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I just read an ao3 fic so good that I had to backtrack and read the entire series from start to finish and-

Like- I can't believe that it was free

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Literally the best thing ever

when a fanfic breaks the fourth wall

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This is me but with Ms Fortune

I dont have a favorite 🌚...

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Please flow your creative juices <3

I've been watching this square-bouncing simulator thing since I have no motivation rn and there's lore and stuff??? This is unironically getting my creative juices flowing and I hate that

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Brutal murder

I mean- that's the point-

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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Where's my Breakfast?

Oil on Panel 30x30 cm

Artist: Daniel Arthur

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she did say she always wanted a cat… so she can have flesh kitty :)

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♡ Wow! You look so beautiful! ♡

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You and Me, as One - Hiccup Haddock x Reader (Part One)

Summary: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III isn’t the burliest, hairiest, or the best with an axe in his tribe. But he is the viking who can tame any dragon with only a flash of his palm. Until now. When he stumbles upon an unfamiliar dragon off the far coast of Berk, she doesn’t play nicely with his offering of friendship. Neither does the dragon’s rider, who has just as fierce a snarl. The feral pair present an enticing mystery to Hiccup, but neither the dragon nor the human show any interest in getting close. Can he make friends, or are there corners of the world his optimism can’t brighten?

Contents/Warnings: afab!fem!reader, mentions of past torture/captivity, trauma, mention of physical scars/injuries, The Light Fury (light fury haters this one's not for you sorry)

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You prefer your fish cooked, but sometimes she drops them raw in your lap and won’t look away from her own meal to flame them for you, so raw it must be. The texture is actually the least concerning part- it’s the taste that really shocks you, straight from the ocean and as fishy as fishy can be. But it’s not much different than her breath after she yawns, and you’re well used to that by now.

Fish is fish, and you’re eating it raw, tucked against her side on the forest floor.

This is a surprisingly abundant island for one that’s uninhabited. Misty mountains obscure the world behind it like a veil, but you’d flown over every inch of this land mass and there’s not a soul on it. Boars, perhaps, but you spear and her fire will take care of those if they decide to bother you. For now you’re resting after a long flight, making sure she gives her atrophied wings time to rest.

It’s been years since they’d sagged limp and useless at her sides but you can’t forget the image. There’s one tucked around your front now, caging you in like what looks like a restraint but is really a protection. You ghost a finger over it, and she looks up from her halved fish to study your movements- not nervous, but curious.

She’s never really been nervous around you. Even if she’d been in chains, you’d been caged beside her. From the start you’d been equals, clawing your way towards the light from the lowest rungs on the ladder. And you’d resented that at first, but you can’t dwell on it anymore. It’s not fair, to you or to her, and you’re both free now, so it doesn’t matter.

The sounds of the forest swell around you, crickets chirping, birds singing, and the snapping of a twig a hundred feet in front of you.

A switch flips, and you and her rise as one, teeth bared, snarls pouring from your throats like deadly sonic blasts. If sounds could kill, this one would- the sound of a creature unwilling to be prey.

Fish flops cold, raw, and sticky at your feet but you circle the clearing with her, eyes frantically searching for whatever had made the noise. She seems to smell something, too, because her teeth gnash, and her nose scrunches the way it does when she’s picked up a new food source. You follow her lead, spear gripped tightly in your fist and ready to fly.

It’s a dark shadow, something straight out of a nightmare until you see its face. It steps out of the cover of the shrubbery nearby, revealing its draconic form and midnight-black scales. It’s massive green eyes are wide-pupiled, the black abysses begging to be trusted as it dips its neck in a show of friendship. I’m not here to hurt you, its body language screams, all gentle steps with giant feet and limp wings, but neither you nor her are interested in making friends.

It looks almost stunningly similar to her, dark instead of light, with extra nubs sticking off of its face. She has ears, but it has extra. Perhaps they give it better hearing, or perhaps they’re for radar like whiskers on a cat. It’s a hulking black shape, clearly threatening even if it’s dipped down in a good-natured pose, and she doesn’t like it one bit. You clutch your spear tighter, following her lead.

She snarls, and it purrs in what sounds like a soothing apology. But it doesn’t back off, and she decides that it has to. She leaps, not far enough to catch it but certainly enough to communicate that you two aren’t there to socialize, not for a second. It yelps in surprise, abandoning its bowed pose to jump back several steps. It croons again, wide nose twitching, as it tries desperately to stay within sight of you and her. It glances at you for help, like you’ll soothe her and reach out a foolish, trusting hand. Instead you snarl like she does, and its ears stiffen at your perfect synchrony. You fight as one, live and breathe and die as one, and it finally saves itself.

It runs- doesn’t fly, which is curious for the wingspan it boasts. It flees for the ocean, and you watch it paddle urgently through the mostly tranquil sea for the wall of mist that hangs between you and the beyond. Maybe there’s more of its kind there, you decide, fist never loosening on your spear, maybe it's going to lick its wounds and learn a valuable lesson about staying in its own territory.

She decides it’s safe, giving one last snorted huff towards the space it used to occupy in the woods. Then she flumps down beside you, and you drop your spear in favor of grabbing hold of your dinner. It’s touched the ground now, but it’ll have to do, because you’re not venturing back out to the sea tonight. You brush away a stray blade of grass from the wet, slimy, meat of the fish, and dig back in, trying to ignore the shadowy dragon that occupies your mind.

--

Stepping off of a slim, viking boat and back onto dry land is always relieving, but what will cure Hiccup the most is to mount the saddle on Toothless’s back again. Sailing is unpleasant, walking is better, but flying is best. The dragon wastes no time in tackling him to the earthen ground below, surely mashing green grass stains into his nice, chiefly tunic.

“Toothless!” Hiccup laughs, raising his arms to bat away the serrated fins that swat at his face, “Hi, bud, I missed you too. I’m sorry you couldn’t come with me this time. They’re not used to dragons over there- I didn’t want to scare them. How were things on Berk while I was gone?”

Toothless is an excellent conversationalist, and it’s not affected by the fact that Hiccup has no real idea of what he’s saying. The dragon will burble and ramble and gurgle to his heart's content, and Hiccup is always happy to listen to his best friend. But this time Toothless’s ears shoot straight out from his head, pulled backwards tensely, and he noses insistently at Hiccup’s side to urge him off of the ground.

“What? What?” Hiccup yelps, standing with the help of Toothless’s head, which he lets Hiccup grab onto to pull him upright, “What is it, bud?”

Toothless offers no explanation, merely circles behind Hiccup and shoves his face between the man’s legs. Hiccup’s easily swept off of his feet and onto the neck of his dragon, but the saddle he typically locks himself into is missing- he’d been gone for a week, after all. He wasn’t going to leave Toothless saddled the entire time.

“Wait- wait, bud! The saddle, we can’t do anything without the saddle.” Hiccup urges, smoothing a hand down Toothless’s face to calm him. The idea of the stunts they pull makes Hiccup’s stomach flip-flop with excitement, but the thought of doing them without the saddle or his wingsuit makes the sensation terribly uncomfortable. 

“No, Toothless- wait!” Hiccup cries as the dragon spreads his wings, but Toothless pays no mind to his begging, launching himself off of the ground and taking Hiccup along with him. Hiccup is left to lay forwards, clutching desperately at Toothless’s stocky neck in hopes of staying anchored.

“Bud! I know you’re mad that I left without you,” Hiccup shouts to be heard over the wind whipping around them, skin prickling as Toothless heads straight for the cold mist curtaining Berk in from its surrounding islands, “But please turn around! If we fly without the saddle I’m going to fall.”

Toothless’s wings beat powerfully, uncaring towards Hiccup’s begging. 

Hiccup groans, grasping tighter at Toothless’s neck and praying he’s as strong of a swimmer as he was the last time he plunged into the ocean.

Toothless keeps tight to the water, hugging the ocean where he’d typically jet them into the clouds at a near-vertical angle. It means that Hiccup misses his helmet very dearly as his face and hair are whipped with wind, but he’s able to hold steady on Toothless’s neck, and won’t tumble from the sky.

“Where are you taking us, bud?” He asks, despite its futility, because all Toothless does is grumble and tuck his auricles back tighter against his head. 

Whatever this is, it’s got Toothless tense. Hiccup can feel it, Toothless’s muscles are strained and his wings beat with purpose. He hopes it’s not another attack on Berk’s shores, but if it were, he knows the other riders would have rallied to stop it instead of waiting for him to get back. Unless- Toothless didn’t show them? But of course he would have, he’d have plucked Astrid straight off of the ground and nearly drowned her in an attempt to swim towards the island they’re speeding for.

Toothless’s landing is rough enough to knock Hiccup off of his back, and the man tumbles to the grass below him for the second time in mere minutes. He groans, feeling his tailbone ache with what’s surely a bruise that’ll flare up tomorrow morning. He can’t even grumble to himself, though, because Toothless zips towards the dense forest, then looks back to find Hiccup gingerly picking himself up, and races back to grab the man’s arm between his teeth. He barely remembers to retract them, though he doesn’t bite hard, and Hiccup yelps as he’s dragged along towards the oncoming thicket. 

“Toothless! Easy, bud, I’ve got sealegs.” Hiccup gripes, but Toothless rumbles out a growl that’s distinctly displeased. Never aggressive, not towards Hiccup, but not happy either. A pointed, shut up- now that’s something Hiccup can understand in dragon speak.

Hiccup stumbles on one leg and one metal prong as Toothless drags him through bushes and trees, getting caught on more branches than he’d like to admit. It’s mystifying, and the suspense is turning his stomach slightly, because he’s not sure they’ve ever really come across any good surprises on Berk. Usually, when something catches them off guard, it’s because it wanted to.

Toothless’s nose twitches as he scents the air, parsing through birds and berries and boars to find you and her. Once he does, he gallops off hard to their left, and Hiccup barely muffles a surprised screech as he’s violently jerked along.

He hisses in pain as his prosthetic leg shifts uncomfortably in its socket, but Toothless is freezing before he can try to get the dragon to slow. He wants to reach for it, to soothe the stinging limb, but Toothless is stock-still, eyes wide and slitted in alarm as his ears stick out, picking up every sound for a mile.

“Toothless,” Hiccup breathes nervously, half of a whisper, barely an exhale, but it makes Toothless’s right auricle twitch testily. The thick silence of the forest, broken only by white noise suffocates them, making Hiccup’s already-nervous heartbeat even more irregular.

“Bud, please,” Hiccup begs shakily, keeping his voice as low as possible, but before he’s finished with the second syllable a figure darts into the corner of his vision, leaping high into the air and stretching to show off its massive stature.

It’s like nothing Hiccup’s ever seen before.

He reacts fast, scrambling backwards on an aching leg and letting Toothless shield him with a great black wing. The figure is a dragon, Hiccup notes, one that looks strikingly similar to Toothless in build, but shines with white scales that glimmer under the light of Berk’s seldom-seen sun. He has little time to admire her beauty before she strikes.

A purple blast of deadly plasma erupts from her yawning mouth, one that misses Toothless by a hair’s breadth. If she’s truly anything like a Night Fury, she doesn’t miss, so this may be their one and only warning.

“Toothless, let’s go!” Hiccup scrambles to mount his dragon again, but Toothless isn’t deterred, adopting the stance he tries out with hesitant young kids in the village who aren’t ready to graduate from feeding Terrible Terrors to offering their fingers up to a Night Fury. He ducks down, trying to appear smaller, and croons reassuringly at the dragon who’s distinctly pissed.

“She doesn’t like you, bud,” Hiccup yanks on one of Toothless’s auricles, stern but not rough, “This is not how you make friends!”

Toothless croaks, probably something sassy and affirmative, but another ghostly purple haze begins spilling from the white dragon’s jaw and Hiccup knows their time is just about up.

“Now, Toothless,” He decides, climbing atop the dragon, saddle be damned, “Get us out of here now!”

For once, Toothless listens. He leaps into the air and, coupled with Hiccup’s frantic positioning of the false tail fin, soars out of the dragon’s blast range and beelines for a cliffside half a mile east. It’s partially shrouded with mist, that charming Berkian weather, and Hiccup feels moisture cling to his fingers and nose as he dismounts Toothless on shaky legs. They can still see her, and she can still see them. She watches, eyes sharp, tail lashing irritably, but she doesn’t give chase.

“Oh, bud,” Hiccup gasps for breath, his hands braced on his pulsing knees for stability, “We really cut it close there. What was that?”

Hiccup is no stranger to discovering new dragon species, but this one seemed markedly different. Near-identical to Toothless, something sparks heavy at his chest: are there more Night Furies? Or a sister-species? If they’re the same, could they- well, procreate? No wonder Toothless had pushed his luck instead of retreating. Hiccup has always felt a sinking feeling in his chest when he considers that Toothless may be the last of his kind. He’s a noble one, a valiant end to the reign of the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, but to know that there won’t ever be another Night Fury aside from the one panting at his side… that seems like a fate worse than death.

Toothless shakes his head disorientedly, his auricles flapping. Hiccup remembers with dismay that the white dragon hadn’t had so many facial fins protruding from her fair scales. Maybe their species weren’t related after all? Or maybe it’s just a difference of sex. 

Whatever it is, Hiccup vows to find out one day.

She’s hostile now, and they’d be fools to ignore her warning signs. But so was Toothless, and the dragon is now insistently pressing his face into Hiccup’s hands, warbling at him to do something!

They’ll keep their distance, and they’ll slowly but surely work their way into her favor. They always do: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III isn’t the burliest, hairiest, or the best with an axe in his tribe. But he is the viking who can tame any dragon with only a flash of his palm. He is the dragon master, and he will befriend this dragon.

“Okay bud,” Hiccup breathes, his face settling and his shoulders straightening in determination, the thrill of a new adventure thrumming in his veins, “It’s okay. We’ll go back and see her tomorrow. We’ll bring some fish, so she knows she can trust us. She’s just nervous- she’s probably had a bad experience before.”

Toothless warbles, prompting Hiccup onwards. 

“I know she looks a lot like you, bud, but don’t go too far. She has to feel safe around us, and she won’t if you’re all up in her business. If she tells you to stay away, do it.” Hiccup levels an accusatory glance at his dragon who huffs indignantly.

“I mean it! Remember what I had to do to befriend you? You threw up fish all over my tunics and you still wouldn’t let me touch you. Go slow.”

Toothless headbutts Hiccup so hard that he tumbles to the ground, this time through no fault of his prosthetic leg. He’s able to blame a lot of missteps on the metal peg, but he’s been clumsy all of his life. He misses catching himself on the stump just behind him, the tree shattered by lightning a long time ago, and the back of his head meets the forest floor with a thud that knocks the wind out of him.

He half-expects to see Toothless’s wide face taking up his entire field of vision when he opens his eyes, but the dragon is still throwing a temper tantrum, so he’s left to stare up at the trees above. Toothless sets about watching the pale dragon again, pacing back and forth and presumably mimicking her own movement. Hiccup’s vision drifts lazily over the leaves on the branches standing hundreds of feet above him, his chest heaving as his lungs slowly reinflate.

He hears birdsong, and looks up and to the left.

There’s a woman in the trees.

A sharp gasp is wrenched from his throat, one that alerts Toothless to the fact that something is wrong. Hiccup’s eyes widen as he spots your crouched form, ready to spring at any moment. There’s a spear clutched in your fist, so tightly that Hiccup can see the bones in your hand. It’s aimed at his heart, and Hiccup feels it kick into overdrive as he lays sprawled on the forest floor, a perfect target.

He has the good sense to spring upright, and Toothless, who’d tracked his eyes and spotted you too, offers his large head as support for Hiccup to get to his feet with. Toothless offers a throaty growl at you, but you’re frozen in place, and neither of them want to attack unless they’re being attacked. They watch as your fierce eyes- reminiscent of the white dragon still pacing below you, bore into them, marking them for death like a predator does to its prey.

Hiccup feels hunted, and he prays your spear won’t fly.

“We’re not here to hurt anyone.” He tries, his voice meant to be soothing even if its tense and shaky, “Who are you?”

You don’t speak. Your mouth remains firmly shut, perhaps wired that way for how tightly it’s clenched. All you do is stare, your spear making a statement for itself in the way it points at the pair of them.

Toothless huffs, nudging Hiccup in the small of his back with his nose. It’s a ‘let’s get out of here’, but Hiccup’s starting to understand more and more why Toothless wouldn’t leave the white dragon alone down there.

You’re not emaciated, but you’re nothing like the overfed vikings of berk. Hiccup can see thick, corded muscle laying hidden beneath your flesh, and there’s scars littering your skin like a map. Your eyes are wild, afraid and vicious all at once, a look he’s only ever seen in dragons. 

You’re like him, then.

“I’m Hiccup.” He offers, “And.. I live on that island over there. Beyond the mist. It’s called Berk. Is that your dragon down there?”

There’s no response from you yet, which Hiccup laments, but your eyes briefly, worriedly flicker down towards the clearing where the white dragon is watching them.

“She’s okay. We’re not going to hurt her. Or you, we’re- we just want to make friends. Dragons are welcome on Berk. And so are you. If you need a place to stay, you two can fly over with us.”

Hiccup’s disappointed but not surprised to receive silence in return.

“We’re leaving now.” Hiccup slowly makes his way onto Toothless’s back, once more lamenting that it’s bare, “You should come with us. We can give you food, shelter, clean water, and a healer for any injuries you’ve got.”

You don’t so much as glance down at your mangled skin. Your eyes never leave Hiccup, not even as he lays himself flat on Toothless, prepped for flying back into the wind, “Come with us! It’s just over there.”

He points again, but you make no move to follow.

“Please? We can help you.” He begs, but you don’t budge, still waiting to pounce if need be.

When Hiccup speaks again, it’s to Toothless. It’s a soft, mournful, “Come on, bud. Time to go.” that admits he knows you won’t follow even if he doesn’t say it.

Toothless lets out a sad sound, perhaps as close to a whimper as a dragon can get.

The two take off, and only when they fade into the shroud of the mist over the sea do you let your tense, aching muscles relax.

You know she’s okay- she can fend for herself, you just wish she never had to again. For all of their threatening ways- too loud, too confident, too pushy - they’d left. They’d offered peace, offered sanctuary, but you know better than to fly after just any promise of safety. He’d seemed in-tune with his dragon- the pair had even roughoused and he hadn’t hurt the dragon in discipline, but you won’t believe they’re good. No one is good, no human can be trusted with a dragon.

There’s very little human left in you. You’d been chained and caged beside numerous dragons, and you’d eaten from the same cruel hand. You’re something else now, not a human or a dragon, you are your own entity. You watch the man and his dragon fade into the mist, and you leap through the trees to get back to her.

She’s pacing until you hit the ground, then she’s running to nudge at your side. You’ve got a nasty scar against your left hip, once a huge, yawning gap in your flesh that had left you pale and trembling for weeks on end. It twinges, sometimes, even if it’s long-since healed, and you smooth a hand over it to show her it’s of no concern. 

You make your way back to the shelter you’ve found, merely a boulder that extrudes over a patch of grass without jagged rocks littering it. She lays comfortably beneath the shade of the overhang and you nestle into her side, your bodies fitting together compactly enough to avoid brushing the bars of the cage you’d been held in together. You’ve been sitting like this for a decade, and you let her head fall over your lap as you begin stroking over her auditory fins.

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Hiccup hasn’t had a secret like this since Toothless himself. He’s scribbling in his journal by candlelight again, instead of kicking his legs into Tuffnut’s lap and letting Ruffnut peer over his shoulder. Toothless is in on it too, even though he has no idea what Hiccup is writing. He recognizes the streamlined, graceful body of the white dragon Hiccup is sketching, and the threatening human figure he’s drawn into thick tree branches.

“They won’t come to Berk.” Hiccup notes, his voice downtrodden and dull, “Not on their own. We’ll have to coax them over.”

Toothless trills inquisitively, and Hiccup continues as prompted, “Well, we’re gonna keep the fish plan for the dragon. But I’ll bring her something else.” He points at your crude drawing, “Fish stew, maybe. Some bread, some cheese, some lamb. I don’t know. She was-” He recalls your fierce gaze, your threatening demeanor, and shudders slightly, “She was like a dragon. Not- not like I am, more… feral.”

Toothless purrs reassuringly over Hiccup’s shoulder, nestling as much of his expansive head there as he can while Hiccup’s hand drifts upwards to scratch at Toothless’s jaw joint.

“I know, bud. We’ll figure it out. We always do.” Hiccup hums, “We’ll do it. You and me, as one.”

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Got given a genuine critisism coming from a good heart and encouragement to do better.

Did thing which I need to get better at.

Will need to do it again tomorrow.

And now I'm crying because a part of my brain took it too personally and that part has major control.

Sad.

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The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

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As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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I am Alaa… Can you hear me?

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

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From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

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