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🎮 “Stop Destroying Videogames” — A Movement to Protect Digital Memory

There’s a quiet kind of heartbreak not many talk about.

You go to play that game you loved years ago — the one that helped you survive high school, or a breakup, or depression. You boot it up, ready for nostalgia, ready for warmth.

But you’re met with a message. Not an update. Not a patch. Just... ❌ “This game is no longer available.”

And that’s it. It’s gone.

This is the new normal in the digital world.

🧠 Games are no longer sold as objects — they’re licensed as services. 💸 You didn’t buy that game. You borrowed it, apparently. 🎭 And now, the company behind it has pulled the plug. Shut down the servers. Removed the license. Left your memories hollow.

No ceremony. No goodbye. No respect for what it meant to you.

But here’s the truth: Games are not just code. They are art. They are history. They are personal experiences wrapped in pixels and sound. They are connection — to yourself, to your friends, to a moment in your life you didn’t want to forget.

To destroy a game you paid for, to deny you the ability to even access it later, is a form of digital amnesia — a subtle, creeping erasure of memory and joy.

That’s why this matters.

📢 A new European Citizens’ Initiative is fighting back. It’s called: Stop Destroying Videogames. And its message is clear:

If someone buys or licenses a videogame, that game should remain playable. Even if support ends. Even if servers go down. Even if the company moves on.

Not supported forever. Not updated endlessly. Just… let it keep running. Let people keep their stories. Let the memory live.

🛑 This is NOT about piracy. 🛑 This is NOT about stealing or demanding intellectual property. 🛑 This is NOT about forcing companies to spend money they don’t have.

It’s about respecting consumers. It’s about preserving digital culture. It’s about allowing art to exist after the money stops flowing.

And it’s so, so simple:

🔒 If you sold it, don’t break it. 💾 If someone paid for it, don’t delete it. 🕹️ If people found meaning in it — don’t silence that.

🎯 Here’s what the initiative demands from the EU:

✅ Require that videogames be left in a functional (playable) state ✅ Prevent remote disabling of games that consumers paid for ✅ Respect digital ownership without infringing on copyright ✅ Allow the game to run without publisher involvement once discontinued

If you’re an EU citizen, you have a real chance to help. If 1 million verified people across at least 7 countries sign this, the EU Commission is legally required to consider it.

📌 SIGN HERE 👉 https://eci.ec.europa.eu/045/public/#/screen/home 🕊️ And if you're not in the EU? Share it. Talk about it. Tag someone who is.

Because this is about more than videogames. This is about what we let be forgotten. This is about fighting for the right to keep what brought us joy. It’s about defending our memories from quiet deletion.

They think it doesn’t matter. That you’ll forget. That you’ll accept it. That you’ll let them erase what once gave you hope.

But you won’t.

📼 Let’s preserve what we loved. 🧠 Let’s guard our digital memory. 📣 Let’s be louder than deletion.

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🌿 “Room 7 Wasn’t Empty” 🕊️

a story about presence, death, and the silent beauty of serving others.

No one visited Room 7. The nurses passed it quietly. Visitors never paused there. Even the staff seemed to forget it existed. But every Thursday — after the call to prayer faded from memory — she came.

A volunteer. No name, no grand speech. Just her and the stillness she carried. She didn’t talk. She didn’t try to make the old man smile. She just sat. In silence. And loved him with her presence.

She never asked for anything in return. And neither did he. Until one day… Room 7 was empty. And no one noticed — Except her.

What follows is not dramatic. It’s not loud. But it is sacred.

This story is fictional, but its spirit is real. It carries the soul of Islam and Sufism — the teachings that even the smallest act of unseen service is vast in the eyes of God. That mercy is worship. That to sit in silence with someone who is dying is one of the highest forms of love.

✨ This is not a story about hospitals. It’s a story about the soul. About how we walk through the world — and what kind of light we leave behind. It’s about how service becomes salvation, and how you might be saving someone… just by being there.

📖 Read it here: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/the-quiet-light-in-room-7-a-story-of-hospital-volunteering-healing-and-hidden-rewards-0e562e05eb5d

This is for: — those who sit with the dying — those who give without praise — those who heal others in silence — those who believe Allah sees what no one else does

This story broke me and mended me as I wrote it. It reminded me that our lives are not measured in noise, but in presence. In those unseen Thursdays. In the quiet rooms where angels walk barefoot.

If this moved something in you — if you want to help me continue creating stories like this, grounded in Islam, Sufism, compassion and truth — you can support me personally here:

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May we all learn to sit beside suffering with gentleness. May we all be remembered by the way we loved — not with words, but with presence.

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🌒 Why I Help Strangers Online—and What It Taught Me About Love 🌒

I don’t know their names. I don’t know where they live. But I know what it means to suffer in silence.

Every day, someone out there whispers into the digital void: “I want to disappear.” “I don’t know how to keep going.” And I answer—not because I have the answers. But because I know what it’s like to need someone to simply say: I see you.

I help strangers on the internet. Not to be a hero. But because love doesn’t always need a reason, just an opening.

Islam and Sufism taught me this: To love is to worship. To care is to remember. To respond to pain with softness is to follow the rhythm of the Divine.

Sometimes, all we can do is show up. And that, too, is sacred.

🕊️ Read my story: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/why-i-help-strangers-online-and-what-it-taught-me-about-love-0c12869ec182

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💔🌿 I’m becoming a caregiver without a degree. Just a heart. 🌿💔

Not everyone who heals wears a uniform. Not everyone who cares has a title. Some of us are simply called… by pain, by love, by something unseen.

This is the story of how I’m stepping into the path of caregiving without formal education. No degree. No license. Just love, compassion, and a deep spiritual calling rooted in Islam and Sufism.

I’ve held space for strangers. I’ve whispered hope to those ready to give up. I’ve stayed up all night replying to someone’s last cry for help—not because I had to. Because I felt them.

This is not a story of perfection. It’s a story of listening. Of walking slowly. Of seeing the divine in the broken.

📖 Read the full story: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/how-im-becoming-a-caregiver-without-a-degree-just-a-heart-6804f91a8c9e

Maybe you don’t need to be “qualified” to heal. Maybe your scars are the very reason you’re needed.

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💔 The Forgotten Room

A story about thirteen invisible lives, a quiet man with tea and prayer beads, and the sacred love that Islam and Sufism teach us to offer the most vulnerable. 🌙🫂🫖

Some people live in silence their whole lives. Not because they don’t want to be heard— but because the world never made space for their voices.

In this story I wrote, The Forgotten Room, thirteen such souls live in an old, crumbling place that the world has abandoned. The elderly, the mentally ill, the broken, the lonely. Not as statistics. As human beings with names and wounds.

And one day, someone comes—not with a title, not with applause. Just a blanket, a kettle of tea, and a heart full of Allah.

He doesn’t try to fix them. He just sits. He listens. He honors their dignity. He brings warmth to cold rooms, and light to tired eyes.

This story begins as fiction. But the message is real, raw, and spiritual.

✨ It ends in the light of Islam and Sufism. It becomes a guide. A reminder. A quiet protest against this world’s cruelty and speed.

It’s for the empaths, the servers, the broken hearts, and those who carry others without being asked. It’s for anyone who ever looked at someone hurting and thought, “I don’t know what to do… but I can’t walk away.”

🕊️ Because sometimes presence is prayer. 🫖 Service is dhikr. 🫂 And love—silent, unrecognized, inconvenient love—is divine.

Please read it if your soul needs to feel less alone: 👉 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/the-forgotten-room-a-story-about-caring-for-the-most-vulnerable-️-c1b4e2573b3a

If it touches you and you’d like to support my spiritual writing journey, you can do so here: 💖 https://donate.stripe.com/eVq7sM4JK6fu5YqdjB6c000

Let’s build a world where no one is invisible. Where service is sacred. And where we never forget that the ones who need us most are mirrors of God’s mercy.

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🌾 The Whispering Herd

A story about rare livestock, divine trust, and the soul of a shepherd. 🐑✨

In a valley hidden from maps and time, a boy named Aseel discovers a secret herd—animals unlike anything the world has seen: silver-horned sheep, glowing goats, cows that hum under the moonlight. But this is not a fantasy—it’s a reflection.

A reflection on what it means to protect beauty without owning it. To live not for profit—but for purpose. To remember that animals, like all creation, are signs of Allah. 🕊️

This story is more than fiction—it’s a journey into Islamic and Sufi wisdom on barakah living, animal care, sacred ecology, and the kind of farming that feeds the soul.

🌙 If you’ve ever dreamed of living simply, walking gently, and loving creation with reverence… this one’s for you.

📖 Read: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/the-whispering-herd-a-story-of-rare-livestock-sacred-trust-826e8b8f9835

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🌾✨ The Forgotten Seeds

A Rare Farming Story Rooted in the Soul 🌙

Not all farmers grow for markets. Some grow for remembrance. Some grow to pray. Some grow to heal what the world has forgotten.

This is a fictional story—set nowhere, yet rooted in everywhere. A lone farmer tends to mystical crops: black rice, golden lilies, ancient herbs… Ignored by the world, but seen by Allah.

It’s about farming as worship. It’s about Sufism in the soil. It’s about planting what cannot be bought—only felt.

🧑‍🌾 Spiritual ecology 🕊️ Dhikr in the dirt 🌱 The Earth as amanah (trust) 🌙 Farming as surrender

If you long to return to a life that feels whole, grounded, and Divinely connected— This story is for you.

📖 Read the full piece: 👉 The Forgotten Seeds

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🕊️ The Man with the Blanket

A story of homelessness, dignity, and divine mercy.

Under a nameless bridge, a quiet man prays. No one knows his name. No one knows his story. But slowly, through silent acts of mercy, he begins to change lives — not with words, but with presence.

Inspired by Islam and Sufism, I wrote this fictional story as a tribute to the unseen saints of the world — the ones who walk among us, healing without being seen.

✨ It’s a story of: — Hidden sainthood in a homeless shelter — Quiet transformation through sincerity — The dignity of the forgotten — And how love can be an act of worship

Read the full story here: 🔗 The Man with the Blanket

If this story touched your heart, and you want to support me as a writer walking this path of meaning and mercy: 💛 Support me on Stripe

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🍲 A Bowl of Silence: The Story of the Soup Kitchen That Healed the Forgotten

In a city with no name, hidden down an alley with no address, stands a soup kitchen that no one owns — yet everyone needs.

A woman stirs lentils and whispers prayers. A boy clutches a teddy bear in silence. A group of forgotten souls gathers, not just for warmth… but to be seen.

This isn’t just a story about feeding the hungry.

It’s about dignity. Mercy. Presence. It’s about what happens when Islam meets Sufism in a bowl of soup and a breath of silence.

“We feed you only for the sake of Allah. We desire neither reward nor thanks…” — Qur’an 76:9

This is for those who are tired, but still love. For those who are poor, but still give. For those who believe quiet service can be a form of remembrance. 🤍

✨ Full story here: 🔗 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/a-bowl-of-silence-the-story-of-the-soup-kitchen-that-healed-the-forgotten-26e0d3e1db57

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🦁🌙 "Dar al-Raḥmah: Where the Animals Remember Allah"

What if there was a place where lions rested beside orphans, birds joined in dhikr, and no creature was caged — only elevated?

A spiritual sanctuary rooted in Islam and Sufism — where animals are not just cared for, but honored, trained through love, and remembered as part of divine mercy.

✨ Not a fantasy. A vision.

📖 Read the full story here: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/dar-al-raḥmah-where-the-animals-remember-allah-ea263bb53336

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🕊️ Not a prison.

A soul’s journey back to Allah — through mercy, justice, and purification.

Step into the House of Justice & House of Purification — fictional, yet deeply rooted in the truths of Islam and Sufism.

This isn’t punishment. It’s transformation. It’s tazkiyah. It’s a way back home. 🌿

👉 Read the full story: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/️-not-a-prison-the-house-of-justice-and-the-house-of-purification-a-journey-back-to-allah-116314a4b2e8

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🧠💔 How to End the Porn Industry Forever

The porn industry doesn’t sell pleasure. It sells pain dressed as desire. This story pulls back the curtain — and offers a real way out.

It’s not just about addiction. It’s about exploitation. It’s about healing. It’s about justice. And it’s about reclaiming your soul — piece by piece.

📖 Read it here: https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/how-to-end-the-porn-industry-forever-6857c7215d7b

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💔 "They said it was just a loan. But it felt like selling my soul."

A gripping fictional story of one person’s escape from the suffocating grip of loan sharks — not just financially, but emotionally and spiritually.

Chains. Fear. Silence. Until... a quiet revolution inside.

🌑 From shadows to sunrise. 📖 Read the full journey here: 👉 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/breaking-the-chains-of-loan-sharks-forever-1949657f7d33

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I’ll never step into a nightclub again.

Not because I’m better. But because my soul was starving in the noise.

✨ In Sufism and Islam, we remember: the heart wasn’t made for flashing lights and fleeting highs. It was made for stillness. For love. For God. 🕊️

This is my story. Maybe it’s yours too.

👉 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/why-ill-never-step-into-a-nightclub-and-why-i-pray-you-leave-it-forever-b7f74c9be12d

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Prostitution isn’t freedom. It’s often a silent scream. 💔

In Islam and Sufism, we don’t cast stones — we offer healing. We don’t judge — we uplift.

This is a journey to end prostitution not with cruelty or shame, but with mercy, dignity, and Divine love. A world where no one is sold. A world where every soul is safe. 🕊️

👉 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/ending-prostitution-forever-a-journey-through-islam-sufism-️-7c93b8067f71

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Destroy the casino.

Not with rage. Not with weapons. But with dhikr. With love. With a jihad of the heart. 🕊️🔥

In a world enslaved by greed, addiction, and spiritual poverty, Sufism offers a different kind of revolution — one that begins within, and transforms everything around it.

This isn’t just a story. It’s a call. 👉 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/destroy-the-casino-forever-a-sufi-jihad-of-the-heart-and-society-️-852a93297e88

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The elderly are not a burden. They are forgotten light. 🕯️

In Islam and Sufism, our elders are honored not for what they can still do, but for what they already are — walking prayers, lived wisdom, quiet resilience.

Too many sit in silence, alone and unseen. This is a reflection to remember them, love them, and return to them.

🕊️ Read the full piece: 👉 https://medium.com/@enchantdeck/the-forgotten-light-a-sufi-reflection-on-the-elderly-who-are-alone-and-struggling-556c1069affe