Hi, I know I haven't been active on my socials much, but it's been very hard for recently.
I am a Palestinian who refuged in 2015 after the 2014 massacre at the age of 5.
I haven't seen them ever since 2015. Only contact was through calls and messages, which is now nearly impossible due to the war.
Yes, it's still going right now. It's not recent at all. It's since 1948, nothing new. Living in Gaza was like an open jailhouse due to the occupation, and I am speaking from experience and memories.
2014 was no small conflict. It was an attack by the Israeli against innocent Palestinians. I could go on about my near death experiences, but this post is about my family now.
Knowing that this war is 10 times worse gives me on and on nightmare. I can't believe how inhumane we humans can get.
Houses are ruined, mothers become widows, children become orphans... This needs to stop.
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
.
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
Hi, I know I haven't been active on my socials much, but it's been very hard for recently.
I am a Palestinian who refuged in 2015 after the 2014 massacre at the age of 5.
I haven't seen them ever since 2015. Only contact was through calls and messages, which is now nearly impossible due to the war.
Yes, it's still going right now. It's not recent at all. It's since 1948, nothing new. Living in Gaza was like an open jailhouse due to the occupation, and I am speaking from experience and memories.
2014 was no small conflict. It was an attack by the Israeli against innocent Palestinians. I could go on about my near death experiences, but this post is about my family now.
Knowing that this war is 10 times worse gives me on and on nightmare. I can't believe how inhumane we humans can get.
Houses are ruined, mothers become widows, children become orphans... This needs to stop.
Donate if you can
Imagine the horrors.
I won't be posting anything about palestine anymore due to mental issues I've been facing recently (regarding the war, post-trauma from 2014, family I've lost, etc...)
I also wish to not be tagged in any other gofundme's/news about Palestine since it would trigger my PTSD and I wish to be left alone to have some space to cope with my surroundings.
As for the gofundme of my family, it's being managed by my parents and older brother (as it always has been). My parents have chosen for me not to be included for the sake of my mental health. Therefore, I have no control over it. If you have any questions, feel free to contact them, not me. As my parents say: "I'm still a kid, this isn't my responsibility, and it shouldn't really be."
As selfish as it sounds, sometimes it's important to help yourself before helping others. Cause if you can't handle your own problems, you won't be able to handle the ones of others (and you won't be in much use and instead cause more stress for yourself, from what I've learned).
I want to get back to what I used to post on the account (mainly art and other fun stuff) and find my 'will to live' again, a way to cope with everything. Recently, I couldn't draw due to the pressure, and when I did, it wasn't as enjoyable as before. I wanna find that joy again. I'm sorry once more for saying this. I want to help, but I know I do not have much power. But I don't want to give up, neither should you, neither should we all in this matter.
Thank you all for understanding, and I'm sorry for not being in state to help, as much as I do want to.
Sincerely,
Schketbook
Aka R.S.
This, this is call LOVE.
I dont usually hyperfixate over fandoms but- this year its something new lmao
AND IT IS SO PAINFULL
This, this is call LOVE.
Gaza 🔻🍉
Moarre
Cuz i can >:D
Inspired by my parents eating each others food lmao
Im sorry i destoyed max in the 1st frame and sam in the 2e 🥲
Anyways we need more sam and max, i probably have sniffed every single fanart of them on the internet lmfao
Hi, I’m Schketbook and i make comics if *coughs in table*
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