hi ! i haven’t had the chance to do a proper introduction on here since i’ve joined tumblr but here it is, i’m sidrah and i’m from the UK, i’m 23 (born in ‘02), i’ve been a kpop stan since 2017, my pronouns are she/her, my ults are tbz, ateez and nct, my biases from the ult groups are: ateez - woosan, nct - ten, taeyong, jaehyun, kun and mark (sometimes my bias line in nct changes😭), eric is my ult bias as you can tell😅i’m a fan of kdramas and i listen to solo artists too🙌🏼
this is also a safe space so if you guys want to vent about anything, my DMs are open <3
happy new year my lovessss🫶🏼i hope 2026 gives you the success, love and happiness that you guys deserve, also kevin is finally homeee i missed him so muchhh i can’t wait for him to go live again and listen to those stories, i’m so glad he was able to go back to canada after so many years, i hope he enjoyed his time with his family🥹
edit: i forgot to add, i’m really hoping that 2026 is really good year for our boys after the year they’ve had this year🥺
happy birthday to this fine ass man😩guess who’s backkkk🙂↔️🙂↔️i just wanted to say that i am so so sorry for the inactivity this year, it has been one hell of a year i’ve been focusing on myself a lot as i have been coming to terms with some trauma i have been dealing with for the past couple of years without knowing so i have really used this time to get myself back on my feet as it has been a struggle opening up now i am happy with the person i am today and have also learned to put myself first and have boundaries in place, on the other hand i am starting my new job in january which gives me that chance to really come out of my shell. meanwhile, as for the content i will get back into posting on here slowly, i have been keeping up with the kpop content this year but due to the fact i have been having a hard time coming to terms with this trauma, i haven’t been able to post anything since it has affected me mentally and things got busy for me this year but hopefully very soon in the coming days i will get back into posting again like i used to before🫶🏼🫶🏼
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
THEY LOOK SO. MAJESTIC. WHAT. IN. THE. JDHUIDUSKDJSD
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THE LIPSTICK ON THE MIRROR. CHRISTOPHER IT WAS YOUR LIL PRETTY HEAD ISN'T IT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
CHANGBIN! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK HE LOOKS SO PRETTY!
HYUNNIE BABY! AND MINHO LOOK SO CUTECUTE PRETTY!
If anyone else but Jonghyun had written the song then the whole group would have said "You know what, fuck this shit. This song is too hard, let's go home"
It is obvious that this is a song by Jonghyun, and I love how everyone is roasting him at some point. They love him dearly, but still, everyone is like, "Hyung...seriously?"
something’s fishy bc the fact that this company kicked haknyeon out of the group without him knowing and terminated his contract without his consent now they’re denying it🧐i hope hak gets the justice he deserves and i do hope that we hear more about this situation, there’s definitely more to this that needs to be uncovered
My name is Elin, I am 40 years old, and a mother of three children. Not long ago, I lived a peaceful and happy life with my husband — the man who was the reason for my joy. He provided everything for us, and our home was filled with love, security, and dreams for our children😭💔
But everything changed when the war reached us in Gaza......💔
Our home, our safe place, was completely destroyed. Now we live in a torn, fragile tent that offers no protection from the cold, the heat, or the fear that surrounds us.💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
My daughter Alaa is a doctor. She once carried a message of healing and hope. But the war took her job and shattered her future. My other daughter💔, Shaimaa, was a university student.😥☹️ She had dreams and goals, but her education and hopes were stopped by the sound of bombs and destruction.
My youngest child, Adam, was badly injured. He has a skull fracture and needs ongoing medical treatment just to survive. Watching him suffer daily, without the care he desperately needs, breaks my heart in ways I cannot describe.😥💔
We also care for my elderly father. He suffers from high blood pressure and diabetes. Recently, he sustained a serious injury to his left eye, and he needs an urgent, complex surgery — but we have no access to the care he needs😭💔
I feel powerless as a mother. There is no greater pain than watching your children’s dreams fade, and their lives hang in the balance.💔🇵🇸
I know you will never let me down 🙏🥹
We didn’t choose this life. We are not just numbers on the news. We are people — families — who once had normal lives, just like yours💔😭
All I ask for is safety for my children. A chance for them to live, to hope, and to heal
I know you won't let me down🙏🇵🇸
Please, don’t forget us......🇵🇸
link gofundme...🙏
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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.
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
