Welcome My name is Lina. I am 21 years old. I live in my beautiful city of Khan Yunis. I lived my best days there. I had hopes and dreams that I was striving to achieve. I had my beautiful university that built my dreams and I wanted to establish my life with my successes in it until the war began on the 7th of October and our lives were turned upside down. We were displaced from our homes on the 23rd of January, and here our journey began, our torment in the tents, as we were displaced in the winter, and the rain was drowning us and making us wet day and night. We lived with 9 people in one tent with an area of 3 in length and 3 and a half in width. It is very narrow because my family is large and we are I do not have the financial capacity to buy a new, larger tent. We remained in the torment of the rain and drowned in the tent until the summer season began and our new journey of torment began with the heat, the chub, the insects and the poisonous snakes.
I was exposed to many diseases during this period to the point that I wished for death from the severity of pain and illness. Throughout this period we had hope of returning to our homes until news came to us that the Israeli occupation had bombed and bulldozed our house, and here despair prevailed and misery and sadness took over us. How could it not, when I had I lost the house that contains my memories, my dreams, my clothes, and my books, and I lost my university, which has always been my second home and a source of my hopes and dreams. Nothing can describe the amount of my pain. Please help me rebuild our house so that our journey of suffering will end and so that I can travel outside Gaza and complete study my university education. Build a decent life for me😭😭😭
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I'm Ashraf from the war-torn Gaza. I've lived an entire life under siege in Gaza, facing relentless military actions and life-threatening conditions daily. In October 2023, the conflict escalated drastically, devastating my newly built house, my neighborhood,my workplace, and jeopardizing the lives of my family.
I mourn the loss of our safe haven, but more urgently, I need to secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality.
Meet Yamane, our precious seven-month-old. Who was born during this war, We aspire to provide him with opportunities that surpass our own experiences, fostering a future filled with joy and prosperity.
This campaign is a call to arms for all who believe in the transformative power of community support. By contributing, you're not just donating; you're actively shaping Yamane's world, ensuring his journey is filled with the promise and potential every child deserves. Join us in making a profound impact on his life
Yamen... he's only a baby. He doesn't understand the fear that grips us, the darkness that engulfs our lives. He just smiles, his eyes bright with innocent wonder, oblivious to the terror that surrounds him. He reaches for me with tiny hands, his laughter a fragile melody in this symphony of destruction. 💔
But how long can this innocence last? How long can we shield him from the reality of this war? How long can we keep him safe? 😥
Another side of this war
No gas. No electricity. It's just the cold, empty space where a stove should be.
It's a cruel irony that the war, which has already taken so much from us, has also taken away the warmth of a home-cooked meal. We are forced to rely on makeshift methods, the flickering flame of a makeshift stove fueled by wood or charcoal, a testament to our resilience, and our determination to survive.
The wood crackles and pops, spitting sparks that dance like fireflies in the gloom. It's a dance of desperation, a desperate attempt to coax warmth and nourishment from the ashes of our former lives. Each meal is a battle, a struggle against the elements, the hunger, and the uncertainty of the future.
We boil water in rusty pots over open fires, the smoke stinging our eyes, the fumes filling our lungs. We bake bread in makeshift ovens built from clay and debris, the aroma of baking dough a faint reminder of better days.
But even with these meager resources, we persevere. We cook, we eat, we share. We find solace in the act of preparing a meal, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, life continues. Yet, the weariness lingers, the weight of the war pressing down on us like a heavy cloak. We yearn for the simple normalcy of turning on a stove, of cooking a meal without the fear of smoke inhalation, of the comforting hum of a refrigerator.
The war may have taken away our electricity and gas, but it has not taken away our spirit. We will continue to cook, to eat, to survive.
We will continue to fight for our right to a life of peace, of prosperity, of simple joys. And when the darkness finally lifts, when the smoke clears and the city breathes again, we will remember the lessons we learned in the shadows.
We will remember the strength we found in adversity, the resilience of the human spirit, and the enduring power of a simple, home-cooked meal.
Please help me secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality. We are immensely grateful for any support you can provide. It’s more than a donation—it’s a lifeline.
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I visited the world where Gerard Way was visiting family in Minneapolis on 9/11 so he kept his Cartoon Network job instead of becoming a musician.
It's pretty similar to ours. He didn't go into cartoons as you might expect, but he is way more famous in the comic book world.
As for butterfly effects, MCR doesn't exist, so Twilight doesn't exist, which means 50 Shades of Grey doesn't exist. I couldn't find any references to Stephenie Meyer or E. L. James, so either they didn't go into writing or they didn't use those same pen names.
Robert Pattinson was in Harry P*tter and then mainly independent stuff from then on out.
Kristen Stewart is somehow a bigger star than in this world? She was in Red Revenge, 2012 Soviet film about WW3 happening in the 60s and then in the 80s the survivors come over to the US to find out of anything survives of the cowardly US leadership that started the war. (yes, they shoot Reagan. He's out of his mind and it's shot like Old Yeller). She's been in a lot of USSR films since then, as this greatly raised her profile.
Taylor Lautner seems to have become a writer instead of an actor. He wrote one of the later seasons of Firefly, after it went all season-long-arcs. He technically cameo'd in season 6 but it was just as a guy who ran a casino station. He had like three lines, two of which were "get off my station!" and "guards!"
I didn't see any real differences in the music world. Sometimes you take out a band or form a super-group with interdimensional exploration, and it changes the whole field. Like if you take out Nirvana the 90s look very different, or if you help the Back Road Boys form then the 2010s are all about the retro-country revival. Anyway: MCR, as good a band as they are, don't appear to be one of those "linchpin" bands that affect the whole musical landscape.
BTW, the weirdest one of those? Michael Fucking Jackson. He's a super influential musician, inspired so many others, the king of pop, right? NOPE! If his music career is skipped, then it only affects his siblings and the one hit wonder "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell.
Strange, right? There's more downstream time effects on the music industry from taking out David Hasselhoff!
Mohammed Abusweireh reached out to me a while ago. His campaign is not getting any traction for 3 days already and:
CAN WE PLEASE HELP HIM (@hatem1790) BOOST HIS GFM & POSTS SO MORE PPL CAN HELP THE ABUSWEIREH FAMILY? [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
vetted and verified by @gaza-evacuation-funds. you can look it up at @el-shab-hussein, @nabulsi, and @moayesh spreadsheet. it is #299.
a small amount goes a long way everyone! with €5 you can directly and materially save 11 members of abusweireh family. please do something! 😓 speak up! stand in solidarity! save lives now!! we owe them hope.
Hello, I am Abeer, 33 years old, from Gaza. I hope you read this message. 🙏🚨This message is from my daughter Lian, 11 years old, and my son Wael, 6 months old, to the whole world. 💔🙏Please help Lian, Wael, and my family to get out of Gaza as soon as possible. Donate to give her a safe life. Please do not ignore the message. 🍉💔❤️
My husband's father and mother also live with us. They are 70 years old and suffer from chronic diseases. Treatment is not available for them and they cannot walk forward due to their old age.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah
This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become
Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your contributions will help us secure safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life.
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