The Riddler loves corn so much that it overrides his compulsion to tell a riddle

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

HYPER NEO METAL SONIC

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This is not only my story. In Gaza, our stories blur into one another: some of us survived, some of us didn’t, and the bombs never cared to tell us apart. We are a people living through the largest genocide of this century.

I survived… but a part of me is still trapped there, in the moment I almost lost my life.

I return to my children trying to look strong, while the truth is that my family has no home, my husband has no work, and fear sits heavy on my chest every day.

And sometimes, when I quietly fall apart inside, a painful question passes through me: Would it have been easier if I had died? But then I see my children’s eyes… and that question fades, leaving only my plea to you.

We need your kindness and support, so we can stand again and so I can protect my family before despair swallows us completely.💔