My Name Is Basel Ayyad, A 28-year-old Palestinian From Gaza. My Family Of Eight Was Forced To Flee Our
My name is Basel Ayyad, a 28-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My family of eight was forced to flee our home in northern Gaza, which was destroyed by the war. We now live in a small tent in Rafah, struggling daily to survive without shelter, food, or medical care.
The most heartbreaking struggle is watching my daughter, who suffers from a rare disease, worsen due to the lack of treatment. We urgently appeal for your support with food and essential aid. Even the smallest donation can make a difference and save our lives. Please help us.
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When can I say your name and mean only your name, and not what you left behind?
"my pretty baby"
dream x gender neutral reader
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TW: smut lol, praise kink, pet names, overstimulation i think?, mostly soft and fluffy sex, cursing, dom/sub dynamics. softdom!dream, sub!reader.
disclaimer: english is not my first language, i apologies if there are any mistakes and please be nice this is my first post <3.
YOU felt a tear slide down your cheek as Dream trusted back inside you and you let out a small whimper. It felt great, he was great, it was just...a bit too much.
As if he noticed your slight discomfort, Dream slowed down, taking his time to kiss your whole face, starting from your forehead to your jaw and then moving to your neck. He gazed up to you, a smile tugging on his own lips as his big green eyes locked with your E/C eyes. He kissed your lips, and you didn't waste time and kissed him back.
"Everything ok baby?" He mumbled, tracing small circles on your inner thigh and you felt yourself melt as he watched you with that soft smile. You nodded, Dream kissed you again as he thrusted back inside of you, this time more gentle and slower than before.
The friction made you moan in his mouth, but he only chuckled and kept going, his thrust picking up a more consistent rhythm. Dream pulled away from your lips and groaned, eyes closed from the pleasure and hair falling over his forehead. "You feel so good baby, sooo good." He mumbled, squeezing softly your hip as moans escaped your lips at his praise.
"So pretty, you look so pretty like this." He pecked your lips again, effectively silencing the loud cry that left your mouth.
"Dream please-!" You whimpered, a desperate moan following right after. He smiled at you softly, still thrusting in you and he nodded, his fingers making their way to your sex to work you through your orgasm. "You're doing so good, my pretty n/n. " He whispered in your ear just as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a pressure building up in your stomach.
"Can I- Can I please come?" You asked breathless, your eyes searching his green ones. He groaned at your tone, but nodded nonetheless, moving his fingers faster to please you. "Go on, you look so pretty when you cum." He moaned out, throwing his head back as he felt his own orgasm getting closer.
The pressure in your stomach quickly grew, and with a moan you didn't bothered to hide you felt yourself coming. He grunted, feeling you clench around his dick, and squeezed your hips. "You look beautiful like this, my pretty baby." He said, a soft smile on his face as he kept fucking you through your orgasm.
The tears gathered again in the corners of your eyes, but you squeezed them shut as you felt yourself coming again. "Fuck." Dream groaned, his thrust now losing their rhythm as he also came inside of you.
You moaned again, eyes rolled back from the pleasure while Dream kissed your neck softly. "You sound so pretty baby, I love hearing you moan for me." He breathed out, slowly stopping to thrust before pulling out and taking off the condom from his dick.
He lied next to you for a few minutes, arms wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead and whispered in your ear how good you were. He then pulled away, getting up and taking a pair of new boxer before walking to the bathroom connected to his room. You felt your eyes becoming heavier, but you opened them when you felt something cold and wet between your legs. You made eye contact with Dream who gently cleaned you up, holding a wet towel in one of his hands, and in the other one of his shirts and underwear for you to wear. He helped you get dressed before slipping in the bed and covering both of you with the heavy covers of the bed.
Dream wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer while you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes. He kissed your forehead one last time before he whispered you goodnight and you mumbled one back.
war is over 1644 girlies
if you want to help palestine and Gaza, please do this everyday.
this way, you will help everyone in palestine, with food, hygiene products, shelters and more.
you don't have to donate anything, you just have to click this and share it.
don't be ignorant and don't ignore how devastating this is to the whole world and help those people to survive.
https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/
more links that aim to educate people on what is actually going on and links to help:
https://twitter.com/thatcooolartist/status/1715090851817198022?t=W8mKPfIT--KWTmhehGvgKQ&s=19
please don't remain silent. not now, not ever.
The Journey of Return
After fifteen months of forced displacement, we returned carrying hope, but what we found was harsher than we had imagined. Our homes were no longer homes. They had become silent ruins telling a story of loss. There were no longer walls to protect us nor windows overlooking the dreams we had grown up with. Every corner here whispered the pain of memories, the sound of laughter buried under the rubble, and the warmth of family that had become just a memory.
We walked 11 miles, nearly 18 kilometers, carrying what was left of our lives on our shoulders, treading over harsh ground that seemed to reproach us for our absence. The road was not just a distance. It was a lesson in patience and resilience. Our bodies were exhausted, but our souls burned with longing.
Today, we stand on this land, trying to gather what remains, to start again despite the pain. But the truth is, we can't do it alone. We need a helping hand, support to rebuild our lives as they once were, or even better. This land has suffered just as we have, yet it still holds the potential for life. And so do we… we just need someone to believe in us, to help us rise again.
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I am very proud of everyone who stands by me and supports me in these difficult circumstances.
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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨
Hello, My name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.
📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.
😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
