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In Gaza 🍉 even the queues have disappeared You no longer see the lines of people stretching out at the doors of the takayas or in front of the bakeries Not because hunger has ended, but because the food has run out The flour has disappeared and the bakeries have closed and with it disappeared the last remnants of hope in a loaf of bread to relieve families of the pain of hunger, the pain of accumulated hunger More than 2 million and 4 thousand people are exposed to systematic starvation A complete crime carried out by the occupation through a comprehensive siege and the closure of the crossings for more than 83 days and preventing the entry of food, medicine and fuel 42 days without bread, without ovens, without what satisfies their hunger This is not a shortage, a weapon of starvation and systematic pressure to strangle Gaza until the last breath The queues have not ended, but have turned into silence screaming in the face of the world Save Gaza

Donate for my children and my family so that they may survive 🙏

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Hospital Security Cameras Captured the Unthinkable. Civilians were thrown into the air from the place or buried inside the missile crater.

And now, orders have been issued to evacuate all hospitals, universities, and schools in Gaza.

This is not war. This is extermination. They are erasing every trace of life, every pillar of society, every safe space and the world is still silent.

If you can help, even a small donation could mean food, water, To my family in Gaza.

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some of you guys didn't grow up as the ugly sibling and it shows

( I am projecting )

that's it I'm getting into Greek philosophy again ( also mythology because I miss reading about all that drama )

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

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

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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seeing semi-rich white kids complain about how hard it is to get into ivies because they're not from a third world country low income family pisses me off because like

you're the blueprint vro 💔

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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my mother deserves the world and honestly so does my father he's just got childhood trauma or something

my observations as someone who's been debating for less than a year; debate kids piss me off but honestly they can be fine

also parliamentary > muns ( I love mun drama tho )

Two paths; each similar but with different outcomes.

the initial part is always full of despair. No matter what you do, you can't escape the disaster that ensues. Like black dye being injected into a lake, your bad luck will seep deep into your life and consume everything. It will be slow but painful. Every time you set a long term ambition, you will have to venture through the flames of hell to try to get there. The worst part is, it will always happen. And you'll be forced to watch as others give half as much and get what they want at the snap of a finger.

One path will end in misery, in you lying in your own now black blood dribbling out over your wasted efforts. The efforts in vain.

The other will end in a heavenly bliss, with a climax so beautiful you almost forget your pain and assure yourself that it was an easy path. The scars will fade and the memory have a joyous ending. Victory comes to those who wait, after all.

But what if you never realize if there is truly light at the end of that tunnel? what if you continue swimming for your life and the years pass and you realized it was a wasted fantasy? what will happen when reality comes crushing down on your poor, heavy, drained head?

Tired? no, no. Continue, the light is there!

Where? When?

Hush. just continue.

we don't bully people for not knowing how to ride bikes anymore