Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
“How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here”
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face)
(On your face)
(On your face)
(On your face)
Everyday is like Sunday
“Win yourself a cheap tray”
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
It absolutely is NOT just the sexual activity the precedes intercourse. Seduction never ends. It isn’t something you only do before becoming intimate. Intimacy is all day. Foreplay is all day. It’s effort, words, the little things, subtleties, actions, willingness, and desire.
It’s letting them know that they’re on your mind. It’s doing things because you want to and not because you feel like you have to. It’s helping them see their beauty on the inside and out. It’s letting them know that they are yours and that you are theirs. It’s loving and caring for them. It’s teasing them. It’s showing them that they are the fuel that sets your very soul aflame.
Foreplay isn’t just touch. It’s not just rubbing the right spot or putting on an outfit. It’s growling terribly delicious things in their ear while you wrap your hands around their neck. It’s texting them. It’s calling them. It’s checking up on them. It’s asking if they need anything. It’s sharing responsibilities. It’s leaving little notes. It’s letting them feel your love and lust for them. It’s helping them realize how sexy, intelligent, creative, unique, and imperfectly perfect they are to you.
It’s being consistent and considerate. It’s enforcing rules and protocols. It’s passion. It’s follow through and being there. It’s not giving up and standing taller when things get tough. It’s making sure each other is doing their self-care. It’s making the time. It’s supporting each other. It’s friendship. It’s a union and partnership. It’s wanting each other. It’s lifting each other up. It’s listening to them. It’s guiding them. It’s helping them grow. It’s COMMUNICATION!
Foreplay is what you do all day long. It’s all of the things you do for one another. It’s your words and your actions. The seduction never ever ends. You continuously seduce each other physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and intellectually. So, go forth and remember: Foreplay all day.
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.
«А когда буря закончится, вы не вспомните, как вы её пережили, как вам удалось выжить.
Вы даже не будете уверены, действительно ли буря закончилась.
Но одно можно сказать наверняка: вы выйдете из бури, но вы уже не будете тем человеком, который вошёл в неё.
В этом и заключается смысл этой бури».
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
