The WanderingSoul
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“Respect authorities”
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In one of the afflicted corners of Gaza, Mohamed Al-Khaldi, a man in his twenties, took his heavy steps amidst the chaos of life. Mohamed, known for his resilience and patience, worked as a freelancer, spending long nights behind his computer screen, striving to ensure a decent life for himself and his small family.
Before the war, his life was filled with challenges, but he never knew despair. He began saving to cover the costs of his apartment with great difficulty, and his joy was indescribable when he finally got married after a bitter struggle. His wife, whom he loved deeply, was always his support, encouraging him every time he felt the burden was heavier than he could bear.
But the war... that merciless war turned everything upside down. The early days were filled with fear and anxiety, and Mohamed struggled to provide for his simple household amidst the shelling and explosions. One day, while he was trying to bring some basic necessities for his family, a missile fell nearby, and he was hit by shrapnel in his head.
Mohamed was transported to the hospital amidst sounds of crying and prayers. In those tense moments, he thought only of his wife, who was expecting their first child, and the home he had built with his patience and struggle. The pain was intense, but the fear for his loved ones was even greater.
Despite everything, Mohamed slowly recovered. A scar remained on his head, a witness to those difficult moments, but it was also a testament to his resilience. After returning home, he saw his wife with a smile that wiped away all her sorrows. She held a picture of the ultrasound showing their upcoming child and said to him:
"Mohamed, we are stronger than anything, and this child will be a symbol of the life they couldn’t destroy."
On that day, Mohamed realized that despite all the hardships he had gone through, life is worth living, and no matter how harsh the war is, love and hope are stronger.
Donation link for Mohammed 👇
My family has lost everything to war, and we are struggling to survive without food or shelter. We urgently need your support to save our children and rebuild our lives. Any help will make a difference.
Reblogged, wish you all the best, and all the strength you need 🩷🩷🔥
Hello, I am Ghada from Gaza and I am displaced to Deir al-Balah, specifically in the middle of the Strip. 🍉🍉
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Pov: my thoughts when I'm trying to fall asleep in my fav t-shirt
A shirt.
Such an easy thing to take for granted until it's the only thing you are allowed to have.
No undies. No pants. No socks. Definitely no shoes. Just a single, old, oversized shirt.
Something he gave me so I wasn't always naked.
He didn't buy it for me, he doesn't buy anything for us other than collars, kennel cages, and things that cause pain...no, it's just an old shirt he didn't want anymore. He doesn't need to buy us anything.
It's all I have.
He burnt all the clothes that I wore when he had me picked up. It's all ashes now. Even my favorite hoodie, gone.
Just a shirt.
He gave it to me after the third week, after he had spent that time properly and painfully introducing me to my role here. I am his pet. I am his muse. I am his plaything.
I am his property.
Captured and flown halfway across the world.
It's a simple shirt, size XXXL Tall, dark gray, very faint remnants of old blood stains (not all of it my own), hem starting to tatter, very small moth holes here and there, band logo all but worn off, hides just enough of me to count as "covering".
It's the kind of shirt one throws out before buying a new one. But he gave it to me instead.
And I cherish it, a gift from my Master.
Such a simple thing.
And yet, it brings me joy.
Hi! I'm nonhuman in every way. Including, but not limited to, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically, physically, and biologically.
"But you know you're actually human, right?"
... no.