nicki

Do you still preform autopsies on conversations you’ve had lives ago?

[sonderingdreams]

NICKI, 7teen, she/her, sfw blog, any pov works unless requested. ꩜ .ᐟ

M A S T E L I S T

(hakiyu!!) 🏐ྀི

TSUKISHIMA: ⎚-⎚

Q is for quiet

Promise

Petty

Tsukishima head cannons

Fake dating

ATSUMU: ¬ᴗ¬

Hear me out challenge + atsumu

KENMA: 👾

Jealously

There will be more characters and other fandoms later, pinky promise.

- nicki.

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[gal-might-write]

BTW when you encounter a character and think "What's this guy's fucking problem?" that's your body trying to give you an out before you fall into obsession.

[sonderingdreams]

there is no doubt in kenma’s mind that he’s the lucky one in the relationship. sure did he establish bouncing balls corp? yeah. does he have his own successful fandom of thousands of unhinged fans that tune into his steams? yeah. is he best friends with multiple successful people that all originate back to teenage boy’s he knew from a volleyball team, that go back as far as high-school? yeah to that too.

but none of those titles compare to you. he doesn’t mean to get sappy or gross, really. but love does funny things to you. flips your whole world upside and makes you question everything. he didn’t plan for this to happen. didn’t see any of it coming and even admits to dismissing the idea of wanting it. that thing being well—love.

before it was a full blown distraction. and well he was wrong, but that’s something he’ll never admit to. so now tell me, how come the big great successful kenma can get jealous over something as stupid as you watching another arising popular streamer?

guys hitting you on those DM’s?

it does nothing but make him roll his eyes and snort. “they’re humping your leg like a dog. It’s so cringe.” kenma deadpans, a string a bleached blonde hair falling over his face before quickly blowing it away with a huff of hair. fans calling you hot?

he shrugs, raising a brow at his audience. “duh. thought that shit was obvious chat.” even going as far to admit that he gets the hype and he’s not bothered, he is not a foolish man. his friends gasping in utter shock at the idea of the kenma having a partner?

the same guy who is a “bum” that has so much power in his hands yet does nothing with it and chooses to stick his face in screens and live the quiet life?

he nods mindlessly when his friends even go as far to question how you two came to be. calling him lucky and claiming how un fair life could be. “ain’t no way. you’re telling me all I have to do is be a cooped up nerd and have luscious long hair to bag someone?”

kuroo grumbles out, crossing his arms with playful resentment. kenma simply rolls his eyes and picks at his food. “i got a partner that you said I so desperately needed. now you’re complaining?”

so now he’s at the doorway of your room, off to drop off your charger that you requested thinking you’re working just like him, to only see you watching something intently. he raises a brow, brushing it off as he fully enters your office, finally placing the charger on your desk.

he pauses, a grimace forming and contorting into distaste towards who ever was making you act like that. “this is what your work is?” he retorts with a deadpan grumble, crossing his arms and peering over your shoulder.

your eyebrows shoot up, now distracted from your entertaining stream and now on his as he examined your laptop screen with upmost suspicion. “kennie—

“he’s not even funny he’s obviously performing an act to his fans.” he comments bluntly, staring at your screen with heightened hyper fixation. if your eyebrows weren’t already raised they were now. it takes you a moment, before a lightbulb flicks on inside your head, the wheels turning and making an appearance when a smug smile tugs at your lips.

“oh? got a case of the big ugly green monster inside of you?” you remarked with crossed arms and a raised brow. this snaps kenma out of his haze of utter hatred, quickly retracting his leaned over position on your desk.

“fuck no. I’m just saying I can recognize a mid content creator when I see one.” he shoots back, letting out a scoff, stuffing his hands in his oversized hoodie. this earns nothing but laughter, you clasp a hand over your mouth, shaking your head in utter disbelief. wow.

the unbothered kodzuken was jealous? over a new well liked streamer coming to play in the streaming industry? “and I also know your claim is bullshit.” you singsonged back, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. kenma takes a step back and huffs in disbelief, shaking his head before leaning forward and shutting your laptop in a sudden impulse of helplessness.

“quit dick riding average bare minimum content creators who only get attention cause they appease to their fan girls.” he remarks, with an eye roll of utter sass, leaving no room for debate. “besides. you don’t have time for that anyways. you’ll be streaming with me tonight.” he mutters gruffly, averting his gaze and already strategically finding ways to eliminate this new “opponent.”

“huh? since when? you never told me we had plans tonight?” you mused in disbelief and a hint of amusement, cocking your head slightly to the side.

“dunno know. since now. the fans have been requesting you for a while now anyways.” he quickly shoots back, waving off your questions dismissively. “what a coincidence.” you drawl out, watching as he leaves the room with a mask of annoyance but if you look close enough a smile of smug satisfaction tugs at his lips. he won this one.

[sonderingdreams]

Fake dating Tsukishima Kei.

So like what the fuck were you thinking? You couldn’t recruit anyone else? This is honestly all on you.

“Kei you are so tense, he is not going to believe our shitty act!” You hissed out, tugging on his arm like a lifeline. Dragging Tsukishima against his will around the corner of the lecture hall, internally panicking and dragging a hand down your face.

“Hey, you pulled me into this. With no warning. You didn’t even give me a goddamn say.” He hissed back, pointing an obnoxious finger in your face.

“Kei are we breaking up or dating?! Play your damn role!” You groaned out, shriveling in embarrassment, and continuously checking behind your shoulder.

Tsukishima clenched his jaw, crossing his arms in growing impatience, ready to snap back before stopping in his tracks and taking a serious note of your growing uneasiness.

“Give me your stupid hand.” He muttered out, averting his gaze.

“Huh—

“Jesus Christ you idiot.” He sighed out, reluctantly grabbing your smaller hand in his and securely intertwining his fingers with yours.

Your eyes widened as he hastily grabbed his book bag, slinging it over his shoulder, snatching his keys and coffee in the blink of an eye and making his way with you out of the half empty lecture hall.

Okay. Suddenly things were too bad. Kei was finally cooperating, maybe reluctantly so but wait a goddamn minute.

You whipped your head around, glaring up at him, and tugging at his arm insistently.

“Kei. Where the fuck are we going? Wrong way.” You whispered screamed, eyes darting back and forth between two views, the ex’s direction on the far end of the room and the maniac who was holding your hand.

“No. You are mistaken, this is the right way. This is what you wanted, no?” He hummed out, taking each stride with confidence, even pulling you closer to his side.

No, no, no, no, no.

“Kei. I never mentioned confrontation?” You remarked quickly, you had literally quite no choice, the ex was in view now. You can’t bail now and look like a stupid fool.

Tsukishima stopped, warm golden brown eyes looking back at you, a sly smile tugging at his lips. The one he’s been infuriatingly charming everyone with since highschool. “This is gonna keep happening to you all the time. You can’t escape him, he goes to the same uni as, dumbass. Might as well make a statement and get this problem over with now. You wanted my help and I’m gonna give it to you.” He stated curtly, raising his head up high again, sliding an arm around your shoulder and even rubbing your far left shoulder in comfort.

This fucking asshole. You’re not falling for his fake comfort and stupid shoulder rub! And yet…you can’t help but lean into it and take a deep breath as you two fake a casual walk by, pretending to happily indulge in each other's presence.

Well, one of you didn’t have to fake it.

As much as Tsukishima hates to admit it, he got a thrill by it. He wasn’t going to question it…he had a lot on his mind about you already. But he liked it.

You two finally walk out of the stuffy building and out into the campus’s outdoor scenery. And Kei can’t help but let out a laugh, shaking his head as he took a swig of his coffee.

You scrunch your nose in disdain, bumping into his side with your hip. Quickly shrugging yourself out of his embrace, and rolling your eyes with crossed your arms.

“Wow. I’m glad you find my suffering entertaining. Funny how you only ever laugh or smile when something bad is happening to me.” You retorted, shaking your head in disbelief, but finally letting out a much needed sigh of relief.

But…it looks good on him.

Fuck. It’s over.

Tsukishima raises a defining brow, extending a toned arm and ruffling up your hair. “I think you meant to say thank you.” He mockingly cooed out, adjusting his glasses before slinging an obnoxious arm around you.

After a long moment of silence you cleared your throat, catching the attention of Tsukishima’s gaze as he downed the last of his latte.

“So, hypothetically could we keep this act up for a little longer…?” You asked out quietly, running a hand through your hair, pretending to busy your gaze on the rowdy campus around you.

Tsukishima let out a snort, cocking his head to the side, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Are you sure that isn’t a personal desire? A want not a need?” He laughed out, shaking his head in amusement.

“You know what, never mind—

“As if I’d let you do that. I would never hear the end of you. We’ve got a deal, okay?” Tsukishima remarked, rolling his eyes right back at me.

Perhaps it was a need from the both of us.

[sonderingdreams]

Me when I see blonde men in any type of media

[sonderingdreams]

Tsukishima head cannons because I love that man (bitch)

-he’s emotionally intelligent.

Hear me out. I know we’re all used to that trope that always gets put onto Tsukishima, but he’s not dull guys. Unlike Kageyama/j 😭

I genuinely believe if he really loves someone he notices the smallest details he just doesn’t voice them out loud. He speaks through actions. He’s the type of guy who gets mad when his s/o is talking and someone just interrupts you or people aren’t listening to what you have to say.

I swear it could be the smallest flicker in your emotions, you got a bad vibe from someone in the room? He felt it too. You get a text and your brow twitches and your shoulders sag slightly? He notices. You’re stressed and tired from work/school? He sees it all. This man will never be oblivious to anything about you. He knows you inside and out.

I do believe he still struggles to show emotion/verbally express and be transparent to you easily but he really is trying. -he loves playfully bickering/teasing until it’s anybody else

He starts throwing those nasty side eyes and ain’t having it. I do believe Tsukki likes to have fun with you. In his own asshole way. He knows boundaries, he doesn’t cross those. That consists of making fun of you on test scores, making up lies and laughing when you believe them, scaring you with his height, mocking you under his breath, wrestling you, ETC.

But anyone else? Uhhhh…no. How dare someone else try to one up him on his job??

-he’s a total nerd when he’s comfortable. He’s already such a cute annoying little nerd bruh. He geeks out on his interests and hobbies when he’s comfortable and can trust you enough he’ll share everything under the moon with you. In his tsukki way of course. I really don’t think tsuki is the quietest person in the room, tbh. He is an introvert (don’t get me wrong) but he just likes having ACTUAL good conversations. He think small talk is bullshit so he rarely speaks unless necessary. He is a theorist and does like deep talks maybe not the vulnerable ones but they still feel really intimate and special to him because it’s you. -he finds intelligence attractive

I do feel like if he were to have a type it wouldn’t ever really be focused on looks or characteristics. He believes that love doesn’t focus on stuff like that and he’d learn to fall in love with however his s/o looks. Okay, I worded that in my sappy indulgent way but Tsukk’s words are a little more like, “I literally don’t care.”

Now it doesn’t have to be your everyday intelligence, book smartness. Because I’m lowkey a bit of a dumb bitch so in that context tsukki would be repelled by me. 😭 It can be anything really. As long as you have passion and put hard work into something it pulls him in. I think this applies to like how over time in his volleyball career he started to care and invest more of skills and time into volleyball and his friends. He does care, he’s just learning, healing and growing as a person over time.

-his love language is gift giving

Now we all know tsukki isn’t the most verbally or physically affectionate person out there, not saying he doesn’t have his moments. But kinda playing into what I said earlier, about how observant and how he’s a good listener because of this too. I do think he picks up on what you like very early on the relationship. You don’t have to be a yapper and talk about everything you love to him, you could be as quiet as him. But he notices, the little things. your favorite snacks, tv shows/movies you gravitate to, scents you indulge in more and ones you tend to avoid, your favorite colors and colors you don’t seem to like as much or hate, your favorite characters, and everything that makes you up. He’ll act all nonchalant about it tho. He’ll hand you his small token of love/gift out to you like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t been secretly lurking while you watched your favorite shows/movies. Or watching you playing your favorite “brain rotted” video games and obsessing over a new skin or character that just got released. Or the book/book series you’ve been really wanting, he goes on to yap about how easily influenced you are but he is not a sly mf.

[siraj2024]

The horrors after returning home:

I was very happy when I arrived on the outskirts of northern Gaza after a year and a half of oppression and displacement, but that joy quickly turned into deep sadness and indescribable shock.

My family cried blood when they saw what happened to their homes and neighborhoods in the north. There was no life at all, no water, no electricity, no infrastructure, and no basic requirements for a decent living.

What happened in Gaza is not just a passing crisis, but rather a major catastrophe, genocide and comprehensive destruction that befell the Strip. People are still trying to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy.

We have just finished putting up a tent next to our destroyed house, and we are now facing new challenges. The place lacks water and the infrastructure is completely destroyed. We urgently need to provide water tanks, so we can build a bathroom next to the tent.

Water is the basic necessity of life; and the Zionist occupation has robbed us of even this dignity. They wanted to rob us of our lives, of our lands but, Palestine is ours. Gaza is ours and we will plant our roots once again and rebuild our homes here. Please stand by us in support. The goal is to reach 3000€

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[adambinali]

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[sonderingdreams]

tsukishima is a petty bitch. he wasn’t born male or female, he was born a fucking drama queen. and he’s your boyfriend too? yeah, good luck solider.

you took the last slice of his stupid strawberry shortcake. you weren’t thinking, you told yourself. you didn’t even think about it! it was a moment of temptation, a unbearable craving late at night while drafting an unreasonably long essay that you procrastinated. but kei ain’t having any of it. you ate his sweet treat, so here the two of you are, kei on the other side of the small living room space, glaring down at his book with crossed lanky legs and a mess of blonde locks. you just finished the dishes and your approaching him for the millionth time, in an attempt for redemption for your crimes. “kei, baby—

he grimaces at the nickname. he likes the endearment but as of now he knows the tricks up your sleeves. “don’t pull that out now.” he grumbles back, clicking his tongue in annoyance and flipping the next page of his book with his long fingers. you groan in annoyance, getting on your knees, next to the couch and intertwining your hands together in mock prayer. “oh come on kei! please? i did not have evil intentions! i was fucking hungry and suffering!” you cried out with furrowed brows, as if you were pleading your innocence in goddamn court. he looks down with disdain, rolling his eyes and placing a hand on your forehead in an attempt to shove you fully away, almost making you fall on your ass in the process. but you simply laugh and push his rather large veiny hand away. you let out an exaggerated sigh, scooting across the carpet and generously placing your head on his lap. you smile up at him, soft and tender, nuzzling close and reaching for his hand before he pulls away, flipping you off but with a quick and reluctant sigh grabs it in his hand and mingles his hand into yours.

“sooo do you forgive me?” you drawl out, low and conspiratorially, looking up at him with big eyes and a hopeful smile.

“no.” he remarks, adjusting his glasses sliding down his nose. but he’s what you call a, “liar, liar, pants on fire.” he lets go of your shared intertwined hands, his hands now finding their way to your hair. gently grazing through and playing with the fine strands tenderly.

you smirk, all knowing and satisfied with your success of a plan. but it doesn’t last long, because he interrupts that celebration with a flick to your forehead.

“so when are we going to the cafe, huh? your paying.” he mutters, putting down his book and arching a brow.

he always pays, liar.

[mohammedalanqar]

-Layan and Sarah drew this during the war and asked me to share it as a thank-you to all of you, Tumblr community.-

These drawings were also made possible because of your support. They were safe and able to draw and dream of hope, simply because you stood by us with your words and donations.

Let it be in my own words: I, Engineer Mohammed from Gaza, write:

My wife’s first act after the ceasefire agreement is announced will be to walk through the streets, crying.

Layan’s first act will be to visit her school, my cousin’s grave, and my uncle’s grave.

Sarah wants to stay out in the street until midnight, without fear.

Adam wants 100 shekels to buy many things and toys and to visit the beach.

And all of them want to go on a long drive in the car.

As for me, I just want to cry and sleep for a long time.

To cry for dozens of loved ones, and to sleep for the first time without fear—because we are truly exhausted.

Heartfelt gratitude:

This photo was taken especially for you.

Since my first day with you in the Tumblr community, you have been my family and the family of my children. No one hesitated to support us—everyone, without exception. From those who helped by sharing posts and spreading our story, to those who reached out to check on us, supported us with kind words, and many who donated for our sake.

You have been a family to us, and the reason we have remained safe until now. Your support has kept us alive and enabled us to afford basic needs, even with the soaring prices.

Thanks to you, we are closer to safety. My wife, Enas, my daughters Layan and Sarah, my sons Adam and Amir, and I thank you all from the bottom of our hearts ♥️.

Now, we are hearing good news about the imminent announcement of a ceasefire in Gaza, as well as the entry of proper caravans for living instead of tents and our destroyed homes. There’s also news about more substantial aid being delivered and heavy machinery arriving to rebuild roads and restore life.

Additionally, there are preparations underway to hand over the Rafah border crossing with Egypt under European supervision. We hope this happens soon so that Layan, Sarah, and Adam can return to school and education after traveling.

With your support, we are just a step away from achieving our goal, as mentioned in previous posts regarding financial details and expenses.

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🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

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[sonderingdreams]

It’s been 16 long days. Two weeks and two extra painfully long days since you clicked on ‘Kei’s’ contact. He’ll always be Kei to you, never Tsukishima. But somehow you’re back at base one, where you started; he should be Tsukishima to you now. No endearments that come with eye rolls or the constant changes of silly names you left for his contact name. No, it’s just Tsukishima now. It feels bitter on your tongue, like everything you two had was now reduced to a burnt wick in a candle, dry and overused. But you broke your promise.

It’s not your fault, you tell yourself; if it wasn’t for the stupid walk you took out of desperation, a need to breathe in something other than the intoxication of Kei’s lingering scent in your apartment. He was everywhere, in every nook, cranny, and corner of space in your home. Now your home, no more ‘ours.’

He loves, yes. And you are at the center, while everything else that he’s ever loved gravitates but could never touch you or hold a light to the space you fill in his carefully built life. But don’t humor yourself. You aren’t spared from his nature. But if you pay close attention, his eyes glint when he speaks to you; no malice can ever be traced, not when he talks to you. He never intends to be hurtful; he’ll poke and prod but never dig his fingers into someone he holds so delicately and dearly. Kei is not soft. But he’s not a monster.

So what are you doing? Entranced and frozen in place as you stare dumbly at the boy across the street from you. A dimly lit post light shining above his pretty blonde hair as he lets a snicker with a group of friends.

It’s not Kei. You’re not that stupidly deprived that you're having delusions like a man starved of water in drastic weather. But he looks like Kei; he’s a painful reminder, and it breaks something, something inside of you. A crack tearing apart your hefty wall of restraint and discipline.

This is wrong; you should be pulling your greedy hands away from the call button, but here you are saying goodbye to your pride and tough facade. It’s ringing, and it’s goddamn loud. But not louder than your dumb heart pounding against your ribs. But why are you surprised? That’s what Kei’s always done to you.

There’s a pause; it’s deafening and gut-wrenching. You want to turn back, hang up, and delete his contact in your phone forever; maybe even run away and change your name and appearance.

But you flinch.

He’s calling your name. But no one will get it. Kei’s calling your name. That's special, something worth breaking your promise.

“What?” You retort back, but you’re quick to wince, to take it back. You’re the one who called.

Fuck.

He rolls his eyes; you don’t need to see it; you just know. He sighs, dragging a hand down his face.

“I thought the devil needed space?” He muttered through the phone, It’s an insult, but it isn’t delivered like it’s supposed to be.

Your quiet, eyes darting away like he’s right in front of you.

“Can we—

Silence, you're waiting for what?

“Kei, don’t be petty.” You spoke, bringing your knees to your chest with a shaky exhale.

“Don’t know what you’re on about. I can’t finish the sentence for you.” He shoots back, with a raised brow, waiting ever so patiently.

“Do you even want to see me?” You whispered, anxious hands clawing at your sides as you shifted uncomfortably on your worn-out sofa.

“You ask that as if you’re not important to me. Yes. Now finish your sentence.” He scoffs, shaking his head in disapproval as he slumps in bed.

“Tsukishima, can we meet up and talk… please?” You mutter out, breaths are held, nothing but the sound of rain softly pattering outside and the occasional hum of traffic.

“I’m at your house in ten.” He answers quickly and swiftly, like he already had the answer at the tip of his tongue, ready to roll off and spring to life. A quiet silence is all that’s left, connecting the two of you as you both remain on the line. “And hey, it’s always Kei to you.” 

[sonderingdreams]

HELLOOOO SAILORRR?!? 😻

- Denki with earrings is sending me to God bro, his HAIR UGHHHHH

- Jirou my sapphic baby, oh they’re laughing and smiling, FINALLY. I love herrrr😭

- Momo my oblivious and beloved queen, forever demure and elegant. 😔

- WHATTTT 🙀 MYY MAN IS GROWING OUT A MUSTACHE???🙏

-this is from the manga but in color, I love it 🤓

- Hello? SHE’S AN ABSOLUTE GODDESS WITH LONG HAIR OMG and her new pro hero design???

- they grew up so much I’m crying 😭

[ahmadalturk]

🌟 Help the Al-Turk Family Rebuild Their Lives 🌟

Life as we knew it has been shattered. We are a family of seven who lost everything: our home, our workplace, and our sense of security. Now, we live in a small tent, exposed to the freezing cold. Every day is a fight for survival. Verified #96 List @nabulsi

💔 Our Daily Struggles

📷 The first photo shows the heartbreaking scene of people lining up under a blazing sun just to get water. The water we drink is polluted and unsafe, but it’s our only choice.

📷 In the second image, you’ll see how we cook our meals over firewood because we no longer have access to gas. Simple acts like cooking have turned into a constant battle.

📷 The third picture captures the moment we bake bread using clay ovens, fueled by scarce wood. Flour is now an unimaginable luxury, with one bag costing nearly $400—far beyond our reach.

📷 The final image shows how we endure the cold winter nights. Rain seeps into our tent, leaving us wet and freezing. Rest has become a distant memory.

These aren’t just images—they’re our reality. A life filled with unimaginable challenges, where basic comforts feel like distant dreams.

🌟 Why Your Support Matters

Your kindness has already touched our hearts and given us the strength to carry on. You have become part of our story, part of our family. But we need you now more than ever. Every donation, every prayer, and every share can bring us closer to safety, warmth, and hope.

We humbly ask for your help to rebuild what we’ve lost.

👉 Donate now and be the light that guides us through this darkness.

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From the depths of our hearts, thank you for standing with us. You are our hope, our strength, and our miracle. 🌹

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Hello everyone 👋🏻🍉

I am Nour Mohammed Al-Zamili, I am 21 years old, I am from Gaza City

I feel mixed feelings of anxiety and hesitation, but I fully understand the need of the Nour family to help them get out of Gaza. The whole family is trapped there and the situation is tense, and I urgently need your help to save them. Please help me in this difficult moment.

I am facing an urgent challenge: getting my relatives out of Gaza through the Rafah crossing. This task is not just an ordinary challenge; it is a looming nightmare, and it requires huge costs that are beyond the means of the average person. The cost of leaving one person is more than $5,000 for adults and $2,500 for children, in addition to many other costs that stand in the way of our escape from this death.

In every war around the world, escape and survival are two options, but unfortunately, in Gaza, the walls of the siege stand like prison walls, forcing everyone to face their fate in different ways. There is the indiscriminate bombing that causes countless victims, there is the oppression and fear that creeps into our hearts at every moment, and there is the hunger that devours our souls and dreams. I can't wait to witness all this suffering that Nour's family has endured. Please let your support and help be a ray of hope in the genocide we are witnessing.

On behalf of my relatives, I am doing this donation campaign. My relatives are now in the Gaza Strip, and the cost of each person leaving the Gaza Strip to Egypt is 5000 Euros. My family consists of nine people

Nour Mohammed Al-Zamili

22/10/2003

And her mother Sanaa Ahmed Al-Zamili

2/5/1882

Mohammed Musa Al-Zamili

8/9/1882

And there are also 6 young children

They are Anas Al-Zamili, Wizan Al-Zamili, Moataz Al-Zamili, Rahaf Al-Zamili, Hour Al-Zamili and Nada Al-Zamili

They are ambitious individuals who deserve to live in peace, which gives them a chance to prove to the world that they are not just numbers. They all fled their homes in Rafah after the building they were living in was bombed, and they miraculously survived thanks to God. They then moved to live in a school after the school was bombed and Nour's father was seriously injured in his feet and head. They then went to live in a small tent, but the situation worsened, as they suffered from scarcity of resources, high prices and danger since the first day. After receiving threats of bombing Rafah, they do not know where to go, and they are now in very difficult and dangerous conditions.

I cannot wait any longer because I cannot afford to evacuate them from under this violent bombing. This helplessness is more painful than you can imagine.

I appeal to you to contribute with all you can and spread this appeal among your circles to help me save my beloved family.

The money will be sent via MoneyGram to my relatives, Nour's family.

We thank you for your understanding and cooperation in this difficult moment.

[sonderingdreams]

“In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.”