Truly, it is the little thingsThe dimple in your smileHow you let goAs you danceThe warmth you giveAs you hold meThe world once again Spurned youNow you’ve retreatedIn yourself I hold your handPulling you outWhen you’re not readyJust wanted to hold you, steadyAs if we just fit Into our respiratorsOur crashing planeHit by a meteorNot sure if we survived Or we’re still falling Because it feels As…
bend over backwardsresist the heatpretend to be borosilicatewhen im weaker than thator maybe i am borosilicatea container, filled with liquidplaced into an autoclave heat and pressurechanging phasesits no surprise that i explodemaybe it is having expectationsbut no it is usually my hopes that are dashed one would think I would be used to itstill it hurtsjust not as severe as when i was a…
these streets lined with lightsof despair and longingwe waited what seemedto be an eternityroads that went one waynow go twoand yet the potholes remainthis was my residencewhere I laboredbut my attachmentswere few disconnectionwas all I knewThat wasuntil I met youYou took these streetsof abandonand carried me throughYou spun me among the skyscrapers thatbarely had morethan 20 floorsyou left me…
It is beautiful
Being human
Experiencing emotion
Sensations
Until
It becomes manipulation
Darkness resurges
So ecstasy is pain
Dreams are nightmares
Mind stained
With shame and feelings
Of filth and disgust
Those times are gone
16 years away
Or closer to 12
Because there wasn’t
A true escape
the Gaia
Permits the destruction
Of the very thing she created
Hurricanes,…
i awoke on a thursday morningdreary-eyed with an attempted smiletrying to fill othersto fill myselfthis gaping hole in my heartbut i was mistakenfor the holewas a sucking voiddrawing colorand oxygen before my eyesthere is a whisperwithin:"you've failed""i have?""isn't it obvious?"that i am the threadwrong suited for the quilt of lifei have a purposeto hold togetherto keep connectedbut im sure if…
I have been mulling over lots of ideas to type here, but I haven’t been able to muster up whatever I need to open this platform. Sometimes, it really takes me having a bout of crying or a mental breakdown to tap the maple syrup which are the thoughts and feelings. The world has been continuously exhausting and dying. From climate change, to corrupt leaders, fast-rising fascism, genocides, and…
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.
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.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
My instincts tell me to go. A year and a half into my postdoc, I have constant, unchanging communication issues with my PI (boss).The first month was really hard as I spent most of my time writing a new proposal for a grant. It really took a toll on my mental and physical health. I had to resubmit, relapsed into PTSD symptoms and in the meantime I started my project that didn’t have actual funds…
there is no respite for methe little light that is leftis dimming too fastno oxygen to lastif i close my eyesmaybe the thudding will ceaseslow to nothingbut my eyes openwidebut my body is paralyzedthoughts rush throughout my bodycrushing each cellphospholipids astraybut i remain intactfrom an outsider's viewthey saw i was a hungry childso i was taught to fishto feed myselfgiven only hooksnow look…
it's clear to me nowwhat i've always known deep downi was just a pawn a tissue to be used crumpled and disgardedyou say you love meoh how you showwhen my knees were skinnedthe only faults were my owni collected your diatribesand carved them into weaponsof self-destructionyou call me your saviorwhile you desecrateany altar you made your greatest giftssuffer your wrathand brokenesswhen i was…
okay but why are so many medical professionals focused solely on getting their patients back to their jobs and not actually helping the patient feel better. like you will be literally unable to digest food or eat or do anything and they'll be like "that's not good we gotta get you BACK to WORK!!!!!!!!" and so they drag their heels and take up a bunch of time and give you treatments that don't work or take forever to give you ones that do and when you tell them. hey i still don't feel good the first thing is "BUT YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
fuck my stupid job. i'm dying. i'm a person not a walking job. help me. a lot of medical professionals will refuse to do their job and instead lecture you about being unable to go to your job instead. unreal.
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