I Used A Translator, Sorry For My Bad English😭

I used a translator, sorry for my bad English😭

Quick introduction about me!

old username: aik-is-tired

-I have no idea on how to do introductions. This is a long post, but if you can, just check the DNI list, please.

Main tag to see my art: #my art

I only have Tik Tok, Instagram, Tumblr and X/Twitter.

First of all, I am going to be pretty inactive around here. I will probably post more unfinished things than actual art to show.

Probably 4-5 posts a year, if I’m motivated enough.

Things about me:

-My artstyle is constantly changing, so it will experience a lot of changes throughout the days. edit: years.

-I am still a minor, but would not like to disclose my age since people can get creepy.

-My first language is not English, it is Spanish.

-I have a very specific and non-conventional type of humor, don’t try to figure it out. It’s not worth it.

-I don’t do drugs./srs

-I am pretty comfortable in my own Internet bubble and am not mostly aware of what’s happening outside of my special interests. Not that I am not interested or just don’t care, my apologies in advance for being an ignorant./srs

Fandoms I’m in/I like!:

-Sally face, Undertale (and most of it’s au’s), Deltarune, The Stanley parable, Spooky Month, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, Smiling Friends, Regretevator, Pressure, Forsaken, Block Tales, Roblox in general, Creepypastas…I’ll probably be adding or eliminating from the list later on.

I just like the content, game, series or certain characters. Please don’t involve me in any shit that the devs or creators did, please. I just want to draw and indulge peacefully and not so peacefully in my interests. I am mostly not conscious and not informed enough about practically anything that’s controversial happening. I usually find out weeks or months after.

I mean no harm to anybody.

DNI:

I mean, like— Just the usual? No pedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia. No NSFW in the form of any type sexual content or kink content, please. I am not interested. I think I’ll add those specifically weird proshippers(?), like that incest thing, and all. No nazis, I guess that’s obvious too. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, ableist shit, etc. No glorification of abuse or grooming, that type of stuff.

Also, if you are into harassment-as-justice type of thing, cancel culture “gone feral” or stuff like that, just don’t interact please. I am afraid of you.

I mean like, just don’t be that type of weird and your good to go. Just keep your shit to yourself at least, I don’t want to be involved in it if I am able not to.

If you don’t fit into any of the previous mentioned then you are welcome. I’ll try to make a decent blog for you to enjoy at least for a few minutes.

Any type of advice, suggestions or support is deeply appreciated. I will try to take it all in the most efficient and normal way. Thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

💬 Just A Small Update, And A Big Thank You

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.