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.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
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.
I can't believe I grew up to be the type of person that says MOST therapy is sham pseudo science. I was getting a psych degree before a dropped out of college. I wanted to major in art therapy (I also studied art, big mistake, I am a shit artist) but to think I thought this was valuable in anyway is crazy to me now. The idea that everyone should have a therapist is just narcissistic drivel and coincides with big pharma trying to medicalize all feeling and profit off every person's dysfunction in a malfunctioning society. It may work for a small group of people, but it isn't a cure all prescription for most people.
This is why I feel psychology is a dying field. Good research on any mental disorder that isn’t purely genetic will indicate that the causes are a wider societal problems in a capitalistic society. But no one will actually meaningfully tackle these issues beyond sending people to individual therapy that emphasizes selfish coddling as a means to cope.
Neuroscience suffers a similar problem of just being part of pharma companies’ research leg in the production chain for the next overpriced miracle drug. Look at any neuroscience research journal (Journal of Neuroscience, Nature Neuroscience, Cell) about common psychiatric disorders and you will find brilliant minds dedicated to curing "depression" or "PTSD" in mice with some new drug or therapy. A depressed mouse, of course, is one that, when hung vertically by its tail with a piece of tape stuck to a wall, does not struggle to free himself. A mouse with PTSD is, you guessed it, a mouse that doesn't like to walk around a room where it had previously been electrically shocked. Any significant reduction in these "abnormal" behaviors after injection with some channel blocker compound is an indication of another cure for us "mentally ill" humans. Lovely.
Medications that do help people cope with symptoms of a shit society do get their starts in such research, but it's very depressing how much time, animal lives, and human potential are wasted in efforts to serve an industry that is funded by your suffering.
Sometimes I think of this passage in Xavier Dolan "les amours imaginaires". The one when a guy reflects on his past gf and the excruciating feeling that follows the end of a relationship. But as he believed this feeling, the pervasive thoughts, would never go away, he realizes one day that he got over it.
I feel like this about a person and it never ceases to amaze me. Somehow, at some point, I got over it. I can't pinpoint when or why, it just happened without me even noticing. I grew to be myself without him but also without erasing him.
In Fleabag, Andrew Scott says the same thing, something like "I know it seems impossible, inconceivable, but it will pass".
I think I started reflecting on this as I read and watched 'My brilliant friend', when Elena and Antonio sleep together, now both adults, married, with children. For Antonio this isn't cheating, his wife does not exist yet. This moment is a fragment of time belonging to 20 years ago. For Elena, it's not about having missed him on an intellectual or emotional level, it's more about their bodies having grown together, as if creating a mold for every future physical relationship, and therefore, any of them being a little imperfect, a little disappointing.
It got me thinking about Sally Rooney, the way she is interested in exploring intimacy between people who have had a long history together. The idea of the other not as a commodity but an ally, a necessary being permitting us to exist as social beings, to grow thanks to a web of relations, something that can sound conservative particularly as a heterosexual woman but, can help thinking of oneself outside of individualism, in a more vulnerable way.
Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.
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