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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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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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thanos x f/reader drabble!

warnings: mentions of sex and drugs.

a/n: this was fun to write! hope you enjoy. pls leave any constructive criticism if you have any.

back to the basics ༉‧₊˚.

thanos’s new song had made him pretty well known now. he was invited to nightclubs and events and you had been very proud of him. he was a very smug guy in general, but with this new level of fame? it was insane. 

his ego was through the roof, and he expected you to simply deal with it. you weren’t an idiot, but you’d taken it the first few months, expecting it to fade over time. but as he started making plans for an album, you knew it was only going to get worse. 

so you’d snapped and tried to talk to him about it. the only problem being was you could rarely have conversations alone anymore. he always had his little entourage around or namgyu at the very least. he was busier than ever and you were feeling neglected, so after a long argument you’d both broken it off.

it was week one without him. to be honest, you missed him. he’d been pretty stupid ever since he got famous. he’d texted you a few times admitting it himself. he even begged at one point, sending you a shit ton of voice messages at 2 in the morning. 

“please baby, i’ll change.”

“i can’t go on without you, my angel.”

“i’ll give you anything you want, come back to me or i’ll fight the world for you.” 

of course, they weren’t complete with a little rapping. 

you’d been tempted many times, but your friends had all convinced you not to, whether by means of coming over and distracting you or simply telling you outright that he wouldn’t be treating you like this if he really wanted you.

everybody was saying that he was no good for you, talking about how much better you deserved. but you didn’t want better, you wanted him. 

so when you saw him on your doorstep with a big bouquet of roses that next evening, you didn’t turn him away immediately. 

“you look like shit,” you snorted at the sight of him, dark circles under his eyes. he shrugged his shoulders.

“i can’t sleep without you by my side, baby. you know that.” he propped the flowers up, holding them out to you.

you glanced down at the card attached. you scoffed at the sight of his credit card jammed inside the envelope.

“you’re buying my forgiveness?” 

“no. the card’s just an added bonus to the amazing apology i have planned out.” he started. “let me in?” he suggested, running his hand through his hair. 

you hesitated for a moment, “why should i? why can’t you apologise outside?” you continued.

“don’t make me grovel out here, baby.” he groaned. you smiled slightly. 

“i’m not letting you in.” you said firmly. “apologise outside or stop wasting my time.” you started to close the door, satisfied when you saw his shoe prop it open.

he glanced around furtively before ducking his head. 

“i’m sorry, baby.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

you nearly slapped him. 

“is that it?” you said, eyes wide.

“relax! i’m not done.” he huffed. “i know i was an ass, baby, but i was just stressed. you know better than anyone how hard i worked for this. i was just getting used to it, alright? i didn’t know how to manage my time. but i’ve changed. trust me.” 

“why should i trust your word?” you scoffed.

he pulled his phone out, “i swear, baby, i haven’t been to an event since you broke up with me. i haven’t even spoken to anyone. i’ve just been dreaming about you. look, baby, i’ll ask namsu. alright?” 

before you could protest, he phoned namgyu, pressing on the speaker, nodding his head lightly in time to the ringtone.

“namsu, when was the last time you saw me?” he said, sounding slightly forced. you could tell this was rehearsed, but for some reason it made you crack a little. he had put in effort, at least.

“like last week, man.” namgyu answered, “you haven’t even been out to the club or anything.” he droned on.

“you shouldn’t have left her, bro” he said, although this sounded as though he had a gun to his head. 

you couldn’t help but smirk at how bored he sounded. 

“i know. i’m with her right now. i’ve changed, haven’t i, namsu?” thanos pressed.

“yeah man, listen, he’s definitely changed, i swear.” namgyu continued, his voice blaring through the phone. “come on, the old thanos would never have stayed in from those events. he really loves you.” namgyu huffed. 

“you almost sound jealous, namgyu.” you piped up, to which namgyu scoffed, about to retort before thanos hung up carelessly, shoving his phone into his pocket.

“i’m a changed man, baby.” he announced, focusing on your expression. “you’re still not convinced?” he said, sounding defeated.

“maybe 90% convinced.” you muttered, feeling yourself start to heat up from the embarrassment. 

“what can i do to get you to 100, baby? tell me. i’ll do anything.” he said, getting to his knees then and there, hands pressed together. 

you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of him grovelling right there on your doormat. you decided to be a little selfish because, well, you deserved it. plus, the sight of him on his knees for you was doing something to you. 

“maybe i’ll forgive you…” you started slowly, “if you can get me off,” 

he grinned up at you, 

“oh baby, that’s my specialty. let me in, and relax, let thanos the great take care of you. alright?” 

you knew your next move would have consequences but frankly, you stopped caring a while ago. 

you held the door open,

 “alright.”

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thanos x f/reader drabble!

warnings: mentions of sex and drugs.

a/n: it's sort of just me yapping tbh.... pls give any constructive criticism if you have any!

birthday wish ༉‧₊˚.

it was your father’s birthday. you had travelled back home, as you did every year when there was a special occasion. you had a love-hate relationship with your old home. many memories of growing up with your siblings, some sad but most happy. your parents rarely ever lectured you now, because you were barely there - but on the phone? they lectured you as much as they’d like.

this trip was different because instead of going to the airport alone, you’d brought thanos along with you. except you’d told him that you wouldn’t call him that when you’d arrived.

it wouldn’t be the first time they’d met, but it would still be just as awkward.

your mother was polite and hospitable the first time, but she’d grown fond by the end of your last visit, packing him her own special recipe of muffins in a big tin because he’d complimented them so much.

thanos knew how to act around women of all ages. he didn’t flirt , of course. he was charming and as respectful as you could ever imagine him being. he was close with his own mother, so he simply considered her his second mother!

your father was a different story. he’d been very firm to you and your sibling growing up but wanted only the best for the both of you; the best job, the best house and the best spouse, of course, as any parent would.

thanos missed the mark by miles. he was everything your father didn’t want for you.

a purple haired underground rapper with absurd tattoos, painted nails and a tendency to whip out his vape wherever he was

you’d spent the last few minutes of the cab ride anxiously reminding thanos of his role and how he was going to go by his government name there.

“it’s not thanos there, alright? it’s choi su-bong.”

“yeah, babe. relax, okay?” he said airily, enjoying his last few puffs of his cola flavoured vape before his 2 day rehab at her parents home.

when you’d arrived, all of the stress seemed to slip out of your mind for a few seconds at your mother’s tight hug.

“my sweet girl! it’s been too long!”

she wailed, stroking your hair rapidly before pulling you away and admiring your face, a fond smile on her face.

she suddenly pursed her lips together at the sight of your pink hair. it was a reserved shade, compared to the one thanos had pointed out at the salon, but your mother’s blood pressure was still rising at the sight.

“what happened to your beautiful hair? why is it pink? and don’t tell me its the rage right now, because that’s not what’s at my salon.” she scolded lightly, despite the fact that the salon she went to only ever targeted middle aged women.

you pursed your lips aswell, about to retort when thanos nudged his way through, a huge grin on his face as he opened his arms out warmly to your mother.

“it’s so lovely to see you again, su-bong!” your mother gushed, hugging him. “when she told me she was coming, i practically begged to come. i can’t resist your cooking,” he grinned, nodding his head and slipping his vape back into his pocket discreetly.

your mother was a sucker for compliments to do with her cooking.

“you’re so sweet, su-bong! what a gentleman. of course, i made sure to prepare a feast for you,”

you were sure that your mother was the only person to have ever called thanos a gentleman ever.

your fathers face dropped at the sight of thanos, mid embrace with you when he stiffened, rolling his eyes and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"happy birthday!" you said quickly.

“i thought you dumped him ten years ago. look at your hair! my, he’s influenced you, hasn’t he? i’m telling you, you’re going to look back on this in five years and hate it.” he joked, poking your pink head of hair. 

you rolled your eyes.

“no dad. come on, don’t start. please!” you’d whispered back, pulling away gently. 

su-bong took no notice of his firmness, swaggering over.

“dad!” he said comfortably, “it’s so good to see you again, bro!” he put his fist out, and your father grudgingly gave him a fist bump. “it’s good to see you again too… what was it? thor?” your father snarked casually. 

“it’s su-bong, sir.” thanos hummed, eyes flitting over to you and flashing you a look that said see? i can be polite.

you hesitantly left your boyfriend at the hands of your dad as your mother bustled you over to the kitchen. 

“there, your father’s getting used to him! you really should bring him every time you come. he's a sweet man,” she smiled, “last time, you said he was going to an addiction program. is that right?” 

thanos had attempted to go to a meeting once before coming home and simply telling you outright that he would ‘never fuckin go there again.’ 

of course he wouldn’t be able to recover considering his friend group. you especially despised namgyu. the guy practically thought he owned your boyfriend, he was clingier than you were! 

but you decided to lie to your mother to spare the lecture.

“yes, he still goes.” you nodded, busying yourself with washing your hands and getting to work on some vegetables. 

“you shouldn’t dye your hair so much. is the dye ammonia free?” she drabbled on as you tried to peek through to the living room to see what your dad and boyfriend were up to.

after giving the vegetables a good julienne, you headed out to the living room.

“tha - su-bong, can you help me with the suitcases?” you cleared your throat, gesturing over. 

he got up from where he was showing your dad a video on his phone - which, you couldn’t tell, but judging by your dad’s traumatised face, it probably wasn’t great.

thanos walked over, “of course. let thanos the great help you.” 

he whispered, winking as he picked it up, flexing his other arm before carrying the next.

you squeezed through the staircase, thanos following, bumping the suitcases on each and every stair.

your room was the same as it had been growing up. pale pink, your bunk bed still intact and posters all over the walls. 

“i forgot it’s a … double decker bed.” thanos gestured, placing the suitcases down with a frown. 

“actually, it doesn’t matter. who needs a bed to have sex anyway?” he smirked. 

he walked around, pointing at every band poster on your wall and rating them as though he were a judge.

“that boy band looks lame. hey, that one looks like namsu!” he waved at the figure on the poster, to which you rolled your eyes.

“oh great, everything reminds you of your boyfriend. how romantic.” 

“namsu? ah, you’re jealous of my boy namsu? relax, babe. i don’t swing that way, you know that.” he said, snapping a photo of the poster and no doubt sending it directly to his bestie. 

───

dinner was what you were dreading.

everything was set up beautifully. a fresh creamy salad, warm crispy bread and a ton of side dishes that went beautifully with the huge roast your father had requested.

thanos was currently in the kitchen, buttering your mother up and complimenting her cooking as she fed him tidbits to try. 

“she cooks great but you cook way better!” he was saying when you walked in.

“you have alot to say for a man who can’t even fry an egg,” you huffed, grabbing the last tray to bring to the table.

the food was delicious, but the conversation made it taste heavy in your mouth. 

“so su-bong, are you still producing songs?” your mother asked.

thanos nodded, “i have a few that i’m working on right now.” he said, swallowing his mouthful of turkey and stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of macaroni. 

“and do people actually listen to them?” your father chimed in, waving his turkey leg around as he stared at thanos.

“young people, yeah.” he replied, glancing over at you and smirking.

you cleared your throat, “he gets recognised.” you chimed. 

“really! so you’re famous.” your mother smiled, helping him to a second portion. 

thanos tilted his head, “basically.” he agreed, looking slightly smug. 

you volunteered to get the cake, and thanos followed.

“let me light the candles. you’re so clumsy.” he droned on, slipping into the kitchen behind you.

“how was i?” he said, running a hand through his purple hair.

“perfect.” you replied, but even you could hear how tense you sounded.

“come on baby, relax. they don’t hate me anymore. i’m famous, remember? they know i’ll be able to buy you a big mansion and take care of you one day.” he snorted.

“no, they don’t hate you.” you said, fumbling with the lighter.

he took it from you and gently lit the candles.

“see? smoking’s not good for nothing.” he grinned.

“whatever.” you leaned against the counter. he pulled back from the cake and put an arm out, gesturing for you to hug him.

you walked over lazily, leaning against his chest as he patted your back. 

“my girl.” he breathed out, nuzzling your neck and smiling down at you. “take a chill pill, baby. relax a little.” 

“a chill pill? who even says that anymore?” you grinned up at him. 

he pulled back, reaching into his shirt and pulling his necklace out. “a chill pill.” he frowned, popping one out. “take it.”

“oh. a literal chill pill,” you said, suddenly shaking your head frantically in case one of your parents walked in. “put it away!” you scolded.

“okay, okay. jesus.” he spluttered at your behaviour, “you really are a prude here.” he snorted, watching you lift the cake up and following you back out. “hey, should i give your dad a rap?” he said, styling his hair as they passed a mirror. 

“no! i mean, he doesn’t like raps.” you said, your heart rate through the roof at the thought of what thanos would even say. 

as you walked through, you placed the cake down and sat close to your dad, thanos tucking you in before taking a seat next to you. 

as you all sung happy birthday, you could feel thanos practically bursting to add his own little lyrics but you placed a hand on his thigh and stroked gently, hoping it would distract him until the end of the song.

“happy 90th birthday!” thanos joked, rubbing his hands together as your face stiffened.

your father stared, lips set in a thin line.

“happy birthday,” you leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and a hug, hoping it would help calm him down.

you had a feeling you knew exactly what he was wishing for when he blew his candles out. he pulled away with a satisfied smile and glanced at thanos, the look on his face said it all. 

i hope you won’t be here by my next birthday, you purple haired freak.

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thinking of dropping more thanos drabbles but would anyone be interested? will be out after tuesday though hopefully! ۶ৎ۶ৎ

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you attract what you fear... ahh no please hwang inho you’re soo scary

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"I'm old enough to be your dad sweetheart." Say that again but moan it in my ear please.

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i want him

he's been looking extra dad lately and it's making me soft.. he's so pretty i just know crying in his arms would heal me

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thanos x f/reader drabbles!

warnings: mentions of sex, drugs, drinking and driving.

a/n: this is my first ever post and first attempt at writing so please give me any constructive criticism if you have any!!

stay in tonight? ༉‧₊˚.

being thanos’s girlfriend means being dragged out till almost 4am every weekend, unless you can manage to beg your way out of it and convince him to stay home instead - usually by means of sex. sometimes he’ll try to coax you out. “come on, all my friends are waiting for me, baby,” he’d protest, taking another hit of his vape before puffing out a well practiced smoke ring. “it’ll just be for a few hours…” he nuzzles his nose against your neck. 

“i’m tired!”

you’d whine, snugging closer to his chest, hoping the overwhelming warmth of your body heat combined might make him too comfortable to leave. 

“i tired you out, huh?” he quipped, a cocky smirk forming on his face, raising a brow suggestively as he took yet another hit. he exhaled slowly, the sickeningly sweet cherry flavour flooding your nostrils, making your nose twitch slightly. you decided to play into it, feeding his ego with a pouty nod, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“please stay. i’ll make it worth your time.”

you’d convince, letting your hand rest on his lower abdomen, stroking at his happy trail lightly.

he grinned, glancing at you and then behind his shoulder, over at his phone on the bedside table. he mussed up his bright purple hair a little aggressively, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully before nodding.

“bet,” he’d hum, reaching over with a grunt and pressing on a message before his fingers began to tap out a text to his friends, rainbow coloured nails moving rapidly before he flung his phone back carelessly. he spread his thighs apart and flashed you a cheeky grin, before leaning his back against the headboard expectantly, abs poking against his skin as he got comfortable.

“well?”

biggest influence! ༉‧₊˚.

sure, maybe dating thanos had made your quality of life deteriorate slightly but sometimes you preferred it. you felt like a funner person at times. at first he’d made you feel like a total prude for refusing to smoke or do something crazy like get a tattoo in the middle of the night. he’d slowly corrupted you. 

you were quite the pair. most of the people in your apartment complex absolutely hated him, or rather the both of you. one day they’d have to deal with hearing you both scream at the top of your lungs at each other, often kicking each other out. the other days they’d have to overhear all sorts of nasty stuff, most often you screaming his name out as he pounded into you after an argument. 

he was your biggest influence now. you’d even dyed your hair a couple of weeks ago, a pale pink to match his bright purple. he’d loved it. “now you really look like thanos’s girl, huh?” he’d tease you, running his hand through your hair. he adored it but he didn’t know if it was because the colour just looked incredibly hot on you or it showed him how deep your devotion to him was. it was probably both. 

now, you were at the gas station, picking out snacks as he tended to his car. you had a lolly in your hand as you picked up a beer for him and headed to the till, smiling at the cashier, a guy of around 20 or so, who was sort of dorky but kind of cute. 

you smiled and made a little small talk as he rung the items up, nodding at your every word. he looked as though he was practically creaming himself at the sight of you in your tiny black mini skirt and barely there top. 

when you walked back out , thanos was standing by your door and opened it for you, taking the beer and eyeing your figure as he placed the bottle at his lips, unscrewing it with his teeth. he spat the lid out before walking back over to his seat. 

you took a few licks of your lolly, letting out a little happy “mhm” at the nostalgic taste of the bright red candy as he lit up one of his pre-rolled blunts, propping it up between his lips.

you’d help him out, whenever he let out a little “babe” and gestured over to his beer bottle. you leaned over the centre console, taking the blunt out of his mouth and holding it in one as the other hand reached over to hand him his beer as he swerved recklessly.

this was your idea of a perfect lifestyle. one that your parents would surely lecture you over the next time you came home with “that purple haired freak” as your father liked to call him.