r/dystopia

A really funny thing from her video shows that almost every single person on that boat is from another country, from the United States, Argentina ,they’re from everywhere except for the actual land of Palestine itself. It really is telling when the samud flotilla are trying to reach Gaza in order to give the people of Gaza much needed aid and supplies, and then these Hasbara propagandists go out of their way to mock them.

Salut à tous,

Après des mois à écrire, doutes, corrections, réécritures et nuits à me demander si ça valait le coup, j’ai enfin sorti mon premier roman : Le Temps qui Reste - Tome 1 : Demain s'éteint.

C’est une histoire sombre, psychologique et dystopique qui parle du temps, des choix, des erreurs et de ce qui peut se passer quand on pousse quelqu’un dans ses limites.

Le plus étrange n’est pas de le publier… c’est de tenir son propre livre entre ses mains après avoir passé autant de temps avec des personnages qui n’existaient que dans ma tête.

Je suis curieux d’avoir des avis honnêtes :

Qu’est-ce qui vous attire dans un roman ?

Une ambiance sombre ?

Des personnages psychologiquement complexes ?

Une histoire qui met mal à l’aise ?

Si certains veulent découvrir un extrait, dites-le en commentaire et je le partagerai avec plaisir.

I am a mother from Gaza, 43 years old, carrying a heart full of pain that words can hardly describe. Every single day, I live holding onto a small hope that this suffering will one day end. I have four children. Before the war, we lived a simple but peaceful life filled with warmth, safety, and love. Our home was not luxurious, but it was full of laughter, comfort, and beautiful memories. My children were very ambitious and full of dreams. Each of them had hopes for a bright future, and despite the simplicity of our life, we were happy and grateful because we had peace. Then the war came… and with it came destruction that took everything from us. In one moment, our entire life changed. Our home, the place that carried all our memories and dreams, was destroyed. Schools and universities stopped, education disappeared, and years of hard work and hope were suddenly lost. We were forced to flee again and again from one place to another, carrying our fear, our children, and the little that remained of our broken lives. We experienced hunger in the cruelest way. We learned what it means for children to wait for hours just to get a piece of bread or clean water. We lived through nights of bombing, terror, and sleepless fear, never knowing if we would survive until morning. I saw fear in my children’s eyes every single day, and I tried to appear strong for them while my heart was breaking silently inside. We lost our home, our work, our stability, and the life we once knew. I became unable to provide even the most basic necessities for my children food, clean water, clothes, and medicine. The most painful feeling for me as a mother is not being able to protect my children or give them the life they deserve. That is why, with deep hesitation and heartbreak, I created a support link asking for help. I never imagined I would one day need to ask others for assistance, but the circumstances forced us into survival mode. Every single dollar donated is withdrawn immediately to provide food, water, and basic needs so my children and I can survive another day. For two long years, I have been asking for help and knocking on every door I can, carrying both shame and desperation in my heart. But I do this only for my children so they do not sleep hungry, and so they can still hold onto hope that life may become kinder one day. From the bottom of my heart, I am deeply grateful to every person who supported us, whether through a donation, sharing our story, or even a kind word and prayer. You cannot imagine how much your support means to us or how much strength it gives us to keep going despite everything. To everyone reading my story, I ask you kindly not to scroll past our pain. We are not asking for luxury or comfort we are simply trying to survive, to live with dignity, safety, and peace like every other human being. After God, you are our only hope. 🤍 https://gofund.me/5c236f4d

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.