On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
😆😆😆💜🖤💜🖤💜
I FRICKING LOVE THIS‼️‼️‼️
Amid the rising scent of smoke and the glow of the fire that brings an old warmth to the heart, my aunt kneaded the dough with her tired hands, wiping her face with the edge of her sleeve, continuing her work as if telling a story of resilience without words. The gas was scarce, it had run out, but life does not stop, and bread does not wait. Over the blazing fire, the loaves puffed up as if breathing patience, reminding us that simplicity is not poverty, but a life brimming with resistance and warmth.
In those moments, I felt something deeper than mere hunger and bread… I felt the intimacy of the moment, the roots extending through time, and that warmth not just from the fire, but from the hearts that refuse to surrender. 💓
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In my Gaza, I don't search for sadness among the rubble, but rather capture the sunlight seeping through the wounds, to tell the story of a city that does not break, but rather blossoms despite everything.💓🍃
I always prefer to photograph the bright side of things.🩵
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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!" 🙏
in dis post I cri
in tyrus I STAN.
VERY‼️ I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE‼️😆
MOSTLY ONLY THE HARLOS‼️💋
I was thinking of making a bunch of short harlos (and other ships) comics. Like pretty damn short. I could base them of fanfic idk. How interested would you be?
I was feeling so down until I saw this OMG😆😍🤣
TJ: **gently throws Pokeball at Cyrus**
Cyrus: **confused** What was that for?
TJ: I choose you.
We live in this place 🙏💔
Queens. I stan. ❣️
If you were wondering what a Queens of Darkness spin off would be about, sultrysweet asked about it. HBO is the key word, Kristin says.