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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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Is it too early in his creation for me to start asking him stuff like hugs?

Emperor Eclipse, but Digital ✨ ( finally )

They’re a tall, fluffy, pretty, asshole.

interaction with Orange bonus

Dick: Hey, Jas- why the hell are you wearing a bucket hat indoors?

Jason, who wanted to copy his big brother's mullet but accidentally lopped too much hair off: Hey, bucket hats are cool, okay?!

Dick: Alright...?

*4 Years Later*

Jason: 'Sup, Ti- why are you wearing a hat indoors?

Tim, who thought Jason's white stripe was cool and tried to imitate it but accidentally bleached way too much hair: Hats are really cool, Jason

Jason: *realises* oh. Oh my god...

*2 Years Later*

Tim: Hey, brat, did you- uh, why are you wearing a hat at dinner?

Damian, who secretly thinks Tim's eyebrow notch is cool and tried to copy it but accidentally shaved off half an eyebrow: Because hats are cool, idiot

Tim: *softly* oh. I get it now...

The war here in Gaza has been going on for too long, the siege has intensified, the bombing has intensified, and with food running out, the price of flour has reached $500, which is unacceptable. The price of my injectable medication has reached $650. Please, the situation here is very difficult, and my pregnancy is very dangerous. I must continue taking the injections until the end of my pregnancy. Please, this is my first child. Help me. You are my hope. Don't leave me alone, please😭😭. Donate so I can buy food and injections. I have only raised $2,500 out of a $10,000 goal. Please continue donating.🥹

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Donate to Help Inas to succeed & overcome high risk pregnancy in Gaza, organized by Amanda Marsh

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Tim in pain and grieving his fathers passing summons the ghost king

He only wants one last talk, only one

He cries when the first few tries don't work but then, finally, it works the ghost king looks young but Tim sobs through his request, ready to give up everything

And Danny? He doesn't know how to tell this grieving boy that his father didn't turn into a ghost, his soul is already fading to the place where his wife is, not because his love for her was overly strong but because his love for his son was weak

He slowly sinks down to the boy, Tim, something whispers to him

"You cannot talk to him"

Tim looks up, tears streaming down his face, he clawed at the other, choking out his question

"Because his soul left, he wanted to leave, there was no emotion strong enough to keep him as a ghost and I cannot let you talk to a soul"

Technically, Danny can, but its a self appointed rule of his not to

Tim sobs, throat raw, he chokes on his tears and doesn't fight when the king pulls him in a cold but gentle embrace

"Of course, of course he leaves me"

Danny let's the boy cry and cling to him, muttering soft words to him and holding him

Eventually his form flickers and the boy shrieks, clawing in desperation, cries of "don't leave me! I don't want to be alone" echoing through the warehouse

So Danny doesn't, he picks Tim up and takes him with him, vanishing to his ghostly realm where he would take care of the boy while he grieves

Only moments later Batman appears, only to find a book about summoning the dead king and sacrifices, he falls to the floor, realizing he has failed another robin, another son