Using my dead tumblr account from the 7th grade to rant about how my man gave me these 3px quality bass tabs bcs his bassist quit refused to give me higher quality ones and sent me a vid of her playing at 20383893933 speed so I have to tab it myself like if you treated any other future bassist trying to join your band like this you’re never finding a bassist let alone one that will be as dedicated as I am. Then again do I really wanna be in my bf’s band anyway bcs— like drama n communication yada yada ykwim but he needs to treat the future bassist better than this they’re gonna quit just like the old one did goddamn
Hello,
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.
🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources.
📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.
😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude,
Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
✅️ Vetted by ✅️
@gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #309 )✅️
Hello Everyone, I am Mosab Suleiman Al Derawi, 28 years old, my wife Nadine Adel A… Mosab Derawi needs your support for Help me saving who's
PSA: You are the sum of your nurture and nature. You are what happens when someone goes through everything you have. Your reactions are appropriate and valid in accordance with what you’ve been through!
When you have an abusive parent, there are only 2 paths for you to take.
You can swallow the blue pill, and say “my parents raised me right,” denying how damaged you truly are, and blindly continuing the cycle of abuse.
You can swallow the red pill, and say “hey, my life… kind of sucks!” Through self enquiry, DBT therapy, meditation, all of these things you can learn and heal from the trauma, aggressively destroying the cycle of abuse, making sure nobody around you is hurt the way you were hurt.
The perfect child abuse victim is small, fragile, usually a woman to fit the "damsel in distress" idea. The parent that abuses them is already seen as a shitty person by their community, making no effort to hide who they truly are. They may even brag about how they treat their kids. Usually an aggressive man, maybe addicted to some sort of substance.
The kid themselves has visible bruises, visible hurt on their body. Messy hair, and ratty clothes to show how little the parent cares about taking care of them. They're smelly, probably haven't taken a shower in a while - ew!!!
There is no nuance to this and everyone can tell they are being abused. There is no room for doubt as everyone already knows the abuser is a shit person, and the child looks clearly in pain as well.
But usually cases don't go like this. Chances are if you're reading this you are a victim yourself and are far away from this ideal our society has created of the perfect victim. Chances are your abuser makes sure you go to school with pure, clean clothes and no visible hurt. Chances are they try to appear loving and kind to their community because they crave the affection of their community. Chances are this all may not apply to you and you do fit the bill of the perfect victim, it's just that your community doesn't give a fuck about you enough to do anything about your abuser.
