Calmkore

South of Cerebellum

Down near the coastal part of NC, one long winding backroad connects a small catholic church community from wooded seclusion to civilization.

Samantha, a young town girl, along with her remaining family are forced to take refuge in the churches low income housing program following the deaths of her mother and sister. Theres little to smile about and she’s grown pessimistic with being overlooked amidst the chaos of caring for her young brother and drunk father.

Despite this, she manages to find solace in the form of a friend.

Christian, someone who’s walked the church grounds for the majority of their life. The priests kid, quiet from being surrounded with books and bibles, quieter about the place that came before that.

But what a riot they are with Sam.

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.

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