratboy genius im sorry your world got destroyed :3 gotta go now bye