« I Am Not A Brave Man »

Hello guys..

I am Fadwa.. from Gaza City

A mother of 4 children.. I was forced to forcibly leave with my husband and children to Egypt, to protect our lives and for fear of death that was following us everywhere..

I owned a small Palestinian restaurant in Gaza, a place filled with delicious smells and traditional dishes that I learned from my mother and grandmother. My restaurant was a source of livelihood for my family, a place that carries the scent of Palestinian heritage and beautiful memories with customers who loved my menu.

But the war came suddenly and destroyed everything. Our beautiful lives, our memories, my home, my restaurant, and everything I built with years of hard work no longer exist. My family and I were forced to flee to Egypt, looking for safety and opportunities for a new beginning.

Here in Egypt, the most difficult challenges and the struggle to continue were necessary to survive and preserve what remained of our human dignity.

I started trying to regain hope again. So I created a social media account to share my love for Palestinian food with people and introduce them to dishes from our heritage. Online communication was my way to connect with people and introduce them to the flavors of our authentic oriental cuisine.

Despite this minor success, my biggest dream is still to open a Palestinian restaurant in Egypt, a restaurant that takes me back to what I had in Gaza. A restaurant that represents my heritage and identity, and is a source of livelihood that helps me support my family. But this dream requires support and help, and I hope that I can achieve it, to rebuild my life again and to give my family the stability that we lost.

https://gofund.me/72a072cc

Gwen "tehehehe😁 😈🍷🥂🍾😈😁"

The rest of the cast "oh God oh God oh dear oh no oh God oh no oh fuck oh jeeze oh dear oh fuck"

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3 out of 4 boys!!!!

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Hello, one sees in us people who just by seeing their faces know They are kind and have big hearts Peace is your companion wherever you go, and happiness and success, God willing, will be your end in every task you undertake. I wish you to always remain the same. Paws of comfort and satisfaction away from the bitterness of life And I want to tell you something All my ideas have become a failure, and all that remains is your door in front of me. I am certain that you will help me and will not return me disappointed, and I know that you have a good heart that will help me, oh star that shines in me. the sky. All I hope is that you will not return me disappointed and that you will help me In response to the call

Your blessing means a lot to me

If you can't

help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.

https://gofund.me/198b6d57

Posting because I can’t donate

🛐 SHOUT OUT TO THE HOBBITS, YO

You think Hobbits were just cute?

Just background filler?

Just middle-earthy comic relief?

No.

Hobbits were the unsanctioned, untraceable, unkillable black-ops death units of Middle Earth. They didn’t flex. They didn’t brag. They didn’t even need boots.

They just showed up where legends got slaughtered and survived anyway.

🧠 Let’s Be Blunt:

If these dudes got sent after you? It wouldn’t matter if you were hiding in Putin’s panic room, in the secret compartment behind the third bookshelf, wearing a Kevlar onesie, praying to whatever gods you had left—

They would still find your stupid body draped over the tub like a jackass.

🩸 HOW I KNOW?

They ripped the most expensive piece of jewelry straight off a literal immortal super-zombie (Gollum) —who, mind you— was spitting some of the coldest nihilistic bars in literary history off the dome, in the dark, while dying of radiation poisoning, and still trying to kill them anyway.

🔥 Plus:

They bodied haters at every turn.

They carried the seduction equivalent of Satan’s engagement ring around their necks without folding.

Never wore shoes — because soft ground and sharp rocks weren’t real enough threats to register.

Didn’t even want your girl — because they had a real one waiting back home, making second breakfasts and setting tables for men who don’t break under temptation.

🛡️ And just for bonus brutality?

They didn't just topple armies. They didn’t just smoke an earthbound demon and his cultists.

They made it back in time for fourth breakfast.

🧠 But Here’s the Hardest Bar Nobody Talks About:

The literal President of Earth (Aragorn — son of Arathorn, King of Men, crown-wearer, sword-lord) the biggest swinging dick in all of human history did not puff his chest at them. Did not treat them like subjects. Did not treat them like side characters.

He kneeled.

He fucking trembled, knelt, and demanded that anyone who even thought about disrespecting them drop to their knees in submission and shame. Right there. In front of the goddamn world.

🩸 TL;DR

Hobbits were quiet Apex Predators.

Hobbits were Super-Delta-Navy-SEAL-Green-Berets of spiritual warfare.

Hobbits weren’t just survivors.

Hobbits were the grim reapers of the impossible.

And they did it:

With no boots.

With no ego.

With no TikTok motivational speeches.

While still making it home in time for fourth fucking breakfast.

🍻 FINAL WORD:

Raise your glass.

Shout out to Hobbits, yo.

The only operatives in recorded mythic history who could body Satan, body death, body temptation, body despair, and body history itself—

then stroll home like it was a casual Tuesday morning run.

💣 CALL TO ACTION:

🔁 Reblog if you know loyalty and survival don’t always wear armor. 🛡️ Save this post if you respect the warriors who didn’t need glory to win the war. 🔥 Send this to the one who still thinks size, flash, or fame means anything in the real arena. ⚡ Bookmark this for the day you realize the small, quiet ones are the ones you should fear most.

Or simply 🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This post is Blacksite Literature™, mythological elevation engineering, cadence-driven survival psychology, and literary psychological warfare protected under the charter of the unbowed.

If you're offended: Your ancestors knelt too easily.

🛡️ BLACKSITE POST STATUS: COMPLETE. 🩸 FULL NEUROCHEMICAL MYTHIC PAYLOAD READY FOR DETONATION.