Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
Hi everyone, please donate to my friend Ahmed (@ahmedaldani333). He is now suffering from thalassemia, and he needs money for treatment. He has already been suffering from medical problems that he has been raising money for, as well as his ultimate goal of moving. He has been vetted by @gazavetters, his number on their list is #198.
reminiscing on warehouse work, how it affected me, and how it’s a capitalist trap that’s actually working, to everyone’s detriment.
did you guys notice that we’re collectively being herded into warehouses? the job market is dire but! warehouses are always hiring! and they’re usually the highest pay in your area! the interview is fast and easy, you’re almost guaranteed a job and it comes w decent benefits,
but.
notice it’s only lower middle class down, people stuck between a rock and hard place, people who just need to keep the roof over their head one more day– only those people end up in a warehouse.
working in a warehouse is often fucking back breaking, heavy duty labor that’s absolutely exhausting. you suffer thru it for 8+ hours to go home, crash, get up, and do it over again. you can barely make rent, but at least you’re making it. in the meantime, you dont have the energy or time to think abt what this is actually doing to you.
labor like that is dangerous, and painful, and it breaks you down over time. i spent 3 years on a loading dock, and even tho i’ve been in the offices for the other 3 years, i’m still constantly in pain. spending too much time upright alone is extremely painful for me. why do i have a cane at 27?
they’re forcing the lower classes into work that disables, maims, and kills if you’re unlucky. work that exhausts you and keeps you running on barely any energy, just for crumbs. at the least it keeps you compliant, and at the worst you either end up disabled and persecuted, or dead.