Nader has spent the last eighteen years of his life in the Gaza strip. He has witnesses war after war, famine, fear, and death. His little cousin is now a toddler and has known nothing but terror herself.
If you'd like to help my friend Nader and his family afford food, medical, and housing costs please consider contributing to Nader's fundraiser, or reblogging! Thank you so much.
its an altered version of this green fireflies one
im really proud of this for no reason all i did was change the colors but anyways you guys should still reblog if you use it definitely id be very happy :)))))))))
edit: oh my god fine. it's not copy and paste anymore fine okay?? here's the link to github. for fuck's sake guys 😭
The difference between Finney during the ending scene of the first movie and the opening scene of the sequel really drives in just how young Finney is in that first movie. He's too young to fully understand what the Grabber did to him, it's still traumatic of course, but he doesn't grasp the full extent yet, there's still an innocence to him. He's grateful that the event has stopped the bullying, he's happy people look up to him, he's happy his crush is talking to him. Cut to tpb2, that joy is gone, that final innocence lost- he understands fully now what happened to him, he's so full of fear and grief he's taking on the characteristics of the person who saved him (Robin.) He doesn't let anyone into his life, he's turning to drugs to cope, it's such a stark contrast.
By the way, we all talked about Finney acting like Robin in the beginning of the second movie... Does anyone notices that Finney started to wear some kind of pendant? Not the same, but still. Maybe it was another reminding for him of Robin?
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came…
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing…
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
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