Reminder for Indians AND Pakistanis, or anyone willing to listen.
DO NOT rely on Indian OR Pakistani media for sources about the war.
for the record, I am Pakistani.
As far as I know, Pakistani media is just full of sources debunking EVERYTHING that Indian media has to say, so I don't know what to believe and what to not.
Also as far as I know, and with all due respect to Indians cuz I love y'all
Indian media is spreading fake news like crazy. My previous post/answer includes just a couple examples.
Rely on International Media and news outlets instead.
I use Al Jazeera primarily, so far they are unbiased and provide fact - checked information.
Staying well-informed is good not just for our safety but also to truly understand why exactly this war is so detrimental towards both sides.
I advise all Indians and Pakistanis to engage in productive and open-minded conversations as well.
Stay safe, fact-check your news because some of y'all are starting to perplex me.
gosh I love animals so much
I don't want to die before owning 3 cats, having at least one full convo with a parrot, perching a falcon on my shoulder or forearm, fighting a seagull, playing with a hamster, feeding a bunny, visiting a butterfly garden, building a birdhouse, having a photoshoot with a tiger, chasing a fox and petting a polar bear
also I gotta swim with a bank of fish at least once
💬 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
third culture kids moving back to their country ( me ) have to be studied because
the people in the foreign country were racist to me
the people in my country see me as an outsider
other overseas kids don't relate to me anymore
wannabe overseas kids in my country are just annoying
man ts 💔
I love ever after high, monster high, my little pony equestria girls, onegai my melody, miraculous ladybug, lolirock, literally any girly cartoon because the fashion is immaculate, the characterisation is perfect and the plot is better well-written than any movie today
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 😢 )
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. 💔
little does she know. gODDFF GODDDFD I JUST CANT DO THIS ANYMROE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBHHBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I LOVE WOMEN TOO MUCH TO BE THIS RELIGIUS I CANT FICKJNG TAKE THIS ANYMROE EORI3OFBKFVTROHR NO I3GRVTIIRHEIROEHRH CH
I've hit rock bottom I like blond guys
no cuz why is the song "in the rain" from miraculous making me cry this hard. I just want a love as dramatic as theirs how hard is that
also season 6 has officially ruined the whole story for me so now I just binge watch season 1