so the thing about “the alchemist” is that varian is not very good at hiding that persona. he’s been living with people who know what he did, and his life has been so defined by it that it’s almost impossible to hide/not mention.
but he’s got big baby blue eyes that are only unsettling sometimes, and he says “fiddlesticks” when he’s mildly annoyed and “gee i’m bushed” when he’s tired, and he sings lullabies and tells bedtime stories to get his raccoon to fall asleep, and he’s a giant nerd with such endearing enthusiasm that brightens the lives of the people around him. so no one suspects.
varian carries a nail clipper with his supplies, yet when nuru finds him biting his nails to shorten them anyway, he says “prison habit. we weren’t allowed to have weapon-like things” with a completely deadpan expression. and nuru just laughs at what she thinks is a joke and pats his shoulder as she goes by.
it almost gets to the point where varian is trying to tell the gang, but none of them believe him.
I am Abdullah from Gaza. 💔My family of eight was forcibly displaced from Rafah, leaving all our belongings behind. 💔😭We used to live in Rafah, but the war forced us to leave our home and live in Khan Younis. We lost our home and my father's shop, our only source of income, and now live in a very small tent with no water, food, or sanitation. 💔Our lives have become miserable. Every little contribution is valuable, and your donations, big or small, make a huge difference to my family.🫂💔
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
It’s so weird growing up in an ingredients household that changed into a snack home in your late teens because what do you mean there is uncrustables in the freezer you spent seventeen years acting like they would kill me?
I hate this scene so much could you imagine going up to a 14 year old and asking them if they care more about their dying father or the country they live in and then having the nerve to not only be surprised but angry that they didn’t answer the way you wanted them to???? Oh my god????
When I was little me and my siblings would play this game on the trampoline we called “bouncy ball” where we would kick the ball at each other and if you were the last person to be touching the ball before it falls off then you loose and had to walk barefoot through goat heads to retrieve the ball while the others chanted “BOUNCY BALL BOUNCY BALL” at you
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