🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
panic! at the discgirls. no but srsly imagine it.
I've really been in the writing mood as of late, which is odd because I never actually sit down to write as of late, lol.
I'm working on the second chapter of my Peter Pan fic, and on four other things at the same time. It wouldn't be a June project without me diverging from it and working on seven other things at the same time. I should really stop doing this to myself...
My very first fic shall have a chapter up by tomorrow! Now, it doesn't have a title just yet, but it's known as my "Peter Pan inspired panic fic" or maybe au? I believe that's the correct word?
I will post more information about it once the first chapter is finished! I don't want to spoil anything just yet ;)
i drew afycso stickers🦭
sixties but in the 2000's emo pretty odd beatles revival kind of way
I tried to be a real man (at least as much of a real man I could achieve , lol) and fix my doorknob all by myself because it wasn't closing properly and the wind from having my windows kept opening it, and you would not believe the journey I went on.
I ran up and down the stairs trying to find a screwdriver, then I had to go into my very creepy crawl space that I swore I would never explore (that place is creepier than my basement and is so small that someone as short as me has to crouch down to even fit in there. I was folded in half the entire time I was walking and I refused to crawl on my knees so I had squat the entire time I was searching for the damned drill), and after all of that I kept running up and down the stairs because I kept needing something (more drill bits, a cloth to clean it because it was rusted to all hell, and some pliers to fix the spring). In the end I did fix it, for the most part. The spring is bound to snap soon, but it's from 1910, it was bound to break eventually.
Long story short, I can figure out how to fix things, but it takes me twice as long because I never know where anything is.
𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮…