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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
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.
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.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
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Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
THIS IS SO BADASS HOLY SHITTTTT?????? THE POSE, THE POWER OMFG
scythe riding an inphernal horse or similar mount
Coyboye,,,
had to dust off my horse drawing era for this. also lowkey brainrotted over horse mutations in the inpherno cause of it... anyways! -warp
My feed has been completely trampled by CRK of all things.
My screen is plagued with queers./silly
My name is Aisha,
a mother of eight children. I write to you as I struggle to protect them from hunger, cold, and the death that follows us every moment. We are living in the heart of hell—under relentless bombing, without shelter, without food, without medicine. War has taken everything from us, even our dreams.
My daughter lost her husband—he was martyred before her eyes by the Israeli army, leaving her child an orphan before he could even speak his first words. Our home, the only place that once gave us safety, has been completely destroyed. Now, we have nothing but the sky raining fire upon us and the ground that can barely bear our pain.
My youngest child has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and needs urgent surgery, but how can I provide him with treatment when we don’t even have food to eat? How can I save my children from hunger and illness when I have nothing left but my voice to plead for help?
Help us… Save my children… Do not leave us to die.
Please, do not leave us alone in this suffering. Any help, no matter how small, could save my children’s lives. Your donation could give them a chance to survive this nightmare we live in every day.
#Donat my babey
#Help_Us
hehehaha creechur
Valk trying to skateboard (fails miserably)
★My goodness I forgot to reply to this so sorry for late response!!!
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An: hi hi soooo sorry my posting is sporadic I'm on the road of becoming a scientist. So aka I'm studying and studying and studying even more in order to prep for college and get ahead. :)
IM NOT EVEN INTO CRK ANYMORE BUT HOLY COW THIS IS AMAZING???
WHAT'S THAT PUPPET BOY?
that fucking bird that i hate
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Sudden inexplicable urge to make forsaken character themed drinks
(I despise alcohol and am not even legally allowed to drink it)
affirmations because i am having a flareup
GLOWY THINGS I LOVE GLOWY THINGS ARGRGRGRGFHRGFBFH
Ughhh ouuhhh doomed sibling tropes...
don’t become a 99% art reposting blog don’t become a 99% art reposting blog don’t become a 99% art reposting blog don’t become a 99% art reposting blog fuck
LONE DIGGER GRAHHH
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Referenced from lone digger mv frames:
extra doodle stuff:
Sad to see you're an antisemite...
I am of Jewish descent. Free Palestine, fuckhead.
idk what about it it is but this making me feel rabid vro
so glowe,,,,
they're about to commit serious geneva convention violations
love how you draw moink
I am quite fond of banana boy
Switching between these every day
Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.
I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.
Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.
Support real artists ☀️
temple trio getting caught doing something illegal but it’s something like, super stupid
like stealing a gumball machine or something
broker seems like she’d want to steal a gumball machine
we gettin arrested with this one boys -warp
My name is Aisha,
a mother of eight children. I write to you as I struggle to protect them from hunger, cold, and the death that follows us every moment. We are living in the heart of hell—under relentless bombing, without shelter, without food, without medicine. War has taken everything from us, even our dreams.
My daughter lost her husband—he was martyred before her eyes by the Israeli army, leaving her child an orphan before he could even speak his first words. Our home, the only place that once gave us safety, has been completely destroyed. Now, we have nothing but the sky raining fire upon us and the ground that can barely bear our pain.
My youngest child has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and needs urgent surgery, but how can I provide him with treatment when we don’t even have food to eat? How can I save my children from hunger and illness when I have nothing left but my voice to plead for help?
Help us… Save my children… Do not leave us to die.
Please, do not leave us alone in this suffering. Any help, no matter how small, could save my children’s lives. Your donation could give them a chance to survive this nightmare we live in every day.
#Donat my babey
#Help_Us
My friend just got to this part in the campaign and this WILL become a new group vocal stim. It already has. so peeping. so so peeping.
“so peeping” as a slugcat descriptor enthralled me…
What Strength Really Means 💪
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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gave up on drawing traffic’s hand, dunno if you could tell/j
My Pinterest is glitchy as fuck and won’t let me comment/reply most of the time and also I can’t see my keyboard when I’m typing and it drives me batshit crazy
So instead of informing the person I wanted to inform on Pinterest why pipeline punch monster energy is actually a valid gender, I’m gonna tell you.
Xenogenders were created for I believe autistic or general neurodivergent people.
Not everybody experiences the concept of gender in the same way, and sometimes we just can’t find the right terms to explain exactly how we feel, so we get as close as possible.
A bridge example is the singular xenogender label that I personally am considering. It’s a song gender of Savage Daughter. I think my gender fluctuates, I don’t think I’m a girl a lot of the time, but when I listen to that song I feel a deep sort of femininity that is specifically like a wild woman in folklore. I could stand to be a girl if I was a wild woman in folklore, but not in the modern interpretation of femininity. The way in which I am feminine is raw and open, and if it was anything but a xenogender based on a song it would be much more widely accepted.
And people who use xenogender labels don’t hurt anyone. The only way I can think of would be queerphobes or people new to the concept of queerness getting overwhelmed by things they can’t understand yet, but that’s why we take things one step at a time. Just because not everybody can do multiplication doesn’t mean algebra doesn’t exist.
I understand the feeling. It doesn’t make sense, it seems like a mockery. But it’s not a mockery, it’s genuinely how these people feel and it’s the best way for them to communicate themselves.
TLDR: let people use xenogenders. They are doing their best. It’s not your problem. Try to be kind, as a general life principle.
All autistic people are actually androids made of mycelium all operated by one big room control point HQ by not-quite fifteen thousand gerbils.
And if not-quite fifteen thousand gerbils sound like they’d be bad at operating every single autistic person, that’s because they are
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #521 )✅️
Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️
In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
wow i cant believe they added slider enemy 2 as a playable character in roblox phighting. heres my drawing of slider enemy 2
