Hi, I'm Nathan, AKA Wesley. I'm 31, he/him. I used ta be a vtoobah. I like movies, tabletop RPGs and by all accounts I'm an artist, too. For now you can see my art at https://sheezy.art/kurokomrade
if you've been hearing less about gaza lately, it's because most of the journalists are dead. hassan eslayeh, who was murdered yesterday in his hospital bed by israel, had 351 videos archived on tiktokgenocide.com (an online archive of israeli atrocities i recommend you browse). this single journalist alone had contributed 351 videos. the same database lists that 252 journalists have been killed in gaza since october 7th. the cpj's archive of journalists killed is 178. they have a more conservative and less accurate estimate since they have less information on those media workers who work with local outlets.
regardless of the exact number, the number of journalists killed is so high that it is markedly affecting the footage and documentation we have coming out of gaza now. let me prove it to you: 70 people were killed today, May 14th 2025. did you know that?
77 was yesterday's final toll, and already over 54 killed today, most of them women and children (not that it matters). six families in khan younes entirely erased, from the babies to the grandparents. no breaking news alerts from western outlets, no ticker on CNN, no comment from any news anchors. the only people doing that job right now it seems are american college students getting their diplomas withheld for mentioning palestine in their graduation speeches
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.
The Israeli occupation bombed Nasser Hospital tonight and bombed the journalists' tent there, which led to the burning of 3 journalists and there are 8 martyrs. The Israeli occupation is using the most heinous types of killing and genocide against us. We do not deserve all of this. Please, I do not want to burn to death here. Help me with a donation, so that I can escape, me and my family, out of Gaza as soon as possible. Please.
We desperately need your help here so we can escape the war zone. Please donate and share. Tell everyone what is happening to us here.!!!
‼️Are you waiting for me and my family to die or what? I want to tell you that if you find me missing from Tumblr, know that I was killed by the Israeli occupation because they started randomly dropping missiles on everyone. I don't know why everyone is ignoring me. We are living through hellish days here. We are in dire need of your donations. Your donations will speed up my family and me leaving Gaza!
We are running out of time. The bombs are getting closer. A cousin of the Al-Anqars was martyred in the past few days, along with his entire family. Every single euro counts so much more than you could possibly know. Please, spare what you can—a 5 euro donation is the difference between life and death.
The Al-Anqar family needs your help. They are a 14 person family trapped in North Gaza. Death is closing in. Please, as people of the so-called Free World, please help.
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severian from the book of the new sun: The burden of recollection.
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