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Karam is a software engineer student from Gaza in his last semester. But his dreams of graduating as a successful engineer were shattered when the genocide began in October and his family's home and university were destroyed by Israeli airstrikes.

Now, Karam and his family live in a makeshift tent with insufficient necessities of life. To make matters worse, Karam's mother battles incurable diseases aggravated by the harsh conditions of displacement, extreme cold, and no access to proper care.

Their only ray of hope lies in the possibility of seeking refuge outside the Gaza Strip, where Karam can continue his studies and provide better care for his sick mother.

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the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

10 February 2024

After 12 days with no updates, the PRCS announced the deaths of 6 y/o Hind Rajab and the ambulance team who volunteered to go save her. Despite the PRCS working with the IOF to coordinate safe passage for the ambulance, the ambulance was found destroyed by IOF bombs, with both volunteer crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun murdered inside. Hind was murdered inside the car, where she had been trapped for hours with the bodies of her family members.

Hind’s 15 y/o cousin Layan Hamadeh had called PRCS emergency services after the car in which she and her family, including her younger cousin Hind, came under heavy gunfire by the IOF. Layan was shot to death while on the phone with PRCS emergency dispatchers, a fact which is documented via recordings of the phone call. Hind then took the phone and begged the dispatchers to send help to take her away, as the IOF was still showering the car with bullets. Ambulance crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun volunteered to go rescue Hind. Dispatchers soon last contact with the child. They then lost contact with Yusef and Ahmed when the ambulance arrived near the location of the vehicle by Fares petrol station in Tal Al-Hawa.

This point cannot be emphasized enough: the PRCS worked with the IOF, getting their agreement not to attack the ambulance as it arrived at the scene. The IOF agreed, and then knowingly bombed the ambulance anyway, while also knowingly killing 6 y/o Hind inside her family’s car. They knew there was a 6 y/o child inside that car, and kept firing until they murdered her. They knew the entire time what they were doing, and lied about cooperating with emergency services in order to maximize the number of lives they could take.

The depravity and impunity of the occupation is truly boundless. Hind’s final hours were spent in absolute terror, and Yusuf and Ahmed’s courage and selflessness were rewarded with their murders. The PRCS did everything right. They coordinated with the IOF and sought their permission for the ambulance to pass, something which was already required under international law. The IOF abused this attempt at cooperation by lying about their compliance, then deliberately murdering Hind, Yusuf, and Ahmed, in addition to Layan and her entire family.

We write this update in tears, having hoped and prayed for a different outcome like everyone else. This round of aggression by the IOF has already seen unimaginable cruelty, suffering, and impunity. The complete, deliberate, and flagrant violation of international law and human decency is a stain on the conscience of the Global North and every president, staffer, soldier, and bureaucrat who made this happen. May the recorded voices of Layan and Hind, begging for rescue before dying alone, haunt them for the rest of their days.

Remember Hind, Layan, Yusuf, and Ahmed. Do not let despair consume you. Fight for them, for a permanent ceasefire, for accountability, and for whatever justice can be achieved, even if it seems small and pointless. Tell the world what the occupation has done, share the recordings and the updates from people on the ground. No matter how bleak things are, it is always worthwhile to tell the truth and fight for what’s right.

Keep Hind’s mother, grandfather, and surviving relatives, and the families of Yusuf and Ahmed in your hearts.

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Hello, I am Ahmed. I am 22 years old. I study medical equipment engineering at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, which was recently destroyed due to the difficult and terrible war that Gaza City is going through.

I had one year left to graduate, but the war destroyed everything. I lost my education, my father lost his job and his small shop.

I hope that you will help me and stand by my side in saving me and my family, starting over, completing my education, and building my life and future after it was destroyed.

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"Mnnn..."

Suguru attempted to moan as quietly as possible around the fingers you have pressed into his mouth, desperately grinding his clothed dick against your leg. You smiled in between pressing hickeys into his neck as you held him pressed against one of the empty classroom doors.

"Shhh..." You whispered into his ear. "You don't want anyone hearing us, do you? What would they think, finding Geto Suguru, one of the strongest sorcerers and teachers at Jujutsu High, on the verge of tears just because of a little teasing?" Ignoring the fact that this teasing had been going on for the better part of an hour, you slid your hand around his waist and into the back of his pants, lightly pressing your fingers into his hole through his briefs. Suguru whined and bucked into your hand, desperate for more friction after going so long with no attention to his lower half.

"Whoa there, don't get ahead of yourself. As a teacher I'm sure you know that patience is a virtue, isn't that right Geto-sensei? Bad boys who don't wait their turn don't get rewarded..." Suguru froze, the thought of his suffering being reduced to nothing clearly worrying him. You chuckled at how adorable he was, so scared of not receiving maximum pleasure as soon as possible.

"Such a needy little prince... Don't worry, I'll help you."

You reached down and grabbed him by the thighs, pulling his legs up and around your waist. Suguru wrapped his arms around your neck at your movements, gasping when you suddenly lifted him into the air. You carried him over to the empty teachers desk and laid him on top, leaving a trail of light kisses up his neck. When you sat up to look at him you found Suguru's face a blazing red, obviously embarrassed by your sudden gentleness. You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"My pretty boy, all embarrassed from just a few kisses. If that's enough to get you riled up then how will you feel if I do something... like... this..." As you spoke you slid your hand into his shirt, pushing it up to expose his chest. You slid your hand back down to tease his nipples, pinching and pulling on them as you brought your other hand up to palm his dick through his pants. Suguru quietly whined, grinding his hips up into yours and the hand between them.

"Patience, pretty boy. I still have to prepare you." You slid your fingers into Suguru's mouth, his eyes rolling back as he sucked on them desperately. He whined as you removed them and pressed your index finger against his hole, pushing it in a tad roughly, enough to have him cringe slightly at the pain. You leaned down and pressed a kiss against his temple as an apology before sliding your middle finger in as well, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace.

Up until this point Suguru hadn't said a word out of fear that someone would hear him, but desperation was a strong thing.

He panted out. "If you don't get your dick inside me right now-" He cuts himself off when your fingers get close to that special spot, causing him to throw his head back with a whimper but not without managing to throw a sharp glare your way.

"Haha, sorry love, message received. No more toying around."

In one swift movement you flipped Suguru over so he was facedown on the desk and pushed his pants down to his ankle, pulling your own down enough to free your own member.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips into the shell of his ear.

"You ready pretty boy?" Rhetorical question. Before you even got the words out all the way you had already begun to slide your cock into his hole. You let out a sigh of relief as you bottomed out. Teasing your little prince took a toll on you as well, so you were more than happy to help please him.

"Nghh..." He whined as he felt himself stretch to accommodate your member, your lazy thrusts beginning to pick up the pace. The room began to fill with the wet squelching of skin meeting skin and by God was it driving him insane.

You continued to press kisses and hickeys into his neck in between thrusts, licking and sucking wildly.

"So pretty, my little prince." You thrusted roughly, pace quickening as you reached up to grab Suguru by his hair, causing his back to arch with a whimper of pain. Tears started to trail down his cheeks, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable feeling.

"Please please please please-" He panted. You reached around his waist to grab his cock, causing him to jolt as you wrapped your hand around it. You pumped it firmly, precum coating your hand like lube. He couldn't stand it much longer.

With a deep groan Suguru released into your hand, flopping back down onto the desk with your hand still tangled in his hair. You continued to thrust, uncaring for his steadily growing whimpers signaling hos overstimulation, every thrust hitting his prostate.

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"Sorry love, just a bit more. I know you can do it for me." You stroked his forehead as your thrusts became impossibly rougher.

You leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder in an attempt to suppress your moan of pleasure, your thick cum pouring into Suguru's hole. You gave a few more uncoordinated thrusts before succumbing to your own overstimulation and slowly coming to a stop, grinding into his ass.

You lay on top of him and the two of you lie still as you let your breathing even out, pounding hearts slowing. Suguru is the first to talk.

"You're cleaning up."

You laugh, turning your head to give him a kiss.

"Of course, love." You begin to sit up and slide out of him to go search for some towels before you're stopped by Suguru's hand reaching back and grabbing your arm.

"Not yet though." He slowly rolls himself over, determined to keep you inside.

"After all that teasing..." He trails off, turning red with embarrassment. You look down to see his dick becoming harder by the second. You smile and reposition yourselves.

"Anything for my lovely little prince."

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