love to purchase items but at what cost
told my roommate dracula was an epistolary novel because it’s made up of letters and she was like. of course it’s made of letters it’s a book
i was finally financially able to contribute and i am so so sorry it took me so long. i hope you and your family are safe, as safe as you can be.
i am so sorry for your losses. i wish i could have done more and i wish i could have done it faster.
Ola new account.
Ola Ferwana @ola-family3 is a mother of three children in northern Gaza, withouth her husband. The winter is arriving and they need medicine, food and drinks.
Sam on Dreamstat at the Deadline Contenders Television 2025 IWTV Panel
no your done your done
Hey, that’s me
(while being interrogated and exposed as a liar in a trial ran by teenagers to decide whether her only father figure lives or dies)
(trying to force her suicidal father figure to eat while holding him captive)
(deciding to kill her only father figure)
(facing down a tyrannical dictator who is sabotaging her only chance at getting rescued)
(plotting against that tyrannical dictator)
(losing the last scrap of hope she has left and coming to terms with having to continue to live in a hellscape where she will inevitably lose herself completely)
(serving boyfriend while yelling at her girlfriend, whom she just discovered broke the flight transmitter and is therefore partially responsible for every terrible thing that has happened out there)
(being humiliated by bisexual stalin in front of a crowd and forced to participate in another card draw)
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.
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.
10/10 dad joke
they/them. free palestine. pfp is my ferret. not a bot, just lazy because i’m locked out of my old account :(
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