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It's weird to be reading Blood Meridian and Tgcf at the same time. Like I go from oh no we can't hold hands we're both boys š to brutal descriptions of villages being pillaged.
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š¬ 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, weāve now reached $12,837āa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
š A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, Iāve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itās in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iāve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
ā21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborās House Was Destroyedā A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

ā22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsā This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

šæ What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, weāre still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeāand 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.
Weāre trapped.


š We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. šØāš©āš§ Our family is forever changedāwe havenāt just lost people; weāve lost pieces of ourselves. š Basic needs go unmetāeven clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yetā¦
Your support reminds us that weāre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weāre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: Youāre walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
š What You Can Do
If youāve already donatedāthank 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 isnāt just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itās about surviving war with dignity. Itās about believing in tomorrow. Itās 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. Youāve helped me find my voiceāand I will use it to keep hope alive.
š From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
Thereās something I need to sayāsomething thatās been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnāt 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 fearāfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iām learning as I go. Iāve slowed down. Iām 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 fromāand 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 ā„ļø
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I honestly think I have to get rid of my copy of Coraline. Like I can't look at it without feeling disgusted because of the author.
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I honestly think I have to get rid of my copy of Coraline. Like I can't look at it without feeling disgusted because of the author.
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I am the only one who finds it funny that The Lorax a book about not destroying the environment is made out of trees?
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I want this shade of blue. It reminds me of those girls in the 60s
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Why do the backrooms look like how I used to build my Sims 4 houses?
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Nick Fuentes that closet isn't even glass, the closet isn't even there.
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Nick Fuentes that closet isn't even glass, the closet isn't even there.
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I didn't understand why every single celebrity from 2001 has a story about needing to at twin towers on 9/11. Like girl why did y'all need to be there on that DAY and why did y'all not make it? was the Diddy party cancelled or something ???
#blog#girlblogging#shitpost#random#random thoughts#thoughts#9/11 joke#september 11 2001#why#idk why#meh
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I can't stand my cats. I take the time out of my day to prepare them good quality food mixed with supplements and the sniff it and look at me like I've given them trash.
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Grandparents are full of lead
Parents are filled with asbestos
And we're filled with MICROPLASTICS we got the lamest one like lead and asbestos sound serious but MICROPLASTICS makes me think of tiny pieces of plastic not something that could hurt me š
#blog#girlblogging#shitpost#random#random thoughts#tumblr girls#thoughts#rant#im crazy#freethinker#i am aware
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I'M STILL ALIVE.
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My life is so boring but also very stressful at the same time. I wish I was sneaking out at night to party and slut shame men. But no instead I go to school then go home and sometimes to the park with my only friend. God please make my life interesting and not in a traumatizing way for once.
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We need to start slut shaming men. We've let them go around too much without shame like look at Mick Jagger he was and still is wildin in his 70s. The only problem is that we don't have names to call slutty men so here are some of my ideas feel free to share yours
*Sperm spreader
*Sperm fountain
*Community server
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