I like to imagine that vampires look like this if you yank them away from your neck while they are drinking
Hello, I am Ghada from Gaza and I am displaced to Deir al-Balah, specifically in the middle of the Strip. 🍉🍉
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Stuff my people offered to me
Spicy dumplings
Meat
Milk
Honey
Fruits like mangos, raspberries, pomegranates
Teeth (theirs of their deceased loved ones)
Small bones of their deceased loved ones
blood
Their hardships
Aligator meat dishes
Woven fabrics
Gold
Long hours of sitting by my candles (like ones that are dedicated to me)
Jewelry
Dances
Feasts
Overall a holiday called "Ashava" or something very similar which is similar to Passover but also a bit connected to the creation of my ppl. Think of it as a long summer holiday where people fast all day before and do a big feast with their neighbours at midnight. Lots of spicy dishes, dances, and overall drinks
Wine, or other alcohol
Yeah thanks for coming to my tedtalk. I think writing my memories out helps me remember them a bit.
oh boys with grabable hips. thats the post
Other people feeling uncomfortable should not be a requirement for you to feel comfortable.
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.
Saw this on Reddit, if this helps anyone (credit to OP)
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