Trying To Get Into Motogp And F1 Requires Sm Effort And Time
trying to get into motogp and f1 requires sm effort and time
this is why I fear that the only sport my pakistani ass will ever commit to is cricket ( don't talk about the recent match 😢 )
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I hate acting like I WOULDN'T dress half naked if all men disappeared
oh my god I think I like intellectualism now
🔴 can you help me 🇵🇸🍉
Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸
Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20€ from each person, 20€ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need
The campaign has been verified @90-ghost
that's it I'm getting into Greek philosophy again ( also mythology because I miss reading about all that drama )
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
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With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Help them survive the Gaza war🚨🆘‼️‼️⁉️
Israel returned to war again. The bombing is everywhere. We are being exterminated here and the whole world is silent.
To date, more than 50k people have been killed, mostly children and women.
There is no food, no drink, hunger, destruction, murder, and no way out of this hell.
We are dying before your eyes please, don't leave us alone! Save us, do something protest, donate, participate.
I don't want to die! Please support me with any amount that will promise me to buy food, drink. medicine and survive me and my family
@shorooq-mahmoud
What Strength Really Means 💪
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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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I feel like writing fanfic will give me personality but idk wtf to write about and all the ppl here are freaks
I think I've found inner peace
Two paths; each similar but with different outcomes.
the initial part is always full of despair. No matter what you do, you can't escape the disaster that ensues. Like black dye being injected into a lake, your bad luck will seep deep into your life and consume everything. It will be slow but painful. Every time you set a long term ambition, you will have to venture through the flames of hell to try to get there. The worst part is, it will always happen. And you'll be forced to watch as others give half as much and get what they want at the snap of a finger.
One path will end in misery, in you lying in your own now black blood dribbling out over your wasted efforts. The efforts in vain.
The other will end in a heavenly bliss, with a climax so beautiful you almost forget your pain and assure yourself that it was an easy path. The scars will fade and the memory have a joyous ending. Victory comes to those who wait, after all.
But what if you never realize if there is truly light at the end of that tunnel? what if you continue swimming for your life and the years pass and you realized it was a wasted fantasy? what will happen when reality comes crushing down on your poor, heavy, drained head?
Tired? no, no. Continue, the light is there!
Where? When?
Hush. just continue.
