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.
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.
Hi, my name is Mosab, and I just want to take a moment to say thank you. Your kindness, your generosity, and your willingness to listen have meant more to me and my family than I can ever express.
When I first shared my story, I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared, exhausted, and uncertain if anyone would care. But you did. You showed up. And because of you, hope feels a little less distant today.
With your support, we’ve been able to find small moments of relief in the midst of overwhelming hardship. Every donation, every share, and every kind message has given us the strength to keep going.
But our struggle isn’t over. Every day, we are reminded of what we’ve lost and the challenges that still lie ahead.
🏠 Still Searching for Stability: We are doing everything we can to secure a safe and steady future. 😢 The Pain of Loss Never Fades: The absence of 25 loved ones weighs heavily on us every day. 💔 Dreams Still on Hold: Survival takes all our strength, but we still believe in rebuilding.
Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
💛 A $10 donation may seem small, but to us, it’s a lifeline. 💛 A reblog can help us reach someone who can support us.
If you can’t donate, just sharing this post helps more than you know. Every share is another chance for someone to see our story, to care, and to help.
Your support isn’t just about donations—it’s about reminding us that we are not forgotten. That there is still kindness in the world. That even in the darkest times, there are people who care.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for helping us get this far. You are part of our story now.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and Family ❤️
The Double standards , The ugliness and filth of this world , The vilest human era throughout the universe
I also have a lot of fanfic stories. Some of these I have started posting on AO3 (I just go by GoatinaCoat over there) and all of them are basically me sticking ocs into these universes and making shenanigans happen.
These are just all my long running fics I have planned. I do some shorter stuff which I won’t be counting on this list.
Grimm: New Blood: This is a Grimm sequel fic which follows the kids of the main cast as well as some ocs. It mainly follows Kelly and Hazel (one of the triplets) as detectives who like Nick and Hank before them have to solve wesen related cases. Old enemies are stirring though, looking for vengeance.
Was it all worth it?: A Star Wars oc fic. It follows Ceran Ormara from his life as a padawan through the Clone Wars and during the time of the Empire.
The Stars are Home: A Star Trek fic which starts by following Seren and Akoli, a half vulcan and klingon, during the 27th Century. The pair become unlikely friends and it follows their lives, through the joy and pain.
Hopes and Dreams au: My take on the characters of DC. It’s a combination of a lot of different canons, and some of my own ideas.
Bats of Gotham: The Batman story of the Hopes and Dreams au. Part 1 follows Bruce as he adopts Dick Grayson and while figuring out how to be a father, he has to figure out the identity of the villain known as Scarecrow.
Legendary Ties: A pokemon au story where it’s revealed certain people are connected to legendary pokemon which is why they are able to save the world. Cody is a pokemon ranger who at one time helped defeat Team Plasma, but his life takes a turn when Team Fable comes after him and the others connected to the Legendary pokemon.
Unamed Digimon story: Milly only trusts 2 people: her dad and her partner digimon, Dorumon. When the fact she’s a tamer gets revealed, she begrudgingly ends up working with Ray and Alex and their partner digimon Fanbeemon and Liollmon.
Unamed Spidersona story: Sawyer is the vigilante known as Orange Spider. They actually study arachnids, specialising in scorpions (yes they are annoyed they got spider powers) and while not working in a lab they patrol the streets of New York. They are trying to figure out the cause of the fire that killed their grandfather, while making sure no one has to suffer like they did.
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.
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.
My name is Musab. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I’m one of the survivors of the war here, and in a moment, I lost everything — my home, my safety, and my community. 🏚️💔
I’m a father to three young daughters: twin girls, Alaa and Lama, who are 4 years old, and my eldest, Lina, who is 6. 👧👧👧 Lama had to undergo surgery after being injured in an airstrike — she now has metal plates in her arm. We don't even have bread to eat, and when we do find it, the prices are impossibly high. 🍞❌💸
The war has turned Gaza into rubble. Everything is destroyed. No safety. No stability. No hope. 🕊️💣🏚️ Food and clean water have become luxuries. Hospitals are overwhelmed, and medicine is nearly nonexistent. 🚫💊🚑
I am also injured — my shoulder was severely damaged, and I had surgery, but I still need a second operation. The pain is constant, but the greatest pain is seeing my children hungry and afraid. 🤕❤️🩹😢
Escaping Gaza is my only hope, but I can’t do it alone. The cost of evacuation is overwhelming, and I simply can’t afford it. I write to you now with hope that my words will reach a compassionate heart. 🙏🌍
I’m not asking for much — just a chance at life for me and my children. A chance to escape fear and destruction, and to begin again in a safe place. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference. And if you can’t donate, please share my story. It may reach someone who can help. 🕊️💖📢
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
🚨I have a lot of dreams to achieve ,but the war begun , and everything gone🚨
I'm Omar from Gaza, 20 years old.
I had many goals for this new year. I was going to achieve my ambitions and succeed, but the war on Gaza stopped me from all these things I hoped for.
While students around the world go to universities and achieve their dreams and aspirations, I'm stuck because of the war.
I don't know what to do, I can't find joy.
Everything was destroyed, and my university was ruined.
I'm a diligent student, and I hope you can help me and spread my campaign as soon as possible to save my life and continue my education.
Your donation and support will make a big difference in my life. Thank you.
Things that should be accepted in the autism community that isn’t currently acceptable or talked about enough or talked about as gross.
Being nonverbal (as in can’t talk at all permanently)
Having caretakers
Having other people do ADLs for you. Especially bathing and toileting.
Being talked to in simplified language
Being dirty
Drooling
Chewing on things
Stimming violently and loudly
Hitting yourself
Vocal stimming loudly
Being higher support needs
Being higher support needs and a POC
Being intellectually disabled with autism
And so much more. I shout-out anyone who are these things or do these things. You are amazing.
The amount of times I have gone “Huh, it would be fun if this were canon” and then I remember that I made the story. I can make canon whatever I want and no one can stop me.
Sometimes I'll make a headcanon for a character and then remember that it's my character so it's just canon
🚨🚨We don't want to lose our little boy!!!
Because of the war, our son is suffering from a chest crisis and shortness of breath, and unfortunately he can't breathe normally 😭 Your donation is our last hope to save our little boy. 🙏🥹
Please support me and donate to save our little boy.🙏
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Link to donate is HERE ! 🍉 Vetted by 90-ghost as mentioned above.🇵🇸 At the time I'm writing they're currently at €7,620 / €10,000.
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