Can You Hear Us? Can You Feel What We’re Going Through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A Never-ending Siege.

before igloo we had macaroni cheese

trying to get into motogp and f1 requires sm effort and time

this is why I fear that the only sport my pakistani ass will ever commit to is cricket ( don't talk about the recent match 😢 )

I think I've found inner peace

Judy P from the secret history they will never make me hate you

my fixation on maze runner when I was 10 has to be studied I was psychotic

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? 💔

I love being me cuz I have the personality and aspirations of a white rich frat boy called Jason who got into an ivy league cuz he donated a building and rides around campus on his Yamaha and has three exes named Brooke

What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

I feel like blogging today

her eyes.

hues of cerulean and sun dust dance around in the glassy hemisphere. Lapiz stripes stagger towards the dainty iris that contrast the dents of ice, reminiscent of more than the twilight sky, more than the soft foam of the sea, more than the star littered galaxy. The gold, however, is simply the cherry on top. Of a rose-gold territory, the flakes prettily adorn the perfection, taking it a level higher- not perfect, but heavenly. When she peers at you with her eyes, she's not looking- she's mapping. For her eyes are not just visually a hue of mystery, but instead a tinted window to the similarly heavenly psyche that waits to be seen.