Israel continues the massacres in Gaza... 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!
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I'm sorry but look what your nation has done once again. After initiating ceasefire, they violated it within 3 hours. What do you expect India to do? Sit and watch while they kill its people. For how long? For how long should India tolerate the bullshit that country does?
Pakistan retaliated only after India breached the ceasefire.
I repeat, India attacked first.
Indian media continues to spread misinformation, look at sources like BBC or Al Jazeera.
Even educated Indians do not look at their own news channels. Your own sources stated today that we have a sea port in Lahore that they destroyed.
Lahore is not close to any large waterbodies.
Your sources claim that they have destroyed cities like Peshawar. False.
That they have destroyed 'terrorist launch pads' ; nothing of the sort, they have targeted our civilian areas.
I hold the utmost remorse for the large attacks that Pakistan is commiting in retaliation, it is admittingly quite concerning for me as well. I hope you are safe.
This should serve as a reminder that we should not be each other's enemies. Civilians should not fight like this.
I urge all Indians looking at my posts to indulge in actually productive conversations if they wish, but to refrain from falling privy to harmful stereotypes that have been built against us for so long. Educate yourselves, war is a terrible time for propaganda from BOTH sides.
Stay safe and remember that peace is our principle.
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why did I take 10 subjects for igcse. who did I think I was. like I really looked at add math and thought; yea, that's the perfect one
💬 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 ♥️
💬 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 ♥️
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Not going to be rude. As a girl myself, I understand what you are going through. But this is not a blatant tag of a "terrorism-supportive nation" that has been awarded to your country. Time is the evidence of the heinous acts Pakistan has committed, and the barbarians it has been fostering. Wrongfully accused? Your Army Chief outrightly hinted at what was about to happened at Pagalgam days before the massacre. The terror organization that took responsibility of it is literally located in Pakistan occupied Kashmir. And you say India is playing Victim card? Get your facts right and your senses up. I don't know if you 'hardly' know anything about your culture or not, but you definitely do not know shit about your country and its pathetically hypocritical victim-card playing attitude
such hate from someone who seems to be asking for peace themselves. You're right however, I do not hide in the fact that I hardly know anything about any of this. I never asked for any of this. All I know is that one morning, I woke up to thousands of Indians on the internet wishing upon my death and launching airstrikes into our nation. I have lied awake this whole night, not able to sleep. I opened an INDIAN news channel in an attempt to see what was happening from the perspective of your nation and I was flabbergasted. Do you expect us to sit down and accept what you claim of us 'starting the whole thing' when you say such venomous things to us? How do you expect me to educate myself when everything I try, my heart starts palpitating and I feel faint? This is my first war too, so don't mind it if I want to share how bleak my life looks now.
And before calling out acts heinous like we've been plotting something, or calling my people barbaric, do not forget that it is this division in us that our governments seek to instill. This war should not be between innocent civilians like you and I. Do not mistake me for the enemy.
I wish you nothing but peace.
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