Andreil At The Next Banquet

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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Jean Meeting the Trojans:

iñ finished the book in the evening, my god, what a great ending!!!!!

i started reading 'butcher & blackbird' and oh my god it's so interesting — although the tw list left me impressed

i fUCKING hate going to university SO MUCH and i really HATE my classmates (most of them), but it's okay, i only have this year and next year and i'll be free (and unemployed lol)

Chapters: 18/?

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature 

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku 

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Merlin AU basically, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Alternate Universe - Magic, Medieval Britain, Alternate Universe - Arthurian Lore, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Background Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Slow Burn Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Prince Bakugou Katsuki, Servant Midoriya Izuku, Master/Servant, long chapters, new adventure every chapter, Unreliable Narrator, Heavily inspired by mythology, Action/Adventure, Angst and Humor, Found Family, twisted friendship 

Summary:

“A great Hero will rise in these lands; it is told. You will guide the Once and Forever King to his glory and bring everlasting peace to the realm.” said the dragon—Kudo.

Izuku was perplexed. “You must be talking about someone else. And the Once and Forever King?” who…?

It could only be…

Izuku said, “Yagi.”

Kudo, at the same time—“Katsuki.”

Izuku felt his eyes bulge. Suspended in disbelief, he wanted to laugh. In fact, Izuku couldn’t help but think that this prophecy sounded like complete and utter bullshit.

Or, when Izuku, the lonely boy from the edge of nowhere, is summoned to the capital, his world is upended. His mission? Protect the brash, foul-mouthed prince at all costs, for he is the Hero who will wake the realm from her slumber… eventually.

But to succeed Izuku must hide that he has magic, unless he wanted to end up on the pyre by morn.

An adaptation of Arthurian myths and legends.

oh andrew 🫦🫦

quick sketch

Bee is gonna lose her f*ckin mind if andrew loses one my exy shoe. She be icing the craziest bruise her kid has ever had an he would be yapping away about the cool play he made.

A loving look expresses more feeling and sincerity than words do

Desaparición de hojas y árboles

ㅤㅤLa brisa abrasaba su cuerpo, haciendo que su cuerpo temblase de arriba abajo a pesar de estar recorriendo las calles donde se encontraba su nuevo hogar. Era invierno y los árboles se encontraban sin sus bellas hojas, a veces se preguntaba: ¿a los árboles les dolerá dejar caer sus hojas y que el viento se las llevara? ¿A los árboles les dolerá dejar caer sus hojas y que las personas las pisaran? ¿A los árboles les dolerá dejar caer sus hojas y no saber más de ellas?

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Interrumpió su propia reflexión para exhalar con liviandad mientras intentaba acomodar su bufanda y gorro, la temperatura seguía bajando, lo que significaba que la nieve se aproximaba. Eso le hizo pensar en su reflexión como una metáfora, donde el árbol era ella misma y las hojas eran las personas que ha perdido en el camino de su vida.

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Estaría mintiendo si dijera que no sabía en qué momento se convirtió en un árbol de invierno, porque en realidad sí sabe cuál fue el momento exacto en que sucedió.

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Toda su vida había intentado ser un árbol de primavera, donde las hojas crecían y crecían con una facilidad increíble, eso le fascinaba; ser un árbol de invierno era algo que jamás se le pasó por la cabeza. Porque ella no quería ser distinta, ella quería ser igual que ellas, igual que todas y todos.

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Pero él. Una hoja amarillenta que comenzaba a tornarse café. Fue él quien la convirtió en un árbol de invierno.

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Esa hoja amarillenta media marrón, con quien convivió en una primavera que, según ella, no parecía tener fin. Ella creía que con él sería una primavera eterna, en la que no importaba cuántas hojas verdes florecieran, siempre serían solo ellos dos.

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Pronto se dio cuenta que aquella abrasadora y cálida primavera ya no tenía el mismo significado para él. Ella hizo florecer tantas hojas en primavera que no se dio cuenta cuando lo marchitaron a él.

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No hubo verano ni otoño.

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La primavera se fue con él y con todas las demás hojas.

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Fue allí cuando se convirtió en un árbol de invierno. Ahora ella vivía en un invierno eterno.

I didnt make a Valentines post this year but this is close enough. Better late than never.