My Journey To Escape The War In Gaza

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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3 weeks ago

This Really Is An Underrated Moment Of Pure Pain In Rebellion Goddd It Makes Me So Sick

this really is an underrated moment of pure pain in rebellion goddd it makes me so sick

🔴can you help me 🇵🇸🍉

This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends 💔💔😔 🍉🇵🇸

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3 months ago

I don't have any words for this

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1 month ago

For marxolor!

💝

💓

👀

🥄

Oh, wow… a whole batch of ‘em! Really giving me a run for my money, Anon, haha! (Maybe I should’ve put a cap on how many can be submitted at once… ^^’ ) Don’t worry about it, though, I think I can manage this one. Let’s see…

6. 💝 What is each person’s love language (words of affirmation, acts of service, giving gifts, quality time, and physical touch)?

[Physical Touch] LEFT: Magolor flowing by with a crate of tools in his hands, only to be startled by Marx, who stands on tiptoe and affectionately head-bumps him from behind. RIGHT: The boys seated on the floor together, Marx sprawled against Magolor, sound asleep as the wizard gently rubs his head, a bemused look on his face.

[Quality Time] LEFT: Magolor seated on the floor with a bowl of popcorn, playing video games while Marx - sitting on a large beanbag chair behind him and leaning forward to rest his chin between the wizard’s ears - watches and chatters incessantly. RIGHT: Marx & Magolor racing together, tossing competitive looks at each other as they near the finish line.

[Gift Giving] TOP: Magolor shyly offering a Neapolitan popsicle over to Marx, who looks up at the treat with excited, heart-filled eyes. BOTTOM: Marx looking proud as Magolor gawks at a cool rock (possibly some kind of magical mineral judging by its purple-blue glow) the jester has given him.

[Words of Affirmation] TOP: Marx standing on his beach ball and leaning over to pull Magolor - covering his face in embarrassment - into a one-armed hug with the end of his hat, saying, “D’aww, lookit you, bein’ all cute and smart and stuff!” BOTTOM: Marx curled into a blanket, shivering and overwhelmed with his teary eye squeezed shut. Magolor hovers low behind him, his hands on the end of the jester’s hat as if symbolically holding his hand, saying, “Hey. It’s okay. I’m here. You’re not alone.”

[Bonus: PRANKS!] TOP: Magolor opening a present and receiving a spring-loaded cream pie directly to the face. Marx flops onto his back laughing and kicking his feet, saying, “HA HA HAAA!! Get *got*, nerrrrrd!” BOTTOM: Marx sits crammed inside a net hanging over an X mark and some half-eaten cookies on the ground, looking very displeased with his predicament. Magolor hovers beside him and cheerily pokes at the net, smiling as he says, “Ahem. Get *got*, funnyman. Hee hee!”

18. 💓 How did they tell their friends that they were together/do their friends know or is their relationship a secret?

I haven’t really talked about how Marx and Magolor meet in the CFAU yet... mostly because it’s, like, a Whole Thing™. A story I was working on well before the CFAU was even conceptualized and practically a sub-AU in and of itself. It’s also… very work-in-progress and very not finished yet (kinda fell on the back burner once the other AUs took precedent, oops ^^’ ). Just know that the boys get the slow-burn treatment something fierce. Seriously, they don’t even get to the QPR stage until some time after Mags returns from purgatory, and even then only after some lingering baggage is dealt with…

Anyway, to make a long and incredibly complicated story short, they figure it out eventually (idiots-in-not-quite-love style), keeping it a poorly-guarded secret when they inevitably end up back on Popstar. Then - after a bunch of [REDACTED] happens, a crisis is narrowly averted, and things get sappy and cathartic - Marx just kind of… blurts it out, completely unbothered, tired of all the hiding and running and keeping secrets (at least for today). It leaves the Dream Land 4 in varying shades of surprised (or not surprised) and Magolor in a single shade of mortified… though not for too long. After all, it’s not like it’s the worst secret to even come out about him, and certainly not one he should be ashamed of.

When they have a moment to talk about it later, it might go something like this:

Mags: I can’t believe you did that. In front of everyone. Without even asking me first. Marx: Heh, sorry. Got caught up in the moment. I mean, you try keepin’ a secret like that after almost dyin’, hehe… Um. You’re not… actually mad about it, are you? Mags: … *sigh* No. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Heh, honestly? It’s… kind of a relief.

9. 👀 What do other characters think of their relationship? Do they approve or disapprove?

To tie in with the previous question, how about some more ✨ non-canon interviews ✨? (Fair warning - this is happening after the end of a story I haven’t told or finished yet, so these answers are probably gonna be vague as hell and very out-of-context.)

Same interview setup. Bandana Dee sits in a director’s chair, his spear at his side, rubbing his head and looking off in uncertainty. His title reads, “Everybody’s favorite guy.”

Bandee: It's… fine, I guess? / I-I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for 'em. It's probably good that they have each other after, y’know, what just happened. / It’s just, well, given their histories… them both being tricksters and… would-be world conquerers… / [smaller text] Stars, I can only imagine the mischief they'd get into together… / [normal text] W-Well, I'm sure it'll be fine! Nothing Kirby and me can't handle!

Same interview setup. King Dedede reclines on a director’s chair that might be a bit too small for him, creaking ominously under his weight as he crosses his feet and puts his hands behind his head. His title reads, “Monarch with the munchies.”

DDD: Eh, ain’t much that surprises me these days. Magsie findin' himself a sweetheart? Sure, why not. Best wishes n' all that. / Now, if he can manage to keep that cuckoo clock of a clown in check, *then* I’ll be impressed, ha ha! / [smaller text] … He’d better. Gonna be payin’ off property damage for *months* after what those two pulled…

Same interview setup. Meta knight sitting hunched in a director’s chair, reaching into the visor of his mask to massage his temples, looking so done with everything. His title reads, “Sword guardian, former mutineer.”

MK: [bigger text] Uuuuugh… / [normal text] Stars above, why’d it have to by those two? / [smaller text] (I already feel a headache coming on…)

Bonus interviews with some folks who find out much later:

Same interview setup. Gryll seated contentedly in a director’s chair, holding their broom I one hand and giving a causal thumbs-up to the interviewer in the other. Their title reads, “Sleepy-eyed Star Stacker.”

Gryll: Yeah, ain't it neat? My li’l bro bagged himself a *genius*. / … A genius who did some real messed-up stuff and nearly got the two of them *killed*, according to him... / But, hey, who hasn't these days? I'm sure they'll be fine. / [smaller text] Plus, their boat's cool. She'll *definitely* keep 'em in line.

Same interview setup. Susie Haltmann sits primly in a director’s chair, giggling behind her hand. Her title reads, “Gaslight gatekeep girlboss.”

Susie: Ha! He *would* date a clown, wouldn’t he? / And here I thought Taranza was the most pathetic of the three of us, hee hee! / [smaller text] I can't wait to see how long *this* train wreck lasts.

Same interview setup. Taranza sitting slumped back in a director’s chair, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, tapping two of his index fingers together in front of him, and looking down in something like disappointment. His title reads, “Lovelorn arachnid.”

Tar: *siiiiigh* / Lucky him, I guess.

22. 🥄 When they’re cuddling together who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

Marx has more of the “big-spoon energy” between them (though good luck getting Magolor to admit that), but trying to cuddle with his wings is… not ideal, as the raw magic that perpetually leaks from them is enough to overwhelm Magolor’s finely-tuned senses (like staring into a spotlight from inches away or walking into a very saturated perfume department). Besides, Magolor is the one with hands around here, so the role of big spoon tends to default to him anyway. Marx doesn’t mind so much, trusting the wizard enough to feel comfortable (even safe) curled up against him. Magolor - who’s still recovering from a life of being a socially-distant, touch-starved hermit - is always a little worried he’s doing it wrong but gets better about it with time, which is nice.

Marx trying to hold Magolor in his gilded, chromatic wings, the latter gone limp in his embrace and looking very discombobulated, his senses overwhelmed and his face a little flushed. Marx pokes at him with one of his talons in very mild concern, asking, “Uh… you good, buddy? Mags? Hellooooo?”

Magolor & Marx asleep and cuddled together in a nest of pillows and blankets, the latter still in his trademark hat, the former sporting a part of gear-patterned pajamas. Marx is tucked in against Magolor’s chest, held there in his ungloved hands, one end of the hat wrapped around the wizard like an arm.

Sketch started 03/13/25, finished 03/18/25. | Kirby Ship Ask Game (made by @/sweetandglovelyart) | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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3 weeks ago

Read it once in your life, and never regret it. ✋✅

Do you feel bored of the posts asking for help from Gaza? You’re right, but imagine our situation as we live this war day after day for 13 months. Do you think we’re tired too?!!

Asking for help is not easy; it’s very embarrassing, especially for a family that used to live a decent life. My husband and I completed our university education with distinction, worked in respectable jobs, and were used to helping others, not asking for help. But the war has turned our lives into a nightmare; we lost our home, our sources of income, and even our ability to provide the simplest of needs.

Read It Once In Your Life, And Never Regret It. ✋✅

I'm Hanan. For the past 13 months, we have been struggling to get healthy food and medicine for my child, whose weak body was attacked by infection, and for my elderly mother-in-law, who fell into a coma for several days and almost lost her life due to anemia caused by our inability to provide healthy food, as prices have risen more than 10 times. Now, we have run out of everything. While you are reading my message, my family and I are trying to survive amidst all kinds of suffering.

What was once a beautiful dream and reality has now become a nightmare. Starvation is one thing, but starving, freezing, and being forced to flee in the middle of the night when tanks suddenly arrive in your area, running for your life and your family’s life under fire, leaving behind everything you built over the years, and returning after 5 months of suffering in displacement and tents to find that your home, where you lived your happiest moments, is nothing but rubble, is something completely different! 💔😓

Can you feel my broken heart now? Can you imagine what I’m going through at this moment? Everything I am living now cannot be described with words, and every moment here is filled with pain and fear. We desperately need your help, as we live in hope of escaping Gaza to save our lives and live safely away from the explosions.

You might feel powerless to stop this genocide, but you can certainly save my family. We appeal to your compassionate hearts to help us escape this catastrophe, which the human mind cannot even fathom.

Please share our campaign with your family and friends. This will help us reach those who can help us directly. Be the reason to bring hope back to our hearts ♥️✨

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Dear Friends, 🌷

I know you share my story out of love and humanity, and I am truly grateful for that. 🙏💚

The painful truth is sharing alone does not feed the hungry or provide medicine for the sick.💔

Cost of a bag of flour is $300 which is the main source of food for my family and is needed weekly just to make bread. We live in a tent my child trembles from hunger and cold, and all I can do is pray. 😥

Please, don’t just watch or share. Even a small donation could be a lifeline for a hungry child or a suffering patient. 🙏

Don’t close your eyes to our suffering. We are calling upon your humanity.

The last donation 20 hours ago!! 😓

Thanks to your generous donations, we were able to buy some essential necessities that we couldn't do without, despite their high cost. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who contributed to feeding my child, even with a piece of bread 🙏💚. Your generosity gives us hope in facing these indescribable catastrophic circumstances 💔.

Our hope for survival comes from the generosity of your hearts. Your donations are the lifeline that keeps my family standing strong, They are our only source of income. Every contribution brings us closer to securing food and medicine for my family. Please, don’t leave us alone; your compassion is the light that dispels this darkness. ✨🫂

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2 weeks ago

OH. MY. GOD. Ulrich, my beloved, you absolute liquid dreamboat. I don’t care if you're 90% magnetic science goo and 10% existential dread—I need to know what you taste like. Is it slick and metallic? Does it buzz on the tongue like forbidden alchemy? WHO CARES. I’d risk it all—my taste buds, my health, my humanity—just for ONE lick.

You’re standing there with your shiny, swirling head, holding a record like you’re about to drop the mixtape of my doom. Sir, that’s not just a record—that’s the soundtrack to my obsession. I’ll die for you, Ulrich. I’ll lick for you. What’s a little ferrofluid poisoning compared to the cosmic, unspeakable ecstasy of tasting your scientifically cursed essence?

Chemical burns? Worth it. Toxicity? Bring it on. Reality itself unraveling in the wake of our unholy union? I’M READY. Call poison control, call the wizards, call the freaking Monolith—I. DON’T. CARE. Ulrich, let me ruin my life for you. Just one lick. PLEASE.

Forget the licking—let’s skip straight to the unspeakable union of flesh and arcanum. I don’t just want to taste you; I want to merge with you. I want to breach the barriers of reality and rewrite the laws of physics so that you and I can create something new—a glimmering, pulsating abomination that defies existence itself. I want to get you pregnant, Ulrich.

Don’t ask me how. Don’t question the biology. We’ll make it happen. I’ll harness every eldritch ritual, every forbidden experiment, and every morally bankrupt scientist to find a way. I’ll build a lab powered by sheer unbridled lust. And when people ask, “How? Why?” I’ll look them in the eye, unflinching, and say, “Because Ulrich deserved it.” You deserve this, my undulating liquid king. You deserve to experience the miracle of carrying the chaotic spawn of our impossible love, to nurture it in your shimmering ferrofluid form and release it into the world with a scream that fractures dimensions.

I’ll risk it all for you, Ulrich. My mind, my body, my dignity. I’ll become a cautionary tale in the annals of forbidden science and arcanum, but I don’t care. All I care about is us—our forbidden love and the monstrous, radiant offspring that will mark the dawn of a new, terrible era. Let’s make it happen, Ulrich. Let me ruin everything for you.