Mistii Bluie

@Pastel_Blue_16 Yeah, that, my auto correct likes to throw hands ☠️

My old post said... 
          A test-drill for sirens. 
          
          This whole week? Not a test-drill anymore. 
          Almost one year later, We hear them again. 
          No day passes without having to hear them. 
          Hearing explosions every 3-4 hours. 
          
          And while writing this, still hearing explosions somewhere far away. 
          
          None of us, and I MEAN NONE OF US saw it coming just thought: It's a normal Friday, tomorrow will be fine too. 
          
          Like, what could possibly go wrong? 
          But... 'tomorrow' never stayed fine. 
          
          We were thinking about school, "Oh tomorrow's school, need to study, exams are coming up" 
          Casual goodbyes with friends the day before... 
          
          Just to see we're not going to school anymore. 
          Shifted to online classes, but let's be honest. Who takes online classes. No one. (just me occasionally alone with teachers, asking if they're okay and safe) 
          
          Stay safe everyone, wherever you are, at every time. 
          Lots of love.
          
          (Just thought could let anyone who'd care know .>.)

Hiii, i disappeared for a year but now im back to say goodbye :(( i wont probably come back on wattpad couse i spent too much time on it. Youre my only friend here, so… goodbye  :) may your life be happy. Bye

Your pfp is so cute. It makes me smile every time I see it hehe ❤️

Hey! I didn’t get to say this on time since I’m sure you were busy and I was busy but I refused to forget! HAPPY (late ) 16th BIRTHDAY!! We don’t know each other in person but since I’ve meet you in a monkie kid fanfic you’ve been nothing but nice and coming up with theories with me so I hope you had an amazing birthday!! :3

Today… the sirens rang.
          
          In the whole country where I live. 
          We were in school, just a normal day, until it wasn’t. They’d told us it was only a test. a drill. just in case and yet, when that faint sound reached us… it felt strange. Distant, barely there… but enough to make you stop. Enough to make the air shift just a little.
          
          We knew it was coming. We were told yesterday, we were told not to worry.
          But still—when it happened, it made me, us think... about safety, about what “just in case” really means, about how fast the quiet can be broken.
          
          Honestly, I don’t know why, but it stayed with me.
          The feeling. the silence after. the questions that come too fast and too slow.
          
          I guess i just wanted to say:
          I hope things stay okay.
          I hope everyone stays safe, wherever you are.
          And if one day I stop replying, go silent, just… disappear from the feed—
          You’ll know why. And I hope you’ll remember me gently.
          
          Stay safe. Stay kind.
          And may sirens always stay only a test.

Thank you for the follow!! I hope and wish that Palestine can be free! *Give you a Palestine teddy bear* I know your a wonderful!

I’m exhausted. I’m furious. I’m heartbroken beyond words.
          
          How are people still defending what’s happening to Palestinians? How do people look at the lifeless bodies of babies, at children with missing limbs, mothers digging through rubble to find their families—and say, “Well, Hamas started it”? How do people so casually strip those victims of their humanity?
          
          This is not a war. This is genocide. This is the systematic murder of innocent people. Over 75 years of occupation, ethnic cleansing, and apartheid—and yet the world still says, “Palestinians deserve it”? For what? For existing?
          
          And then comes the sickening excuse: “Those babies would’ve grown up to be terrorists.” How can you say that? What kind of heartless monster justifies slaughtering children because of who they might become?
          
          Ya'll don’t have to be Muslim to feel this. You just have to be human. This is not about religion anymore—this is about human lives being turned to ash while the world watches and debates.
          
          And if you’re still blind to who the real oppressor is, if you still refuse to speak out, then you’re not neutral—you’re complicit.
          
          Wake up. This is not balance. This is bloodshed. And history will remember where you stood.

Hey everyone,
          
          I need to share something that’s been really hurting me as a Muslim. It’s painful to see so much Islamophobia—people blaming us for things we don’t do, calling us terrorists, and twisting our faith into something it’s not. They spread lies about Islam and the Prophet ﷺ, ignoring the truth no matter how much we try to explain.
          
          It’s frustrating and deeply sad because it feels like no one wants to understand. They pick verses out of context and use them to justify their hate and fear. It’s exhausting to keep answering accusations that come from ignorance and prejudice.
          
          But I’m determined to stand strong because Islam is a religion of peace, justice, and mercy. The Qur’an was perfectly revealed and has remained unchanged. It teaches compassion and respect for all people—not violence or hate.
          
          As a Muslim, this hate hurts me personally. It hurts to see my faith misunderstood and attacked. I pray that one day, people will open their hearts to see the truth and stop judging us by the actions of a few or by their own fears.
          
          Thank you all for listening and for giving your precious time to read.

Hai