Burning Monster.
burning monster.
What of the tree,
That stands between Time and Death,
However, where our lives had begun,
Had also been where you came to rest.
Battle had worn you thin,
Broken seams and dirty limbs,
The golden crown that sits atop your head,
Rusted brown with soil and ash,
The loud thundering destruction,
Of a home you had never forgotten,
One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,
My father stares into your eyes,
He knew, and I knew,
You'd miss me, I knew.
I had to leave,
I had to leave,
I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,
This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,
I must cut the voice that yelled,
At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,
Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,
And rest my conscious six feet underground,
Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and
burning gunpowder,
In a resting chamber that tormented me for
Days, weeks, hours,
The button clicks like a final realization,
The sun has set at a new chapter,
Singed at the page corners,
And now a new world without the burning monster,
Myself,
Only myself,
The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,
What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,
And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,
And a father that blames this death on everyone,
But himself.
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What used to be golden and anew...
...burst into fading light, and followed the Moon.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would want never to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
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What Strength Really Means 💪
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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. 💔
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Two brothers despair upon damp grass, and the beating sun against the blue canvas, the older cradles the younger in his arms, who happens to look lifeless in his hold, such a sunny day for such a bloody sight, the world never did halt for them, not when they needed it to, not when they wanted it to. Crimson pools beneath their knees, and the older brother screams his voice hoarse, he sobs out "Please...please come back... I'msorryI'msorryI'msofuckingsorryI'MSORRY!"
No matter how loud he yells, his little brother wouldn't say a word, still limp in his destructive hands, still not the bright sun he was just moments before. The cost of his competitive nature has caught up to him twice, he prays to at least his mother that there will never be a thrice (and he throws in a fleeing wish that if his little kid brother doesn't make it, she would take care of him, she certainly could better than he could have ever done.)
It has forced him to pay the price, and the price came in the form of the second possible death he has caused, out of the very few deaths he has been the cause of, why only his right-hand men? Long overdue apologies fall on unhearing ears, he wishes he did not have the cowardice he had.
Now the sun has burnt out.
Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza
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In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.
Life Before the War: Memories of a Beautiful Home
Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.
The Loss of My Professional Dream and Life After the War
And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.
War's Toll on My Dreams and Future
The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.
Displacement and Uncertainty After the War
Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.
Rebuild Hope: A Call to Stand with Us
We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.
👉 https://gofund.me/e9f9ce20
Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.
With deepest gratitude,
Dr. Farhat's Family
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hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.
unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.
this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!
if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.
anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.
(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)
Paradise/Cityscape
All that is passed,
And all that is due
Wander in fields of flowers,
One big tree in the midst of the pasture
Lowly hanging golden fruits,
Knowledge bestowed with every bitten
Sweet at first bite, bitter as an afterthought,
I pace beneath it's sturdy branches and it's
swaying, shining leaves.
This is what paradise would feel,
But I am not dead.
I am dead to the world, the world was dead to me
This fantasy is speaking to me,
with no sound,
Regardless, I am always astonished,
the pretty view of Paradise.
Alas, Paradise never lasts,
The curtain opens
and I lay under sheets,
Formality reeks in this room, of something man-made and broken and repaired, and put back together again,
and beyond my window
Is turgid, overwhelming, and polluted,
Cityscape.
