Hello,,

My name is Fatima Alanqar, I am 30 years old, and my husband Bilal Dader is 33. We are parents to five children: Yazan (12), Fadl (11), Zina (10), Rajaa (7), and our baby girl Basma, who is just a year and a half old.

My lovely family

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We live in Tal AlHawa, Gaza. In the early days of the war, we were forced to flee our home after it was completely destroyed by occupation forces with fire and missiles. Our car was also burned down to a heap of metal, and all our clothes were burned too. We have been displaced 17 times, each time escaping death by a miracle. We walked long distances on foot with our children who struggled to keep up, driven by fear to escape danger.

After years of effort and construction for our house, then one day and one night everything vanished

My children's mental health has been shattered. They have suffered immensely from fear, displacement, and homelessness, with barely enough food and water to feed a small cat. They have endured carrying water over long distances throughout the day, surrounded by destruction, rockets, and shrapnel. They were deprived of continuing their education, despite being top students.

One of those times when we had to sleep in our previously destroyed house, a missile landed on us and, by God’s grace, it did not explode.

My children have been deprived of the food they love and need for their bodies and minds to grow, enduring constant fear and terror day and night for 10 months without any peace or rest. We also contracted many diseases, including hepatitis and skin infections due to the lack of water and hygiene supplies in overcrowded shelters and sometimes in our destroyed home :( . We were also forced to stay completely still for periods ranging from 3 to 7 days due to the ongoing siege, drinking contaminated water out of fear of the tanks around us.

Our car was not spared from the bombing either

The children's rooms were completely burned...

Some members of my family were martyred, and others were injured. Fear, crying, and sadness fill the place.

We once had all the comforts and basic tools for a decent life, but now we have lost everything. We cook our food over open fires despite the exhaustion and heat, and we barely manage to get flour, water, and firewood. Yet we remain resilient in northern Gaza despite the bombing, hunger, and severe shortages of water, medicine, and necessary supplies.

And now, that's all we have

I was even forced to wean my year-and-a-half-old daughter due to the lack of milk :( .

We are displaced and homeless, continuously moving from one place to another until this dreadful war ends.

My heart breaks for her.... :

We are in desperate need of your help. We invite you to contribute to this fund to save my family and provide us with a safe shelter, food, water, and healthcare for all of us. Please share our story with your friends and family to raise awareness and support. Your words and prayers give us the strength to endure these difficult circumstances.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference in our lives. We rely on your support and standing by us during this tough time. Together, we can restore hope and safety for Fatima and her family.

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With deepest gratitude from your faithful friend,

Fatima and Family

His Girl.

★Hobie Brown x Mtf!reader <3

☆You're feeling insecure of something you know you can't get rid of any time soon. At least Hobie would never mind.

★ ; Angst, misgendering mentioned, descriptions of crying, pre-bottom surgery, fluff.

☆ Transphobia = Blocked 849 words.

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You look at the woman in the mirror you’ve worked so hard to maintain, making you feel like you inside. After years of taking hormone therapy to kill off the misplaced testosterone and replace them with as much estrogen you could.

Little bitties grew, thinner hairs to shave, and finally being the girl you’ve known you were ever since you saw your friends wear dresses, Hardly anyone could tell; You’re always told ‘You don’t look trans?’ as if trans girls looked any different from the ones assigned as such at birth.

All was good except for one thing.

One thing that could have been good if you were cis.

Of course it's convenient whenever you and your boyfriend, Hobie, are having intimacy, but beyond that: It’s difficult to try and tuck every hour of the day spent in public and you can only dream of wearing thin dresses without that incorrectly positioned dick.

Except you had found a summer dress at a thrift shop while on a date with Hobie and bought it because of it’s cutthroat price and at how it would seem to hug your body perfectly once its being worn, the color would be breathtaking against your skin and ‘on the floor of my bedroom’ as Hobie put it.

That impulsive buy ended up having its repercussions, you were in the bathroom and you almost felt like you were gonna cry.

It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, You tried it on when you were buying it, But you were tucked then. Usually when you re-enter the comfort of your own home you get comfortable on the couch or in bed and quit worrying about being tucked or not.

But promptly forgetting about it, your default of having your sex free in the confines of your underwear. That bulge peeking through the soft fabric which made you frown, whining with your hands over your face with frustration.

It’s so hard to try and be as womanly as possible, if it’s not hormones it’s the clothing. If it isn’t clothing, It’s the people and homophobes. If it isn't any that bullshit; It’s the one thing you’re fully stuck with until you can afford the surgery.

Your body.

Hobie had heard the whines from the other side of the door and soon began knocking on it. “Sweethear’?” He asked as the door opened slowly, being greeted by you quickly wiping your eyes free of the fallen tears.

“Hey hey hey..” He said with his voice being gentle and soft as if speaking to a baby, his hands moving towards you to pull them away from your face, soon wiping your tears himself. “What’s wrong?”

You frowned more as you looked up at him, you felt your throat grow an unforgiving lump, and not wanting to talk because you knew your voice would crack with your words.

“The dress doesn’t look good on me..” You mumbled after being able to find your voice, looking down at the dress adorning your frame and straightening it out by your hips to express what you mean.

“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful..” he responded softly as he looked down at you and your body with his eyes gazed at you as if you were the only woman in town, in the city, at all.

“The dress is too thin- and I’ll have to always be tucked and it’s annoying how I’m literally just a girl but born in the wrong body.” You cried, to which hobie wrapped his arms around you with one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Shh.. Shh.. You’re alrigh’, You’re going to be fine. Soon you’ll have the surgery, soon you wouldn’ even recognize the boy that was once there.” He tried to reassure before you cut him off.

“Soon! I don’t care about soon I need Now, I don’t want to have to wait-”

“Exactly, You’re stuck like this. Things may look bad but look on the brighter side. You have me that will support you along the way, You have the access to hormones and you have something to look forward to. I bet this day in two years will breeze on and by then the only thing about you that wouldn’t be accommodated to the girl you are is a letter in a birth certificate.”

You felt yourself get less tense at his words and melt a bit more into his comforting touch and his words soothing your ears to your brain.

Once the atmosphere calmed down, Hobie kissed the top of your head and leaned over a little more in order to whisper in your ear, “Besides, we can have so much fun in said two years.”

You roll your eyes playfully and soon feel his lips close over yours, and your beating heart pumping downwards in a familiar way. And he slowly eases you against the bathroom sink and hands lowering to the ends of your dress just below your hips, and his voice a low raspy siren call.

“Lemme show you how much fun I can ‘ave wit’ my girl..”

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Stopping right before the smut because feminism or something (/j)

I'm not a trans woman so I'm sorry if I got anything bad or wrong! Commissions = open

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peter and dina aint tryna get on Charles's bad sid like you did erik if peter joins team rocket THEN he can start beating 10 year olds

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weebwholovesuchihasasuke

10 months ago

Dina nodded with a smirk at the confirmation that she was right, she wondered if this is how her father felt about his own close friendships with mystique and the professor. She glad that he thinks so highly of kurt like she does.

She beamed at the mentioned of dessert "Yes! Also Peter just uses that whole 'magneto's my dad' thing when Wolverine catches him smoking weed in the single use bathroom" she explained while packing up her leftovers a manifest box and quickly finishing her drink then putting all her dishes together on the plate so that it's easier for the waiter.

" I think the hairy bastard just let's him go not wanting to risk getting his fancy mental bones confiscated " she laughs while looking through the dessert section of the menu "they have moist honey cake here, I've never tried it before but I know it's enjoyed during the jewish new year, they also have different types of baklava and pudding" she said

"I can pay for our desserts since you bought dinner" she offered leaving no other choice in her tone. And when the waiter came over to take their dishes and ask if they wanted anything else dina replied "I'll have the knafeh, what about you baba?" she then looked at erik.

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"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.

He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."

He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"

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weebwholovesuchihasasuke

11 months ago

sharing is caring - hobie brown

instead of seeing hobie as the possessive type, i imagine him to be the type to show you off

consistently claiming that a pretty peng ting like you deserves to be showcased any and everywhere

and that starts with his friends

it starts with him pulling you backstage to meet his other band mates, all very fine darkskin men who seem to adore you although you never met

one of them pulls you to sit next to him on the couch, that smells closest to weed and alcohol, and makes sure he pulls you close

another sits beside you and puts his hand on your knee, making you feel somewhat comforted, unsure prior to meeting them that they would like you

it becomes a little more heated when you’ve been pulled, inch by inch, onto the fifth and final bandmates lap, realizing that a circle’s being formed around you, effectively trapping you in

at some point, you realize what’s happening when the hand that was previously on your knee has been moved to your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your cunt that’s getting wetter upon your realization

you look to hobie who’s sitting in front of you, who’s already staring at you and you realize that all conversation has stopped in trade of staring at the two of you

“if you want it to stop just say the word and everything gets shut down, understand?” hobie says, now on his knees in front you

the meeting ends with the memories of someone’s cock down your throat, taking it the way you would hobies, who’s arguably larger than the one that’s cumming down your throat for the second time

the meeting ends with you bent over that same couch, going boderline stupid with how deep they were in your pussy, making wet noises that paired with a puddle underneath you from when hobie was sucking on your clit and made you squirt (to losen you up in his words)

it, finally, ends with hobie wiping cum off your face, from when two of his bandmates stood over you and told you to open that “pretty mouth” and seconds later, was told to close it and swallow everything that actually made it into your mouth

and later that night when your reminiscing about how they helped you to your feet and back into your clothes with a kiss to your head (and if they could sneak it, one to your lips) you wondered if next time, you could convince them to fill you up the way you mentioned to hobie when the idea first came to mind

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weebwholovesuchihasasuke

9 months ago