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"yeah Logan's not gonna go through the hassle for Peter or for a bathroom where worse things have been caught in" she giggled at the thought of Logan just taking one of Peter's blunts and walking off without a care, before moving on to a more serious and sincere tone of voice.

"of course you can't fix all of my problems, no one my problems completely" dina explains while dragging her finger into an infinity symbol on the table. "Horrible Things have happened to both of us and have left us damaged in ways that can't be fixed, but with love and support we can fix our slightly less severe damages."

Dina was so happy to have a parent that not only understood her but also shared similar types of experiences. The infront of her was her father and he had shown her the whole evening how much he wanted to be that for her despite their nonexistent relationship before today.

"I want to keep making good memories with you and Peter and anyone else who joins the roster, you guys my family now and I am perfectly happy with that" she smiled at him "and even though you aren't the most perfect of people man or mutant, your my father and that won't change."

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

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Dina was bursting with excitement as she undid her seatbelt and got out of the car "this place smells exactly like my sittoo's hands!" She said with nothing but glee. Closing the door behind her and and ran up to one of the restaurant's windows to look inside.

Her dad was right about this place, just the smell of it brings her back to every holiday she spent in either Egypt or Palestine with her extended family. She rushed over to her dad as he got out of the car and grabbed his hand rushing him inside with her, as if he wasn't magneto the master the master of magnetism.

Tonight he's just her dad and she's just his daughter.

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

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Dina felt all warm on the inside as her father spoke of her with pride and love, it felt like finally her effort for staying strong and alive was finally being rewarded more than it already has been. Her father proud of her and everything that she was, it made her tear up before the made those ears disappear; dessert is no time for crying.

When her dad mentioned keeping Peter in line Dina nodded with the same mischievous glint "I already do! he stole my snacks once and I made is feet fuse to the floor and took my stuff back, so far he hasn't attempted to rob me a second time" she laughed before finishing up her knafeh.

"and I'm honored to be part of your journey as well baba, we both know there's still a long way to go from here" she smiled leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms with a smile. "The future is our no matter who comes true and take it from us"

"and tomorrow will be fun despite being a school day, maybe after school you me and Peter can hang out all three of us" she suggests.

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

A Palestinian father playfully balances his son on his right hand at the beach in Gaza City early one evening.

The coast of Gaza has grown increasingly popular over the years. It had always been a sight for weary eyes but with Israel’s siege denying Gazans the freedom to move, its seemingly endless seascape offers, for many, a very tangible escape, even if only temporal. It has also become a very popular family destination. Entire meals are prepared, served, and eaten here, and it is not uncommon to stay the night, father, son, and all.

Photo credit: Ali Ali, June 2013. (via smpalestine)

After magneto finishes speaking dina nods trying to hold back tears, many questions ran through her head "how are you my father? I very distinctly remember having a father I looked like growing up" she looked up at him expecting an explanation, did her mother commit infidelity which she despised... or was she adopted by the parents who raised her? Hard to tell.

Dina knows her genetic makeup due to the access to the files sinister made of her, egyptian and palestinian was what the file and her parents said, now the German in her DNA data makes sense

"Also why'd you and my mother get together? She was married"

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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.

"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

Dina khoury is mothering like never before!

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i love Dina with my whole heart and I loved drawing her . I had so much fun with her design .

Hello,,

My name is Fatima Alanqar, I am 30 years old, and my husband Bilal Dader is 33. We are parents to five children: Yazan (12), Fadl (11), Zina (10), Rajaa (7), and our baby girl Basma, who is just a year and a half old.

My lovely family

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We live in Tal AlHawa, Gaza. In the early days of the war, we were forced to flee our home after it was completely destroyed by occupation forces with fire and missiles. Our car was also burned down to a heap of metal, and all our clothes were burned too. We have been displaced 17 times, each time escaping death by a miracle. We walked long distances on foot with our children who struggled to keep up, driven by fear to escape danger.

After years of effort and construction for our house, then one day and one night everything vanished

My children's mental health has been shattered. They have suffered immensely from fear, displacement, and homelessness, with barely enough food and water to feed a small cat. They have endured carrying water over long distances throughout the day, surrounded by destruction, rockets, and shrapnel. They were deprived of continuing their education, despite being top students.

One of those times when we had to sleep in our previously destroyed house, a missile landed on us and, by God’s grace, it did not explode.

My children have been deprived of the food they love and need for their bodies and minds to grow, enduring constant fear and terror day and night for 10 months without any peace or rest. We also contracted many diseases, including hepatitis and skin infections due to the lack of water and hygiene supplies in overcrowded shelters and sometimes in our destroyed home :( . We were also forced to stay completely still for periods ranging from 3 to 7 days due to the ongoing siege, drinking contaminated water out of fear of the tanks around us.

Our car was not spared from the bombing either

The children's rooms were completely burned...

Some members of my family were martyred, and others were injured. Fear, crying, and sadness fill the place.

We once had all the comforts and basic tools for a decent life, but now we have lost everything. We cook our food over open fires despite the exhaustion and heat, and we barely manage to get flour, water, and firewood. Yet we remain resilient in northern Gaza despite the bombing, hunger, and severe shortages of water, medicine, and necessary supplies.

And now, that's all we have

I was even forced to wean my year-and-a-half-old daughter due to the lack of milk :( .

We are displaced and homeless, continuously moving from one place to another until this dreadful war ends.

My heart breaks for her.... :

We are in desperate need of your help. We invite you to contribute to this fund to save my family and provide us with a safe shelter, food, water, and healthcare for all of us. Please share our story with your friends and family to raise awareness and support. Your words and prayers give us the strength to endure these difficult circumstances.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference in our lives. We rely on your support and standing by us during this tough time. Together, we can restore hope and safety for Fatima and her family.

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With deepest gratitude from your faithful friend,

Fatima and Family

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