I Am Alive. That Is All.

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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does it hurt to not scroll?

yes, yes it does.

how? in what sense? can you die from it?

i stabbed a book with a bleeding pen. it's ink splattered on my clothes.

i tore the pages with the sharp tip of the writing tool and cut through letters i once wrote.

i tore off a page filled with senseless shit and burned it in the daylight.

the burning flame that seeped from the lighter was dimmer than the sun shining bright. i could not see it.

i thought the tool was broken so i stopped and decided to take a shower.

whilst doing so i pondered. i imagined the lighter i threw away burning up in flames inside the trash bin lighting the house on fire.

yes. yes it does.

“Life is for living, not for stressing.”

— Unknown

I stabbed a book with a bleeding pen and tried to burn it.

I'll close my eyes until I fall asleep.

I'll feel my time run out for it's not mine to keep.

If you don’t get pulled over, it doesn’t count

“We try to hide our feelings but we forget our eyes speak.”

— Unknown

is it just me, or is this kinda kinky?