My Family Is Fighting Life To Survive. The War Has Stolen Our Dreams In Gaza

this is a weird request. can you help a transman and their wife move out of a controlling parent's grasp and out of a red state?

spoiler alert: its not even our parents.

we moved in with a friend because he made the mistake of buying a house when he didn't have the means to and needed help paying for bills, and we needed to move into a place that let us live in more than just a single room.

now we're constantly harassed by his parents because they think he shouldn't have let us move in and should have let someone of their own choosing move in. they go through our stuff, and weekly visits to "clean" because they think we're all incompetent and dig their noses into places they shouldn't be. Just today they introduced new potential housemates without warning or any communication, and just before that they stormed our storage room and began organizing and cleaning it without asking or warning. We cannot go back to being shoved into a single room again.

With the upcoming political climate, living as a afab trans POC (and native, at that) in a red state like South Carolina is going to be insanely dangerous. I've already been preached to, I've already been harassed at work, and it's dangerous for us to even live in the area we do, since the further from downtown you are, the more red it gets. and we're at the edge of the county.

I know there's a lot of GFMs going around right now, but we aren't in a safe spot, and we have friends in northeast that might help us. We just don't have the means to get there.

If you can, please help us move up north, if you'd like to help us pay bills for the time being, or if you'd like some commissions from my amazing wife ( @parememi ).

you know, it kind of irks me that tommy told wilbur that he didn’t get a grave. because he did.

when phil traveled the long, winding rabbit trails that led to techno’s arctic home, he left footprints in the snow that traced the frozen earth in looping cursive letters in the way a lost man wanders - and that was a grave.

when tubbo laid the stone foundations of snowchester’s nuclear storage facility, he carved a plateau out of the cliffs, which looked out over the sea from the highest point on the island. he could see birds below him tracing their dark shapes through the rolling fog - and that was a grave.

when niki wore wilbur’s old trench coat, it was muddy and torn and rusted red around the chest where he had been shot and stabbed and brutalized by explosions. she mended each hole with the careful precision with which she had sewn his flag - and that was a grave.

when fundy threw his father’s hat into the sea, he heaved a sob and fell to his knees, and he dug his fingers into the thin, dry seagrass until it fell in shredded piles at his sides. the sand was all he knew as it made raw the skin on his palms - and that was a grave.

so when tommy tore the patches from his jacket, when he sealed the entrance to pogtopia, when he set wilbur’s old guitar in the empty dockmaster’s house as finely tuned as he could make it, when he looked ghostbur in the eyes and didn’t flinch, didn’t waver, didn’t cry until he sat on his bloodied bedsheets and gripped the cloth in a white-knuckle grip and screamed until his voice gave out - that was a grave. that was wilbur’s grave.

🎄💔 Merry Christmas For all the children of the world, but will it be for the children of Palestine! 💔🎄

Children of the world 👇 My child Hamoud👇

While the world celebrates Christmas with joy, lights, and gifts, here in Gaza, it’s another day filled with pain and loss. But it can be different with your help.

In this picture, my 19-month-old son, Hamoud, holds a small Christmas tree amidst the rubble that was once our home. His eyes, full of confusion and sorrow, are a reflection of all the children here who have never known peace. Christmas for Hamoud isn’t about celebration. It’s about survival.

Hamoud’s life is defined by hunger, fear, and cold. He deserves so much more. He deserves to play, to laugh, to have the warmth of a home, and the joy of childhood. But for now, he’s fighting for the basic things every child should have—food, safety, and warmth

I, Kareman, his mother, ask you to help us give him a future. The donations you make won’t go to luxuries. They will buy food to fill his belly, clothes to protect him from the cold, and maybe, just maybe, a way to escape this nightmare to a safer place.

This Christmas, we’re not asking for gifts or decorations. We’re asking for life. Your kindness can make this a day of giving—giving hope, giving warmth, giving the chance for Hamoud and his family to survive❤️

🙏 Please, don’t turn away. Donate, share our story, and help save this innocent child from a future defined by destruction. This Christmas, your gift could be the difference between life and death.

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“My name is Eslam from Gaza, I’m 29 years old, and I’m a children teacher from Khan Yunis in the Gaza Strip. a mother of two daughters, Hanaa 5 years old, and Alma, 10 months old. My husband Rasmi is the director of 3 language and training centers. In this war, our house was completely destroyed and razed to the ground, and my husband’s centers were blown up. He lost his job, and we were completely displaced, and we are now homeless and jobless, My two young daughters constantly suffer from diseases due to malnutrition and water pollution.

Danger and death surround us all day and all night. We have lost everything and depend on donations to survive and, most of all, to have any hope of escaping this genocide and evacuating to safety in Egypt. The cost of daily living continues to rise significantly in Gaza - imagine that we cannot find the type of milk for our daughter because of its high price. There is no kind of detergent and this is the cause of skin diseases for my two little girls. We bought a piece of soap for $30! ، and detergent is 100$"

As of 8:46pm November 11, 2024 (GMT+8) $31,955 raised out of $50,000

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Why are you waiting for me to become a trend after I die? Why are you waiting for my story to become a hashtag and my pictures to become sad posts?

You can save me now, make a real difference in my life and the life of my family.

Help me while I am alive, don't make me another number on the list of dead. Donate, raise your voice...

do something that makes the world pay attention to us before it's too late...

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Mond. [Never finished, July 22 2022]

The rustle of the winds,

The ruse of the gale,

The gaze which imbues.

It’s lies an everlasting rune

An unquestioned rule.

Bespoke the breeze which said with a smile,

“What a joke.”

0. Origin. Creation. The Begining.

Tether to-and-fro, the frocks of the maidens and lasses, the laughter that hops buoyantly over the air, the smell of luncheons. 

Yes, this was home and more, the land which was once miles over, moved on-to a better place, under his jurisdiction. 

Did you know, that Mondstadt was once even more mountainous than Liyue? Whispers and laughter is what now fills the air, but once those were powerful gales which pierced even the land itself. Those were which the first birds flew on, and now those angry winds are gone, alongside the previous rule and the mountain caps. Now the natural terrain doesn’t train on those sharp airs funneled through high peaks, but calm and gentle ones said to match each breath of Barbatos.

It’s strange, how much change could happen over the span of 400 years. It’s strange, what something as elusive as corrosion could do. Because of it, a dragon lies, crystalline tears bead right on it’s golem cheeks, several feet underground, under a monument marked with stone which remembers it only as a mad thing of no life.

It’s terrifying, waking up after several years of slumber, and seeing all of which once you cherished, to have undergone such significant changes, it is the reason why he prefers dreaming, drowning under the illusions of booze or straight to slumber underneath a breezy canopy or in the rough sheets of the inn.

It is why he forsakes the present and deigns everything around it. He can only afford to look forwards, with nothing else to think of but the necessities.

It hurt when he had to acknowledge Stormterror’s pain, and that he had both failed as a friend and as an Archon. But with little to lean on and feeling lost, he had been unable to lift a finger until someone else had passed by. A girl with bright hair and bright eyes, with a small chatterbox companion; their name, Lumine. A new face, but it was not unwelcome, as he gazed from afar her feats and willingness to help save Mondstadt.

In a way, it was also a punch in the gut, as this completely unheard of traveler from afar, managed to do the responsible things and managed to save both his friend and Mond when he could not.

Amir and his family have been displaced 7 times since this war began, and are under threat of being displaced again. Two days ago Israeli planes dropped leaflets over their camp saying they would be bombing the area. It is already incredibly difficult to live in these conditions even without the threat of being bombed. Please help Amir and his family by donating so they can continue purchasing basic necessities for their family! (verified, #174)

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I hope everyone can help my family🙏

Hello everyone,

I will tell you my story about the war in the Gaza Strip, and I hope you will help me get out to safety. Thank you very much. I am Ali Miqdad, 33 years old, and my wife, Aya Hamdan, 25 years old. I have two children, my beloved, who is 5 years old and Adam, who is 2 years old

In light of the war on us, we lost everything: home, money, business, and even clothes. I paid everything in the house and business that I had because of the bombing that we witnessed throughout the days. To this day, we have been displaced several times, and the first night was very difficult. In the morning, it was our first displacement and exit from the house, and then we lost. We all lost our beautiful memories and the wonderful things that me and the family used to live on

We lost our beautiful memories and the wonderful things that my family and I used to live on. The hardest thing we lost was safety and peace due to the violent bombing that surrounded us at every time and moment and in all the places to which we were displaced. Also, the days that we spent in displacement several times were difficult due to the lack of work to obtain. For money, clothes, food, water, and meeting the needs of the family and the needs of the children, especially since we are in tents and there is no healthy food or medicine due to the spread of diseases.

Through the process of repeated displacement, we lost the stable and recreational life that I used to live with my wife, my children, Habiba and Adam, who lost their beautiful childhood, the first days of their childhood, and their toys that they loved and played with all the time. My daughter, Habiba, lost her studies in kindergarten, and my wife, who suffers from fatigue and exhaustion all the time. As a result of displacement from one place to another, and from tent to tent, which completely changed the nature of our lives from a beautiful house to a tent in the middle of the street in which we sleep.

I need your cooperation and help in raising money to leave the Gaza Strip because the exit from the Gaza Strip is due to the war

I hope everyone will donate for my family and children🙏❤️

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