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TW: GRAPHIC IMAGERY

Hi guys. As you, everyone has heard about the event that has happened at Al Aqsa Hospital. Where 4 people where killed by an Israel air strike.

If you have seen the videos, many Palestinians were being burned alive as the flames kept spreading. If you have seen the video where a man was hooked to an IV as he was being burned alive; his name is Shaaban Al-Dalu.

He was a 19 year old software engineering student who dreamed about studying abroad and was in a mentorship program. He had to walk 30 minutes to access the internet while he was injured, starved, and dehydrated.


The young man who was burned alive was a student in a mentorship program I am involved in. Shaban AlDalo was 19, had a 97.9 average on the Palestinian baccalaureate exams. He had dreams of studying & was walking 30 min each way for internet while injured, starved, & dehydrated. pic.twitter.com/aGvMtxEG70  — Suja Sawafta | سجى صوافطة 🍉 (@sujasawafta) October 15, 2024ALT

He had survived an attack by Israeli missle strike in the mosque he was sheltering at only to be killed and was burned alive in his tent with his mother.


19-year-old Shaban Al-Dalou, a software engineering student, was burnt alive along with his mother in a tent after Israeli aircraft bombed the yard of Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital last night.   Al-Dalou miraculously survived an Israeli attack on a mosque sheltering displaced… pic.twitter.com/X2rGthaZBE  — Quds News Network (@QudsNen) October 14, 2024ALT

Before he was killed, he had started a gofundme account to help raise money for his family.

Please, with all my heart, donate to his family gofundme account. His family goal just needs about €6,000 more.

Please don’t abandon his family. Donate as much as you can help to his family escape this genocide.

Don’t abandon his family as they mourn over him.


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Imagine this with Miguel:

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The weight of the multiverse does not exist for a moment. That heavy burden on his broad shoulders has vanished.

It´s just him, the present, and the mischievous wind, welcoming his bristled skin to the everyday, while playing with the dark chestnut and silver strands of his hair, anchoring him to the moment. It was as if he experienced the joy of being an ordinary human for the first time.

For a moment, he allowed himself to be a man, with dreams and longings and much more he always repressed for the sake of the multiverse. For once, he left the gruff hero's mantle trapped in those cold walls brimming with technology and data behind. He was living.

There were no reports flooding his inbox, no Spiders messing up, none of those anomaly alarms keeping him awake more than he would like to admit. There was no city's gritty noise that overwhelmed him, no matter how many modifications and functions he programmed on his suit to isolate the sound.

There were no people depending on him, begging for logical guidance on absurd situations. And definitely, the bitter memories of Gabriella's last moments in his arms were not there, tormenting his already exhausted and fragmented mind.

Only the wind's pleasant and gentle whisper, invading the modest but cozy cottage that, he decided to share for a brief moment in time, with the only person capable of seeing beyond the mask and the title of hero. You.

He had allowed himself, for once in his life, to tear down those walls he had built around with such care, and to bare his longings of normalcy with you.

And there he was. Enjoying those rewards in a beautiful cabin in the middle of the prairies of his city. Admiring the mundane landscape like if he had just discovered sunsets, until a much more ravishing view filled his chest with something he was getting used to feeling.

The restless and childish wind played with your hair, making the rebellious strands to caress your face, in an attempt to imitate him when his hands did it. All while you laughed and urged him to join you.

His face relaxed with a smile, and when you called him outside to forage dinner's ingredients , he didn't even hesitate.
He knew in that instant, that he was where he had always longed to be.