I Fear This Scene Awakened Something In Me That Was Never Meant To Be Awoken

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.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

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.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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me after I fixate on a new thing but the fandom is on life support or just dead (I do it to myself for not liking really popular stuff)

A Message from the Heart of Suffering

To every kind soul out there…

We are a family of ten, including helpless infants, living in constant displacement. We’ve moved more than ten times, searching for safety, only to find torn tents, dry land, and an uncertain future.

We have no home, no enough food, and not even clean water. Our children go to sleep hungry and wake up crying from pain and illness. They suffer from severe malnutrition, and there is no medicine or milk available.

We are surrounded by the stench of sewage, swarms of insects, and relentless mosquitoes. Every day we survive is a miracle. Every hour without a new tragedy is a blessing.

Today, I share this message because we are on the edge. We are not asking for much — just enough to survive, just enough to protect our children’s dignity.

You are donat

even the smallest amount, can change everything. It can save a child from hunger, or give a baby a chance to live.

Please, help us. Be the light in our darkest hour.

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Help Aisha and her children

I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years

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his last words were "thats not how pronouns work"

dialogue from @jestlingnest

the progress on my Starscream practice but for some reason this sucked all of my motivation put of me so now I'm waiting for motivation to return so I can draw again

I finally decided to make an oc for eltingville and can you tell I don't draw humans much?

In short my oc jus moved to eltingville and tried finding a comic place to see if there's anything she could read but then she runs into the club and she very much hates them, literally throwing Bill when he tried to pick on her

I'll probably try to actually draw more but I hate doing full body drawings but I also wanna draw short comics to more flesh out her dynamic with the club since I'm thinking of shipping her with Josh

But anyways it past midnight and I need to eep

I think it time to finally let my MU oc into the public, he's a creture and is on his 5th year at MU since in his junior year he had to go back home for family issues and has to make up the year now. He's bi and spends his free time annoying the sororities by dumping nice smelling perfume on them with sparkles in it.

I was just looking at the pants and though "wat if I made a creture" and that's how Travis was born.

I might post my other ocs since I have two more.

AHA FOUND YOU 👹👹👹👹👹

danm it my disguise didn't work

I drew brak on an art assignment I had to do since I finished early