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.
Imagine for Zombies 5 the main occult is sirens/ mermaids & the "main" character is the daughter of the siren queen and she came on land because she can't sing (maybe because of being scared to fail or something trauma related) and she's slightly more mean or cynical compared to the other characters and there is some romantic undertones between her and Victor (Malachi Barton's char)
Lol idk, I haven't even watched Zombies 4😭but I thought this would be such a cool idea to start Z5 from
Hi Simmers!! Love island season is here and like many of you I like to play while I watch. I made these rules while watching last year and I decided to share them with y’all. I know there’s an older version of this challenge called WooHoo Island made by Game Guru Jess, however this one has day to day rules, a calendar system, and uses features from recent packs.
Like a lot of people who enjoy challenges I’m definitely a legacy player but I feel like I never finish all 10 gens. This is why I like this challenge so much because a lot of thought goes into creating the villa and islanders but won’t take you years to finish lol.
Feel free to change any challenges or dates if you have any unique ideas or don’t have the required packs. Use hashtag #loveislandchallenge or #cheekyloveisland if you decide to play. See my current progress here
"I sort fics by kudos and only kudos on stories with high kudos counts, why aren't there more stories with high kudos, I ran out of things to read." You're part of the problem.
"Authors artificially inflate comment counts by thanking people, I can't find anything with a real comment count to read." No they fucking are not, they're grateful for engagement.
"I can't read anything under 100k." That's the majority of fics you're ignoring, most novels aren't even that long.
"I don't have time to look for the incredibly rare diamond in the rough, so I won't read anything below a certain amount of kudos, comments, and hits." Those fics are popular because people gave them a chance and then snobs like you found them.
"I won't read anthing with a single typos." You made typos in that sentence, get off your high horse.
"One singular author didn't thank me for commenting, I'm never commenting on any fic again so I don't get burned." You're punishing people because someone didn't give you engagement they don't owe you that they might not have seen.
"This fic is three months old, it's so old, it doesn't matter if I comment or kudos, it's old." Fics do not have expiration dates, comment and kudos.
You're killing your fandoms with your snobbish behaviors.
I've started writing an Adrien x OC fanfic! I've decided to start the story in Season 3, ep 1 , so Chameleon. I'm obviously planning on properly redeeming Chloé.
Chapter 1 is the set up, setting up my character's motivation, want, ect. (The false belief is sprinkled in throughout). Only in chapter 2 does my OC begin school and the Chameleon ep starts. And of course the dialogue is different, but the core reason for all the scenes are there.
Prompt: “I'm one of them, those who die when they love.”
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The ache in my heart was much too strong. Stronger than the fae Prince’s power after bathing in the Evergreen river. Far too extreme for me to keep my silence.
“Why do you always push me away?” I whispered, the water almost drowning my words. But Cyril heard. He heard my every word, my every thought. “You pull me in, then push me away like, like whiplash.”
He paused, his glossy blue hand gripping the door frame. “The king needs me.” His black curls hid his face well.
My feet, dripping with water, touched the ground. I almost stood up, but I stopped. I couldn't because Cyril would run away. That's what he always does when this conversation arises. Conveniently, the king, the gnomes or his fae friends would need him.
“I asked why do you always push me away? Answer me Cyril. Answer me.”
“I'd never push you.” He peered by the other side of the doorway, the droplets of water falling to his shorts.
An exasperated sigh comes out of my nostrils. I'm just sea sick of this conversation going the exact same way.
“Cyril.” I crossed my brown arms over my one piece swimsuit, I didn't need to say anything.
Still refusing to look at me, he replied in a spaced voice, I almost didn't catch his words. “Madeline…I'm one of them.”
It's like the wind and the water froze. I shook my head.“Them….them as in…?”
“Those who die when they love.”
My nose crinkled as I pinched the bridge of it. “I'd rather have you run than lie to me.”
He took a step forward, one more step away from me. “I can't disobey the king.”
With that the fae Prince left me for his duty. I sat on the river, his words whispering in my memories.
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