My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.

Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.

Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.

I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.

Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.

📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.

Microapartments in Neotokyo

Hey everyone! So first the good news: I'm not dead! The bad news? I'm still ill. 8'''3

As many of you know, I have been sick for a few years now. Like… really sick. No, I don't have the plague, but you'd think I did from how awful it has been.

It got so bad that I had to undergo ECT (electroconvulsive therapy), which is a big deal. So now I'm healing from that too. But I am happy to announce that the treatment has changed my life for the better.

So while I'm still struggling, this is the closest I've felt to myself in a long time. I'm not able to properly create the way I want to just yet, but I'm getting closer to it every day. This will include all of my projects, which I have missed beyond words.

It will not be the big projects or commissions just yet, but I'd love to start posting again, even if it's by starting small.