"It’s hard to believe that the body is his. Even with his unshakable likeness, his sharp bones, sharp features, dark hair fanned out under his shoulders, there is none of Sirius here. There will be no Sirius again. His life is erased from this mold, his lips sealed. The white lines of his body, his bones, his skin, are regal and nothing. A stranger could easily identify him as the Black heir, perfectly carved and colder than the room. He looks exactly as his mother would have wanted."
"Hands held under the table and found wandering in morning sheets and studied carefully under dorm bed canopies were made of soft folk but also something unfamiliar to them both; earnestness. A Silver Dagger melted down to full moon mercury and a starry, starry night born under traced scars traced, traced again. The small mole above Sirius’ eyebrow. All the others he could find in the pitch dark of space or blind with eyes gauged out."
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.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
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.
As today marks two month anniversary of "Y yo a tí, Cas" a friendly reminder that supernatural is just elaborate bible-fairytale fanfiction made into a series.
So in a way every headcanon and fanfiction is as valid as spn itself. Yeah, every and each of them. You have to choose what do you take as a canon and what do you leave out.
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