Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.

That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨

If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙

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My baby ,Adam, suffers from club foot and will need an urgent surgery. It costs at least $3000 and he will need special boots fitted. This surgery is not possible in Gaza even without the war.

Please help us with any amount of money 🙏🙏🥺

I don't have many because I am a new nurse graduate and need to find a job and to live as anyone. I have a lot of dreams to achieve. I don't want to die or to lose my son or my husband. Please give me your helping hands and don't give up on me and my family. Remember that I depend on you and I trust on you that you will save us.

Please donate with any amount of money and this will greatly and surely make difference

You can donate here

I am Mahmoud Hassan, from the city of Khan Yunis

I am married and 32 years old

I live with my wife, father and mother

My wife had two operations last November and needs treatment and health care, and this is very difficult in light of the difficult circumstances we are living in

We are currently living in a very difficult situation due to the genocidal war. I lost my entire home due to the bombing and destruction of the city of Khan Yunis and I lost my source of income.

I am currently in a tent in Mawasi Khan Yunis

But the situation became very difficult due to the lack of suitable living conditions for me and my family.

My father and mother suffer from chronic diseases and need constant treatment

Help me save my family, get out of Gaza, overcome difficult living conditions, and rebuild my home if possible.

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Hello, my name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become more difficult than I could have ever imagined, and I’m reaching out with hope that someone will hear our story.

The war has taken so much from us—our home, our stability, and, most painfully, 25 of our beloved family members. Their absence is an unimaginable void, and every day is a struggle to survive amidst loss and hardship.

Our Reality Right Now:

💔 Struggling to Stay Afloat: With no stable source of income, even the most basic needs—food, clean water, and shelter—are uncertain. 📚 Dreams Put on Hold: The future we once imagined has been replaced by the daily fight to get through each day. 😢 A Deep Loss That Can’t Be Replaced: The pain of losing 25 loved ones is something no one should have to endure.

An Update on Our Fundraiser

Thanks to the kindness of generous souls, we have raised $809 so far—but we are still far from our goal of $90,000. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing basic necessities and rebuilding our lives.

How You Can Help:

A small donation can make a big impact—even $10 can provide relief in ways you can't imagine.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as valuable. Every share helps us reach someone who might be able to help.

Your kindness gives us hope in the darkest of times. Thank you for standing with us and for reminding us that even in the worst moments, humanity still shines.

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I don’t know how to explain this pain in words. But if you’re reading this, I need you to listen. 25 of my family members are gone. The war didn’t just take their lives—it took our future.

We are still fighting to survive. With no home, no income, and nowhere safe to go, we are asking for your kindness.

💔 $5,000 for the father.

💔 $5,000 for the mother.

💔 $2,500 for Khaled.

💔 $2,500 for Intesar.

📌 The rest will help us hold on to what little we have left.

Even if you can’t donate, just sharing this post is a way to help. Please, don’t scroll past.

💙 Donate here:

Or or via my sister's PayPal

Mohamad has lost so much and now he’s drowning in debt trying to keep his sister and her five kids safe. He needs our help to bring them to safety and start anew.

We’re 25% of the way there (€5,030/€20,000). Every euro counts. Every share matters. Regardless of his name, skin color, or religion—this is about humanity.

Donate & share: Donation Link

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Please, let’s make this happen. 🙏

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percabeth | AU | chapter 2 | 6.3k

-> rated T

-> in which percy comes into annabeth's life, they fall just a little bit in love, and he shows her colors in ways she'd never seen before.

He takes a deep breath, “Home sweet home.” She smiles over at him and follows him through the door. The interior is made up of faded pastels and is covered in a thick layer of memories. There are marker lines of Percy and Estelle’s heights on the entrance to the hallway and handprints in blue and purple. Mismatched picture frames cover the walls and the end tables, and old polaroids hang on the fridge underneath a collection of magnets. This is a test, she thinks. Maybe one created by herself, but a test nonetheless. He’s opening up to her by bringing her here, to this home, exposing himself in a way he maybe hasn’t done before.