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Im sorry I didnât reply to your message for three weeks. I did not forget about it infact I thought about it regularly every day. It will happen again
Please help us Here you will find a link to donate to families in Gaza đâ€ïžđ
What youâre about to read isnât a story itâs what remains after a home, a street, and a future are taken away !!
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We are Anasâs family, and this is our story from Gaza.
I never imagined I would be writing something like this, or sharing pieces of our life this way, but here we are. As you can see in the photos and videos Iâm sharing, everything around us has changed. The place we once called home no longer exists. We lost our house, our land, and the life we spent years building, piece by piece, with memories that can never be replaced.
Today, we live in a tent. This thin fabric is all that separates us from the cold nights, the heat during the day, and the constant fear that never really leaves. Privacy is gone, comfort is gone, and safety feels like a distant memory. Every morning starts with the same question: how will we get through today?
Simple things that once felt normal are now daily struggles. Cooking means lighting firewood, breathing in smoke, and hoping we can find enough food to last. There is no electricity, no gas, no certainty. Just survival, one meal at a time.
Inside the tent, everything is cramped. This is where we sleep, rest, and try to feel human again. There is no silence here, only the sounds of drones, explosions, and the weight of uncertainty. Nights are the hardest. Fear gets louder when the world goes quiet.
The war did not stop. It is still happening, every single day. The sky fills with smoke, the ground shakes, and we are reminded again and again that nothing here is stable. Each explosion feels closer than the last, and every moment carries the possibility of losing even more.
This video shows our street. Every house you see destroyed once held families, stories, laughter, and dreams. This is where we grew up, where we knew every corner and every neighbor. Now itâs all rubble. Walking through it feels unreal, like moving through a memory thatâs been violently erased.
If youâre able to help, you can donate through this link đđ
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Asking for help is not easy. Itâs humbling and painful. But the truth is, we cannot do this alone. We are trying to survive with dignity in conditions no one should ever have to endure.
If you are able, please consider donating through the link at the end of this post. We are close to reaching our second goal, and every contribution truly makes a difference.
If donating isnât possible, sharing this post is just as important. It helps our voices reach beyond Gaza, beyond the silence.
Obi-Wan being star wars' biggest damsel in distress while also being one of the most powerful jedi ever is so funny to me. Like he's getting captured on purpose. That has to be whats happening. "Oh nooo ive gotten tied up by somebody who's obsessed with me again!!looks like someone equally obsessed with me has to swoop in and save me :33" He's the pillow princess of warfare
at this point i expect hp fans to delude themselves more into thinking somehow its not what it looks like when theres literally no other way to look at it
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