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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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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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Blogging this tweet because this explains SO MUCH about the mindset of pretty much all the folks I’ve known who’re against single-payer, it’s not even funny…

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this is what having sex with sonic the hedgehog sounds like btw

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inspired by a friend misspeaking

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HELP MY DAD'S OCTOPUS DOCUMENTARY IS EXPLAINING THE HISTORY OF TENTICAL PORN AND MONSTER HENTAI WTF

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My dad is watching an octopus documentary and I just had to genuinely ask him if it was a horror movie

Like why was the startup so similar to a natural horror type film it was so ominous

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Why do I love spiderman?

I always have. Ever since I've been introduced to the concept of superheroes I have always loved him.

The earliest memory I have of him is being somewhere around the 4 - 6 age range, I was sitting in the living room playing with toys as my dad had one of the Toby maguire spiderman films playing. I don't remember much of it but I think that's the earliest I can remember knowing who spiderman was.

When I was maybe 6, I went to someone's birthday party, it was marvel themed, and we had a Spiderman show up as a party princess. I followed him around the whole time he was there, enamored with the fact there was someone there. I knew he wasn't actually Peter Parker, I think I've always had a good understanding that the world of superheroes was separate from my own. But I "played along for the little kids" and still enjoyed playing pretend. I remember before he showed up, I had to fight with the face painter there to make me spiderman, because she kept calling me spiderwoman. I hated when people called me spiderwoman when I was clearly spiderman. One of my most cherished memories is when spiderman showed up and was going to read us all a story(his story), and crouched down directly in front of me, and just gave me this huge look of shock while pointing out that I was him. I don't remember much or the party, but that spiderman party princess holds a special place in my heart.

When I was in elementary school I would tell my classmates how much I loved spiderman and how I had a crush on him. I didn't quite know what love was back then, just that silly childhood understanding where I knew I was supposed to have a crush, because that was normal.

Did I like the actor? Toby or Andrew? Perhaps I liked the cartoon Peter Parker? No. I had a crush on the creature that embodies that mask.

I never loved Peter Parker, I loved the mask, and the message behind them. But I didn't know that back then.

When I was 13 I realized I might not be a girl. Spiderman became something I could look up to and wish I was. I started to realize that all the times I thought I wanted to date spiderman when I was younger, I actually just wanted to be him. I'd joke to my friends how the signs were there and how we all somehow missed them. The fact I'd get so mad when people said I had to be spiderwoman when I wanted to be spiderman. It felt so obvious.

My love of spiderman has stayed for years despite everything. It has evolved, it has changed, but it never went away.

I love spiderman as a whole, Peter Parker, the entity of the mask, or any version there is of him. One thing I especially love, Peter had every single reason to be a villain. Bullied at school, rarely taken seriously, in world and the writers all treat him like shit, and yet he's still the hero. He's still the friendly neighborhood spiderman. It takes so much willpower to be able to be able to go through hell and still be the hero at the end of the day. To have the world give you hell and not want to make it burn in return. Yet here he is, still doing what's right at the end of the day. That is why I like spiderman.

Spiderman inspired me to do what's right, because even when the world gives him hell, he's still out there being the hero and helping those who need it regardless of how they were to him. I want to do that too. I want to make the world a kinder place even if the world hasn't been kind to me. Just like spiderman.

All of these instances explain why I love spiderman.

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God I need to draw them </3

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I love that big mac is consistently shown to want to be more than an earth pony it's so *screaming*

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people are literally so boring a male character will kill 10000 people and steal candy from babies and theyll be like omg thats my king! but a female character is rude once and theyre like i hope she dies violently

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I want to tell a story to the artists and would-be artists out there.

When I was 19, I made a large oil painting of the nerd I would eventually marry. I poured all my attention and care into this painting. It's the only art I have from back then that still holds up as a work I'm proud of today.

I entered it into a judged show at the local art center. It got an honorable mention. I went to see the show with my beloved model. One of the judges came up to talk to me, and highlighted that all the judges really liked the painting. It would have placed, except, you see, the feet were incorrect. They were too wide and short, and if I just studied a bit more anatomy-

I called over my future wife, and asked her to take off her shoe. Being already very used to humoring me, she did. The judge looked at her very short, very wide little foot. Exactly as I'd lovingly rendered it. I would never edit her appearance in any way.

The judge looked me in the eye, and to his credit, he really looked like he meant it when he said "Oh I'm so sorry."

Anyways the moral of the story is that all of those anatomy books that teach you proportions are either showing you averages, or a very specific idea of an idealized body. Actual bodies are much more varied than that.

So don't forget to draw from observation, and remember that humans aren't mass produced mannequins. Delight in our variation. Because it's supposed to be there.

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is this coherent-

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met tommyinnit 👍

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Just saw an add for whitening toothpaste and I find it really funny that the girl asked her friend "woah how'd you get your teeth so white" then a dentist pops into thin air to say you have to use crest toothpaste meanwhile the dentist herself has normal yellow teeth that don't look uncannily photoshopped white