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I don't know what I should do. We haven't received any donations for two days and now we are in dire need of any donation. We must repair our tent before the rains come and we must buy winter clothes. Also, food is what worries me the most because it is consumed the largest share of our collected donations.

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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.

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Imagine him the next day, dropping at the Potters’ place to give Harry his treats for Halloween only to find the house blown up. Imagine his fright which didn’t let him go inside to find the bodies of his brother and sister-in-law and godson. Imagine him sinking to the ground breaking apart.

Imagine him staring wide eyed at Hagrid who went into the rubble to find Harry. Imagine his tiny ray of joy when he saw his godson alive and a little bit of James and Lily alive in him. Imagine him finally stepping up from the ground to offer his love and care for his son. Imagine the sheer hurt of the man who had lost everything being denied the right to raise his godson. Imagine him hastily wiping his tears when Hagrid asks for his bike, eager to be of some help.

Imagine him breaking down again when Hagrid took Harry away. Imagine him putting two and two together and imagine him resolving to avenge the murders of the people lying lifeless inside the dilapidated house.

Imagine him confronting Peter in a state of mania after he learns that the rat is blaming him for betraying his family. Imagine him rattled for a second as Peter blows up that street and imagine him laughing because his tears have dried up. Imagine him not even trying to defend himself as he is taken to Azkaban.

Imagine him being cold and alone and devastated with no one even to hear the truth much less ask for it. Imagine him losing his good and happy memories. Imagine his happiness seeping away until it was all gone with revenge taking it’s place.

Imagine his surprise when he sees the rat in a newspaper. Imagine him gathering all his strength and breaking out of the prison.

Imagine him making a detour just to get a glimpse of his godson. Imagine his heartbreak when he sees his godson running away from home, clearly not ecstatic about his living arrangements. Imagine him thinking that this might be a start for both of them. Imagine him making eye contact with his godson, first time in forever, only to see him back away and getting nearly killed by The Knight Bus.

Imagine him meeting Crookshanks, who recognises him instantly and becomes his friend.

Imagine him seeing Harry play Quidditch. Imagine his hurt that James wasn’t there to see it. Imagine his godson who looked so much like James trying to kill him. Imagine his only true friend alive thinking that he was at fault. Imagine things finally resolving themselves and imagine him asking Harry to take him in. Imagine him thinking that he would doing what James did for him. Imagine Harry’s desperate assent and imagine Sirius’s ecstasy that everything would be finally fine.

Imagine not being able to get his happy ending despite being so close to it. Imagine running away, still as a criminal, as a murderer in everyone’s eyes. Imagine him eating rats just to be closer to his godson. Imagine being confined in yet another prison from where he can’t escape. Imagine living in a place where each step makes you remember that you weren’t loved or even valued. Imagine him alone, stepping carelessly up the stairs and knocking the umbrella stand over only to hear his mother cursing him. Imagine being reminded every moment that his happy ending was still very far away. Imagine him remembering what what their school years were like and imagine him understanding that Harry needs to know what is really happening. Imagine being reproached for treating Harry as someone worthy of joining the Order. Imagine him seeing every bit of James and Lily in Harry, knowing that Harry would join the fight either way but deciding to equip him with as much of knowledge as possible.

Imagine Harry peeking through the fireplace to ask something about James. Imagine him reminiscing. Imagine him staying in Buckbeak’s room, talking with Hippogriff because he didn’t have anyone else.

Imagine him coming down to the kitchen to see Kreacher appearing happy and humming a song. Imagine his suspicion and imagine him asking the house elf various direct and precise questions. Imagine being revealed that his hope, his everything had walked right into Voldemort’s trap. Imagine him jumping right into action.

Imagine him fighting, excited to finally be of some use. Imagine him feeling so alive with his wand in his hand that he barely noticed what room he was in. Imagine him fighting with the cousin with whom many childhood memories are connected. Imagine him having fun, actual fun, after almost fifteen years. Imagine him suddenly being hit by red light of a stunning charm. Imagine that he would have lived if he would not have fallen through the veil. Imagine him falling through the veil.

Imagine a life which held infinite potential suddenly reducing to nothing. Imagine shattering of all the hopes and dreams one collects throughout their life.

- during seize the day when Jeremy Jordan and Ben Fankhauser run offstage bc they can’t dance

- how during king of new york ben f. is shoved to the back where you cant see him and when you do see him he is very visibly counting along to the music

- SPECS DOES THE WORM ON THE TABLE IN THE BACK NEAR THE END OF KING OF NEW YORK’

- at the end of Watch What Happens (Reprise) when Les says ‘and I gotta date!’ and Davey steals his hat, Jack hits Les with his own hat, Les steals back his hat and promptly hits Jack on the chest with it

- I want to applaud the costume department for giving Katherine’s dress a little hook so she could hook the skirt to her belt for the dance solo

- how Ethan (Les) is also shoved to the back during king of new york

- when Tommy Boy is doing the pirouettes at the end of the song he does the focusing thing where you keep your eyes on one spot as long as you can and then spin your head real quick and get sight of the spot again to avoid getting dizzy and its really cool to watch because you wouldn’t notice unless you knew the trick and the above shot shows that his head is turning much slower than his body

- when jack says ‘keep your shirt on!’ to the kid in front of him just before the world will know and the kid starts pulling at his shirt as if saying something like ‘oh you want me to keep my shirt on, eh? what if I just take it off?’

- the same kid leaping clear to the other side of the stage when Les yells “LET THE MAN WORK IT OUT!”

- at the end of the world will know when they get thrown out of Pulitzer’s office and Davey is lying on the ground holding his hip like an old man

- on a similar note; Les yelling at that guard dude? inspirational? i love one (1) boy??