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.
It actually means so much to me that Taissa and Shauna are both canonically wlw and have the closest, most uncomplicated relationship in the show so far.
Like what do you mean those are two queer girls who are each other’s ride or die? What do you mean they basically had a child together because of how involved Tai was and then lost it and thus lost their opportunity to be the parents they could’ve been? Even in the adult timeline when other friendships and relationships are strained, they fall into rhythm with one another and understand each other intimately. They’re stuck living the wrong life. They have spouses they don’t want, children they don’t truly want, because family’s been ruined for them. It was ruined by two tragic girls they can no longer have, and they ruined it for each other because they had a baby. Once upon a time they had a baby who was everything. While that baby was in Shauna’s womb, they had a family.
Throughout everything in every season so far, they’ve had each other’s backs. And the fact that they’re both wlw. The fact that their understanding extends to that. That they have such a deep bond not based on this, but strengthened by it. Like legitimately the love and understanding forged between them over the course of both timelines and between is incomprehensible to me
Anyway I think we as a fandom just need to be more insane about them in any and every context
I am writing this post for you Because the program has blocked sending messages to others I don't know what I did wrong Is it because I requested aid for my children injured in the war? Or is it the fault that we were created in Gaza while we are Palestinians? And the whole world is against us Has humanity reached this point? I don't know why!
This us me and child 👦 mazen before he got injured 🤕
Thanks to god for anything in our life
For the good things and bad things
Alhamd allah 🍉🙏🤲🇵🇸
Even if my family died . Palestine 🇵🇸 will be and still free .
Thanks especially to a friend is really a nice person I’ve known him , I wish that I known him before .
@ apollos-olives
Hello, I am Firas Al-Mansi, and I am currently managing a … Feras Almanssi needs your support for "Give Hope to a Family in Gaza: Your Do
guys, feras was shadowbanned just a day after i verified this fundraiser. please do not report these blogs as spam or fraud! this is a legit fundraiser! please help donate and share for this family.
i hate how "being a girl's girl" has replaced feminism. I hate that enforced conformity has replaced genuine compassion for and solidarity with other women. I hate how women call each other "pick me's" for not conforming to femininity or for daring to critique something other women like. I hate how we just keep finding new socially acceptable ways to bully other women for being unattractive or outspoken or difficult or complicated or weird or ambitious or for not performing femininity. I hate those front facing camera "comedians" whose whole thing is making up a straw-woman to make fun of. I hate the obsession with "girlhood" and clinging to being a girl instead of a woman. i hate "the girl version of the roman empire" and "girlhood" and it's just consumerism and I hate the characterised of girlhood as passivity, niceness, sweetness, helplessness and frivolity and I hate the revival of gender essentialism even as a joke!!!
It's really simple. If you're born with a vagina and you naturally have elevated testosterone levels, you're a man. If you have a vagina and you take testosterone, you're a woman. But also if you have a vagina, you'll never be a man. But also if you have higher testosterone then you were never a woman. Woman never yes man a vagina testosterone no was an elevated. Vagina man.
rest in eternal peace to 9 yr old Alice Aguiar, 6 yr old Bebe King, and 7 yr old Elsie Dot Stancombe.
these are the three little girls who were killed in the mass stabbing in Southport perpetrated by a 17 year old male who targeted a Taylor Swift themed dance class for children.
Eight girls from Beita, Nablus, carrying a hand-sewn outlawed Palestinian flag and singing Palestinian songs during the First Intifada, after Israeli soldiers dynamited 15 homes, killed a 16-year-old boy, and arrested all the village’s male adult residents. By George Azar.
i wake up thirsty and i think of palestine. i go to the doctor’s office and i think of palestine. a sign in the corner of the waiting room says ‘this is a place of healing, disruptive behavior will not be tolerated’ and i think of palestine. they probably weren’t thinking of bombs and snipers and mass graves in parking lots. i call my parents and i think of palestine. i drive to the grocery store and i think of palestine. i look at the clear blue sky and i think of palestine. i put the dishes away and i think of palestine. i feed my cat and i think of palestine. i listen to music and i think of palestine. i read poetry and i think of palestine. i text my friends and i think of palestine. i think of palestine and i think of palestine and i think of palestine
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