i would like a hug…. JUST KIDDING! i would like TWO hugs. (suddenly becomes cold and standoffish) i don’t need anything or anyone and i don’t want to talk about it.
Four Stars from Gaza Shine in the Arab Cup in Qatar… While Their Families Face Cold and Darkness in Tents 🔥🇵🇸
In one of the most powerful moments in Palestinian football, three players and their coach from Gaza are delivering outstanding performances alongside the rest of the Palestinian national team in the Arab Cup in Qatar, while their families back home live in tents without heating, through freezing nights, without electricity, and carrying water on their shoulders.
It is the Palestinian reality: glory rising under stadium lights, while pain continues beneath torn fabric.
Hamed Hamdan… Running with the Heart of Al Maghazi
Every step Hamed takes carries the weight of the camp, where his family battles a harsh winter inside a fragile tent. His performance is a message of strength to an entire people.
Mohammed Saleh… The Steadiness of Jabalia
From muddy roads and destroyed homes comes the quiet defender who reflects the resilience of the camp in every challenge on the field. His strength mirrors the patience of families waiting for warmth.
Khaled Al Nabris… The Unbreakable Spirit of Khan Younis
His attacking energy is born from a reality where mothers stay awake beside shivering children and families fight the cold in worn-out tents. His play carries Gaza’s pain—and its hope.
Coach Ihab Abu Jazar… A Heart Split Between the Pitch and Gaza
With one eye on his team and one on Khan Younis still trapped in darkness, he leads knowing that every goal is a small window of light for families living their hardest days.
Between the stadium lights and Gaza’s tents… stands Palestine
Their brilliance in the Arab Cup is not just athletic success—it is a message of resilience: some stand under the lights, and others wait for warmth under a tent… yet hope remains one.
My family is part of this story too
We are from Gaza as well.
We face the same cold, the same darkness, the same daily battle to survive inside a torn tent.
And just as these players carry Gaza onto the pitch, we carry its struggle in our everyday life.
Please support us.
Your help could be the difference between another freezing night… and a small chance at life.
My name is Diala from Gaza — a mother fighting to stay alive for her three young children: Hesham (5), Moamen (4), and Taj (1). During the recent war, I suffered a fracture in my skull, which has caused severe complications and ongoing kidney problems due to malnutrition. I am now in urgent need of three surgical operations, including:
Skull reconstruction to repair the injury
A forehead reconstructive procedure
Removal of a stent and kidney stones
The war did not only wound my body — it destroyed our entire life.
Our home was completely destroyed, and my husband Ahmed lost his job and his only source of income — his car. Today, we are living in a worn-out tent that provides no protection from the cold winter or the intense summer heat, and offers no safety or dignity for our children.
Why Your Support Is Critical
Due to the collapse of the healthcare system in Gaza, the lack of medications, and the unavailability of surgeries, my life is at risk every single day.
I urgently need to leave Gaza with my family to receive medical treatment, undergo the necessary surgeries, and provide a safer and more stable future for my children.
Campaign Goal
Our goal is to raise $25,000 to cover:
Medical procedures and treatment
Travel and accommodation expenses
Basic daily needs for the children
Starting a stable and safe life
Even $50 per day can help us secure the basic necessities of life while we wait for treatment.
How You Can Help
Your donation — no matter the amount —
is a real step toward saving a mother’s life, healing a wounded body, and giving three innocent children a future that doesn’t begin with destruction.
If you are unable to donate, simply sharing our campaign can make a life-changing impact.
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From My Heart to Yours
In a world full of noise, it means everything to be heard.
Thank you to everyone who prays for us, donates, or shares our story.
You are the hope we hold onto — the door that could save my family from being lost.
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I really wasn't planning on making a post about this until my brain was suddenly stricken with yapper's disease—
I deeply cherish the way the 03 series gives its own great deal of context to the boys' states of mind between the time that Hohenheim left and the time they attempted human transmutation, though this post will mostly be focusing on the impact Hohenheim's disappearance left on them. While we do get some scenes depicting that period of time in the manga and 09 series, the 03 series takes its time adding more substance to those same scenes or giving us new scenes to work with.
And, in this case, the boys' reactions to being abandoned differs in how Ed and Al are allotted more time to express their myriad of thoughts instead of only having a minute to spare before either moving straight to the anger stage or quickly accepting what happened and growing emotionally distant from the situation. They're allowed to grapple with their mounting confusion and distress as their father's absence starts seeming less like a temporary situation and more like a sign of his permanent withdrawal from the family.
I'd first like to point out the creative liberties the 03 series took with Al's perspective.
Unlike Ed, Al willingly brings up their dad in conversation, speaks of him with a jolly tone and a smile, and asks their mom if the man would also be proud of them for learning alchemy and becoming so good at it.
He evidently wonders when their dad will be coming back home in both anime adaptations (though Trisha dodges his question in the 09 series rather than tell the boys he'd come home someday), but the 03 series goes a bit further with his perspective by showing not only how frequently he asks for their father (I'll come back to this), but later on asking Ed why he hates their dad so much. In his young mind, he wholeheartedly believes their mom everytime she'd tell them he'll eventually come back, because why would she lie about something like that? Why shouldn't he trust her words and believe that their dad will surely come walking through the front door again?
A bit of blind faith if you will, but that's to be expected at his age.
The kid holds no animosity towards their dad and he waits for his return, despite the fact that he was five at most when the guy walked out on them and is now seven as he asks Ed the golden question: what is it about their dad that so often makes him the target of his brother's anger?
I really love Ed's answer to the question though, because he understandably starts by bringing up the obvious truth: he left, and to most people, that would be a good enough reason to dislike someone. But then he goes on to further explain that, while he hardly has any clear memories of their dad, their mom gets sad everytime she thinks of him, and that's enough for him to dislike him. If Trisha gave little to no care for Hohenheim leaving without much of an explanation, then Ed would learn to do the same (he probably wouldn't even feel quite so strongly about the guy leaving them behind), but she does care, so he cares as well, and he hates how it seems as though their dad simply doesn't.
And its fitting that Al is unable to find a proper rebuttal to Ed's admission, because he understands his brother so well. Ed would never truly direct any negative feelings towards someone for absolutely no reason, so the reasons he listed for doing so towards their dad all knowingly come from a place of vulnerability and honesty. Al sees the way their mom acts when she thinks they aren't looking, and he sees the way his brother sometimes struggles to grasp that they aren't the reason he left.
He doesn't share Ed's aversion to their dad, but he understands it.
Then Trisha eventually falls ill, and Ed's aversion is suddenly being put to the test.
He comes to a realization, as he and Al watch their mom weakly call out to Hohenheim in her fevered state, and he decides however he feels about their dad shouldn't be getting in the way of her happiness. He's ten now, he'd grown comfortable with the idea of never needing to rely on a man who ditched them years ago, and he'd long ago stopped hoping for the day he would ever show his face in Resembool again.
Al still waits for that day to happen though, and Trisha, bedridden and knocking on death's door, still wishes to see him. So Ed relents, and for once, he grows hopeful for their sakes.
The boys devise a plan to write letters to the addresses Hohenheim sent them letters from, hopeful that an acquaintance of his could pass the letters along, or, even better, that he could be at one of those locations to directly receive their pleas for his return. And Ed is honest with Al as they talk about going through with this plan; he wants nothing to do with their dad, doesn't even want to see him now of all times. But their mom needs to see him, it'd definitely make her happy, and she deserves that much for still choosing to patiently wait for his return.
He never arrives.
Even as she utters her final breaths, she's thinking of Hohenheim and the flowers he'd transmute for her, and Al, sitting by her freshly made grave, tragically puts together why she loved seeing them perform alchemy so much.
And this was the point at which Ed's feelings towards their dad beautifully transition from bitter to downright hateful. Back then, he'd told Al that he simply doesn't like their dad because he left and subsequently made their mom sad. Now though, after watching their mom's life wither away as they all waited for him, only for him to never return and not even show up for her funeral, his feelings have gone far beyond the threshold of pure dislike. What truly fuels his outpouring of rage though is how he allowed himself to so foolishly believe for a moment that their dad would come home, and that they ever needed him to come back home in the first place.
He gave Hohenheim a chance to prove him wrong, to prove that he cared and prove that their mom still mattered to him, only for that chance to be mercilessly stepped on like some insignificant ant.
And we can tell right away that the experience made Ed's dislike deepen into this complex web of betrayal and abhorrence because he's far more verbal, far more spiteful, anytime Hohenheim is so much as referenced to in conversation from now on.
I adore the way Al's relentlessly optimistic view of their dad's position in their lives continues to be expanded upon alongside Ed's. It still serves a crucial purpose to this prologue section of the story, and it works as a fascinating antithesis to Ed's increasingly pessimistic view.
Al thinks they should try reaching out to him again, to acquire his help with human transmutation since he has extensive knowledge on the matter that likely surpasses what the two of them combined know. Beyond his logical suggestion to rely on someone more experienced for such a dangerous act though, is his unspoken plea for their dad to just come home after losing their mom. It's still heard though, and Ed detests what he hears. To Al, getting their dad back at this point would be the equivalent of graciously nursing a wound still raw and wide open from the trauma that created it. To Ed though, any amount of comfort would be too little too late, and any amount of help from their dad would feel no different from rubbing salt and baking soda into that same wound.
They'd been living their lives just fine without him since their mom was around, and Ed is certain they'll continue living the rest of their lives just fine without him.
But later down the road, long after they've been afflicted with the tragic results of their attempt at breaking the laws of alchemy, Al's soul still leaps with excitement and some level of apprehension when faced with the possibility of seeing their dad again. He acknowledges to Fletcher that their dad leaving Resembool put a great amount of strain on the entire family, and his obsession with alchemy physically and emotionally weighed upon their mom all the way up to her untimely death, but he remains the only one to speak about the man without drenching his words in venom the way Ed so often does.
This is what I said I'd come back to in the first section of this post with how frequently Al asked about their dad.
It's not entirely clear when this final scene takes place other than it being during that four year frame of time before Trisha passed away, but it's reasonable to assume this is within the first year that Hohenheim left.
Ed, while on the hunt for a seven foot tall suit of armor, comes across the sight of a river in the distance, and he thinks back to the last time he and Al fought so badly that one of them ran off somewhere to stew in their anger. The ensuing flashback begins with Ed in a similar situation, pouting to himself with Al nowhere to be seen, as their mom comes outside looking for the two of them. She takes in the sight of her oldest son's bruises and automatically knows the boys had gotten themselves into some kind of trouble, but Ed's frustrated response has her immediately figuring out that they had a fight. He goes on to explain that Al wouldn't stop pestering him with questions about when their dad is coming home, questions that Ed undoubtedly answered with his usual bluntness for this sort of outcome to occur.
Trisha isn't disappointed or at all surprised by what happened, which is a reasonable reaction to one child who seeks the answers he wants and another who understands that no answer will be good enough. All she can do is give a smile and subtly tell Ed to go find Al.
Of course, he knows exactly where to find him, much to his own chagrin.
Al jumps up from the riverbank as soon as he arrives, fully expecting another fight to occur, but Ed simply stares at him in contemplation and tells him to come home after a beat of silence. The younger boy is, of course, elated to see that Ed has gotten over their argument, even though the truce does little to resolve the argument considering the topic that started it in the first place is nowhere to be seen.
This just goes to show how differently the boys were learning to cope with Hohenheim leaving them behind.
Ed didn't take long to resign himself to the likelihood that they'd never see their dad again, not unlike the way he'd handle most problems throughout the series by looking at them through the eyes of a realist who knows better and not through the eyes of a fool who allowed themself to go from hopeful to naive. He obviously contradicts himself quite often though; before they even committed the taboo of trying to bring their mom back to life, he let himself grow hopeful for their dad's return, solely for their mom's sake. Even his one mission in life is a fool's errand, as he searches for a way of getting his and Al's bodies back to normal despite their losses being the payment for playing God.
He's a fool, but so is Al, who could never truly do as his brother and readily accept the notion that their dad is gone from their lives and doesn't deserve to come back. Hope had the unfortunate tendency of being the boys' downfall in their earlier days, when it sometimes burned so bright that it completely obscured their vision from the truth, but it's all they have left.
You know what they say about there being more hope for a fool than a wise man.
told a friend yesterday about how 03 makes roy the one who kills winry's parents instead of scar and she was mind blown by how much better it was. which is objectively true. one of the greatest changes to a canon ever made frankly
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.
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Because Gaza has no working banking system, we use my brother U.S. Stripe account to safely process donations for our family. Nothing is hidden — every dollar goes where it should. We are ready to show proof of anything, at any time.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
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Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
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