“You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself… to be shipwrecked together, (to) perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him - to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips… or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.”
Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love
If you were to tell me 2 weeks ago that I'll go to France for a week and come back crazy over a boy I'd have LAUGHED AT YOU but here I am CRAZY OVER A BOY I MET IN FRANCE LAST WEEK (no need to worry, he's not french, I'm not that reckless)
If you were to tell me 2 weeks ago that I'll go to France for a week and come back crazy over a boy I'd have LAUGHED AT YOU but here I am CRAZY OVER A BOY I MET IN FRANCE LAST WEEK (no need to worry, he's not french, I'm not that reckless)
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
If you were to tell me 2 weeks ago that I'll go to France for a week and come back crazy over a boy I'd have LAUGHED AT YOU but here I am CRAZY OVER A BOY I MET IN FRANCE LAST WEEK (no need to worry, he's not french, I'm not that reckless)
If you were to tell me 2 weeks ago that I'll go to France for a week and come back crazy over a boy I'd have LAUGHED AT YOU but here I am CRAZY OVER A BOY I MET IN FRANCE LAST WEEK (no need to worry, he's not french, I'm not that reckless)
Vulcan naming conventions prioritize names that start with S and end with K (especially for men). Names tend to be of one or two syllables. Consonant stacks (such as the 'Sp' in 'Spock') are encouraged. So what is it about the name of my cool new Vulcan OC, Startreck, that everyone suddenly has a problem with
Getting into Star Trek has left me doomed. I go to read or watch something completely unrelated and when two people touch hands it feels so scandalous like I audibly gasp because im so used to reading spirk fics that immediately have to go “oh. I forgor”
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