that's it I'm getting into Greek philosophy again ( also mythology because I miss reading about all that drama )
I feel like writing fanfic will give me personality but idk wtf to write about and all the ppl here are freaks
oh my god I think I like intellectualism now
I hate acting like I WOULDN'T dress half naked if all men disappeared
đź’¬ Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
I suppose I forgot that beauty is in everything. Still, I'm waiting for mine.
God, no.
I'll have to get it myself.
If only the world would listen to us, our situation would be better. Everyone ignores us and we are invisible, as if we are not human beings and as if we do not deserve to live. If you truly love Palestine and want to liberate it in reality and not just in words, stand by us and help us. We are human beings too. Show your humanity. Show your compassion. What would you do if what is happening in Gaza now happened in Ukraine? Would you stand idly by and watch? You can support us and you can save us. Please don't stand idly by like this.
My friend, show your humanity and mercy. We are hungry. Famine has struck, and the situation is critical. Please donate to me and my family. If I don't die from the bombing, I will die of hunger. Please donate here
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I need to stop listening to 'in the rain' I keep sobbing and wailing my ass off MY GRADE IS ON THE LINE HERE
no cuz why is the song "in the rain" from miraculous making me cry this hard. I just want a love as dramatic as theirs how hard is that
also season 6 has officially ruined the whole story for me so now I just binge watch season 1
my mother deserves the world and honestly so does my father he's just got childhood trauma or something
why are girls wishing they could go back to when they didn't need education
like in the big 25 you're gonna let the boys get ahead? đź’”