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His thoughts are suddenly erratic. He wasn't expecting it. He was just coming here to meet the sisters, serve as a bodyguard. He didn't expect anything, if he were being honest. Feyre is nice. Pretty. Not his type though. Clearly Rhys is obsessed with her. Cassian thinks that they are mates and Azriel suspects the same. Feyre is off limits, even if there was a glimmer of attraction. So why would he think that her sisters would be different.

And then, the door opens and he sees this...perfection.

Exquisite.

Stunning.

And shockingly, horrifyingly...she is just his type. Brown eyes, deep and soulful. A river of golden curls. A soft body, still recovering from starvation, but promising a splendid form.

And human. So human. So very human and fragile and powerless.

Powerless against him, against the dangers of this world.

And how is it possible that she is also wearing his color? No, no. Not just any color. Very much his color. Like she knew. But could she? She'd never seen him before.

And what is he thinking right now?

What if she likes Cassian more? Cassian is handsome and funny. It would only be natural that she'd like Cassian. But also--could they not see how beautiful she is? How breathtaking? She isn't his but he has a strange need to show her off, to have them acknowledge just how spectacular she is. But also, she is his. He doesn't want anyone's eyes on her, but his.

What is he to do?

Her eyes dip to his hands and he cringes inwardly.

There it is. The moment of judgement.

But it doesn't come.

Just a swish of her cobalt dress on the parquet floor.

He watches her. He follows her.

He thinks that he could follow her for the rest of his life.

He follows the whisper of the cobalt dress, not knowing where the path would take him, but needing to find out.

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.

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

Azriel: Hold on, I'm asking my High Lady

Rhys: Wait—

Azriel: Feyre says I can

For me as an Elriel, if for some reason Elain and Az don’t end up together, I can hang my hat on 4 books of interactions, associations and build up. I can also point to multiple articles from reputable sources leading the conversation about Elain and Azriel. Both canon and marketing support believing in Elriel.

The antis have half of ONE bonus chapter (that also confirms Azriel is down bad for Elain). And the only articles they can prop up are opinion pieces where authors openly state that their theories are based on what they want to happen.

The writing is on the wall at this point, but at least Elriels can say, Az and Elain openly liked each other in the books and have plenty of build up, which is why we ship them. Article agreeing with us are just further confirmation. We follow logic. Antis have to clutch onto two words and what the words could potentially mean based on their own biased interpretation. Antis follow feelings.

Sorry but that’s just not the way books are written. The plot of this story was decided years ago. The couples may have shifted at first but have been solidly set since book 2. This is happening, Elain Archeron is coming and she is bringing her favorite bat boy along with her.

But at the same time, Elain knew why he had moved to the HOW and why he hadn’t come at dinners.

They know each other perfectly and come to understandings without even communicating

She knew why he had been avoiding dinners but she didn’t say anything

She knew why he hadn’t given his gift to her in front of everyone, but she didn’t say anything

He knew she had lied about forgetting to put his gift with the other, but he didn’t say anything

He knew why she hadn’t gifted anything to her mate, but he didn’t say anything