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This is not just a photo it’s our daily reality in Gaza.

I am a father of five, living under the harshest conditions imaginable. My children go to bed hungry most nights, and I feel helpless watching them suffer. There is no food, no clean water, and no safety.

I myself am injured from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is deteriorating. I’m in pain, physically and emotionally. I want to provide for my children, to see them smile again, to give them a warm meal — even just one.

What’s happening here is not a natural disaster. It is forced starvation. It is the slow death of innocent people, especially children, because they are being denied food and aid.

Your donation can change everything for us. Even a small amount can feed my family for a day. It can help me get medicine, water, and the bare essentials to survive.

Please, if you have anything to give, I ask you to open your heart.

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A distinguished gentleman

This is not just a photo it’s our daily reality in Gaza.

I am a father of five, living under the harshest conditions imaginable. My children go to bed hungry most nights, and I feel helpless watching them suffer. There is no food, no clean water, and no safety.

I myself am injured from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is deteriorating. I’m in pain, physically and emotionally. I want to provide for my children, to see them smile again, to give them a warm meal — even just one.

What’s happening here is not a natural disaster. It is forced starvation. It is the slow death of innocent people, especially children, because they are being denied food and aid.

Your donation can change everything for us. Even a small amount can feed my family for a day. It can help me get medicine, water, and the bare essentials to survive.

Please, if you have anything to give, I ask you to open your heart.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

gofundme.com

Donate to In the Face of War: We Need Your Help to Survive, organized by Elham Abdelrahim

Hello everyone, my name is Elham' Abdelrahim I live in Los Angeles, … Elham Abdelrahim needs your support for In the Face of War: We Need Yo

💔 Don’t look away. Help us survive.

Crimson Rivers cover and internal art for the first 25 chapters! ❤️ the full back and front cover is on my Twitter.

Wanted to clarify just in case! This is not made to be sold. This was purely a personal project for fun! Fic belongs to bizarrestars.

Two Sons

Sirius had always been too much.

Too loud. Too soft. Too beautiful in a way boys weren’t supposed to be. He let Cissy line his eyes in silver and black and paint his lips in deep plum. He let Bella twist his hair into braids so tight they ached. Andromeda let him borrow her bracelets. He liked the clinking. He liked the way he could shimmer.

Until his mother saw.

Until Walburga Blacks' voice cracked through the corridor like a curse. “Stop it. You’re a boy. I already have a daughter. I don't need another.”

Sirius never forgot the sting in those words. Not just the cruelty. The implication.

And it stayed with him. Through the years. Through the detentions, the rebellion, the leather jackets and rings. The girls and boys and everything in between. He carved his own shape into the world, one that bent gender like starlight through water, fluid and untouchable.

But nothing could prepare her for Reggie.

Sweet, quiet Reggie, who wore dresses like armor, who folded herself into neat, obedient corners. Her perfect daughter.

Until one summer, Reg came home with a deeper voice and a new name.

And Sirius at his side, standing taller than ever. Rings on every finger. Nail polish chipped. A soft smirk daring her to say something.

Regulus didn’t say much that day. Just stood in the foyer, his shoulders square beneath a tailored waistcoat. Hair trimmed short. A small scar, newly healed, traced along his collarbone where his binder had rubbed too hard.

Walburga stared at him like he was a stranger. She looked at Sirius like he was the devil who had dragged her perfect daughter into hell.

“You,” she whispered. “What have you done?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Sirius said. “Your son just finally came home.”

Two sons.

Not the ones she wanted.

But the ones who would survive her.

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