I think I did~

After seeing the chemistry the main actors have had with other actors I think that their chemistry screen test was either nonexistent or they hired them purely based on their popularity and acting talent and face cards. I can’t say I find their relationship something I care about.

Still, this drama feels like a trend I must watch and also I do care about the storyline and the characters enough to want to know how it ends without skipping much of the plot but I won’t rewatch it, I think. I might, on the other hand, rewatch Lovely Runner after this just to feel the joy of a well-told story and insane romantic and narrative chemistry ( even if not sexual)

What you’re about to read isn’t a story it’s what remains after a home, a street, and a future are taken away !!

Sorry for the mentions @ ,this isn’t spam, sharing this so it can reach more people🥺💔💔💔

Hello everyone 🙏

We are Anas’s family, and this is our story from Gaza.

I never imagined I would be writing something like this, or sharing pieces of our life this way, but here we are. As you can see in the photos and videos I’m sharing, everything around us has changed. The place we once called home no longer exists. We lost our house, our land, and the life we spent years building, piece by piece, with memories that can never be replaced.

Today, we live in a tent. This thin fabric is all that separates us from the cold nights, the heat during the day, and the constant fear that never really leaves. Privacy is gone, comfort is gone, and safety feels like a distant memory. Every morning starts with the same question: how will we get through today?

Simple things that once felt normal are now daily struggles. Cooking means lighting firewood, breathing in smoke, and hoping we can find enough food to last. There is no electricity, no gas, no certainty. Just survival, one meal at a time.

Inside the tent, everything is cramped. This is where we sleep, rest, and try to feel human again. There is no silence here, only the sounds of drones, explosions, and the weight of uncertainty. Nights are the hardest. Fear gets louder when the world goes quiet.

The war did not stop. It is still happening, every single day. The sky fills with smoke, the ground shakes, and we are reminded again and again that nothing here is stable. Each explosion feels closer than the last, and every moment carries the possibility of losing even more.

This video shows our street. Every house you see destroyed once held families, stories, laughter, and dreams. This is where we grew up, where we knew every corner and every neighbor. Now it’s all rubble. Walking through it feels unreal, like moving through a memory that’s been violently erased.

If you’re able to help, you can donate through this link 👇👇

Asking for help is not easy. It’s humbling and painful. But the truth is, we cannot do this alone. We are trying to survive with dignity in conditions no one should ever have to endure.

If you are able, please consider donating through the link at the end of this post. We are close to reaching our second goal, and every contribution truly makes a difference.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as important. It helps our voices reach beyond Gaza, beyond the silence.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Thank you for caring.

Here is the essay I recommend reading it it’s so good.