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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOB
This is just reminding me to watch mob psycho for the 100th time
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It was 2AM, way passed the time Gloria would be sleeping in her bed with the heater on but instead she was walking home in the freezing weather miles away from her apartment. Her boss forced her to work overtime and by the time she walked outside to go home her car was stolen. Gloria wasn’t a surprised due to the fact that the small town she lived in was filled with criminals and danger. The biggest case in the town was the month of the disappearances where every December a person goes missing never to be found again. She would move if she had the funds but sadly she doesn’t. She didn’t know how long it was going to take her to get back to her house because her phone was dead, there was no to call to come pick her up, she couldn’t report the stolen car because the police in the area sucked, the only source of light she had come for street post, and to make everything worse it was December.
through the blurry vision of her eyes due to the snow she could make out the faint appearance of a person. She moved to the other side of the road to avoid them in case it was a weirdo or a drunk looking to start trouble. She got 10 steps in on the new walkway when she heard a whisper that sounded to close “ help me “she wiped her head around just to see nothing not even the person on the other side. She started running for her life even if it was just her imagination because of hypothermia she watched enough horror movies to know not to risk it. She kept running until she felt like her lungs were going into explode but the more she ran the more she realized she things, like how the same potholes and bushes were appearing and then…she saw it, the person again and along with it the same sadden whispers for some to save them but this time they were slowly moving towards her. When the person moved closer their face was illuminate by the light post just enough for Gloria to see their face.
Gloria had seen her before on a missing poster from the December before.
She looked inhuman now
Her skin was pale and looked like it was on the verge of melting, her hair had chunks of ice tangled in it, and her eyes were soulless
Before Gloria could even think about what she was seeing the girl started to shift.
Her body started growing emanating a loud crack sounds
Gloria ran for her life but this time that thing followed
No matter how fast or how far she ran everything it look like it was repeating but she couldn’t stop or she’s done for
Her legs were starting to give out but the creature was right behind her shouting repeatedly HELP ME over and over again
It seemed like all the running pay off because in the for distance, she can see her home her freedom
But then she made a crucial mistake
She tripped
It only took a minute for her to get up and keep moving on even with the pain surging through her ankle
But that minute was enough
Before she could even process anything it was behind her
And in her last attempt to do at least anything she said the words “ please someone save me”
A year later rumors had been circulating about a ghost where if you stay long enough, you’ll be able to hear the whispers of a woman for someone to save her.
🕊 Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
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It was 2AM, way passed the time Gloria would be sleeping in her bed with the heater on but instead she was walking home in the freezing weather miles away from her apartment. Her boss forced her to work overtime and by the time she walked outside to go home her car was stolen. Gloria wasn’t a surprised due to the fact that the small town she lived in was filled with criminals and danger. The biggest case in the town was the month of the disappearances where every December a person goes missing never to be found again. She would move if she had the funds but sadly she doesn’t. She didn’t know how long it was going to take her to get back to her house because her phone was dead, there was no to call to come pick her up, she couldn’t report the stolen car because the police in the area sucked, the only source of light she had come for street post, and to make everything worse it was December.
through the blurry vision of her eyes due to the snow she could make out the faint appearance of a person. She moved to the other side of the road to avoid them in case it was a weirdo or a drunk looking to start trouble. She got 10 steps in on the new walkway when she heard a whisper that sounded to close “ help me “she wiped her head around just to see nothing not even the person on the other side. She started running for her life even if it was just her imagination because of hypothermia she watched enough horror movies to know not to risk it. She kept running until she felt like her lungs were going into explode but the more she ran the more she realized she things, like how the same potholes and bushes were appearing and then…she saw it, the person again and along with it the same sadden whispers for some to save them but this time they were slowly moving towards her. When the person moved closer their face was illuminate by the light post just enough for Gloria to see their face.
Gloria had seen her before on a missing poster from the December before.
She looked inhuman now
Her skin was pale and looked like it was on the verge of melting, her hair had chunks of ice tangled in it, and her eyes were soulless
Before Gloria could even think about what she was seeing the girl started to shift.
Her body started growing emanating a loud crack sounds
Gloria ran for her life but this time that thing followed
No matter how fast or how far she ran everything it look like it was repeating but she couldn’t stop or she’s done for
Her legs were starting to give out but the creature was right behind her shouting repeatedly HELP ME over and over again
It seemed like all the running pay off because in the for distance, she can see her home her freedom
But then she made a crucial mistake
She tripped
It only took a minute for her to get up and keep moving on even with the pain surging through her ankle
But that minute was enough
Before she could even process anything it was behind her
And in her last attempt to do at least anything she said the words “ please someone save me”
A year later rumors had been circulating about a ghost where if you stay long enough, you’ll be able to hear the whispers of a woman for someone to save her.
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