It's not always easy to speak in a time like this.
There has been too much violence and too much heartbreaking brutality. The escalation in recent weeks is unbearable to witness. All lives are sacred and must be protected. The massacres need to stop. Families are being torn apart.
What's clear now is that humanitarian aid to Gaza must be allowed immediately. The people there are in terrible conditions.
The scenes at the hospital last night were horrifying. The people in Gaza need food, water, and medical supplies urgently.
I'm calling in the world leaders to come together to prevent further slaughter of innocent souls.
Humanity must prevail.
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Side note:
Some people on Twitter (and here) criticize this statement because Mo appeared to read it from a teleprompter. I don't want to put words into his mouth but for me personally, it's hard to talk about the situation in Gaza without having tears running down my face every five seconds, especially after the hospital bombing. So Mo reading the statement instead of speaking without any talking points (and potentially missing some important points) is very understandable, normal, and respectful to the weight of the current situation.
I think this is a really good statement and this represents what's urgently needed now. The violence needs to stop, and humanitarian aid must be allowed.
Mo salah hasn't been his usual self. Something seems amiss.
He has scored. Fair enough but if you look closely his passes arnt accurate. In the last few months he has given away the ball multiple times in a match. He doesn't have the same reaction when missing a goal. Something doesn't feel right.
I love mo with all my heart but I really hope he's himself soon♥️
- Hello lovelies im szoboszlaienjoyer but just call me Alex. I write football fanfiction! My suggestions are open so freely suggest anything you want!! But please bear in mind im a minor and i wont write NSFW stuff and smut!! (i rarely post fics, by the time im posting this i havent posted any fics, i mostly post about dominik szoboszlai and his immense beauty 💀💀)
- My pronouns are she/her but i identify as any pronouns except he/him so please refer to me as she/her!!
- I support liverpool F.C. and my favourite player is Dominik Szoboszlai, but i also have a big liking for Mohammed Salah, Alisson Becker and Darwin Nunez and i really love to write fics about them!!
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Y/N is a deeply spiritual person in the sense that she believed with her whole heart that a woman must remain pure and untouched until she meets the man she can truly call, the love of her life - she was born in Cairo, Egypt to two loving parents who were Catholic and had instilled in her that the proper way to love someone is to refrain from any and all sinful acts, which is a lesson she carried throughout her entire life.
She had tried dating, and by dating - it was the standard, meeting a nice guy over a meal or a soft drink, chatting for a few hours yet it never really went anywhere, two serious relationships that ended only because the men expected her to relent and fully surrender herself to someone, whilst she fully believed that the person she is meant to be with is out there, and if she were to meet him, she wanted to be pure.
That's when Mohammed came into the picture.
Y/N was accepted into Liverpool Hope University on a scholarship to study English Literature as she hoped to become an author, a kids author to be exact - and within her time in Liverpool she was able to meet several people of the same faith, who ensured that she had fun but also steered clear of sinful acts, and one morning; a very calm and uneventful morning, she stopped at a café to grab a cappuccino and a sweet treat when on her way out, she collided with someone and thankfully, nothing was spilled.
" Oh my god, I am so sorry " Y/N apologized before her eyes widened upon realizing who she collided with.
It was none other than, Mohammed Salah, Liverpool's and Egypt's star.
Her parents adored him, given that they were massive football fans and her father frequently watched Liverpool games on the tv just to cheer him on.
" It's fine " Mohammed smiles politely, his brows raising for a moment before he decided to ask. " You're not from here, are you? "
Y/N shakes her head with a shy smile, " No, I'm a fellow Egyptian " she states with a giggle.
" Really " Mohammed smiled.
Y/N nods, " yes, I am and just for the record, I'm not an avid fan of football so you can rest, I won't act crazy or ask you for a photo, but thank god my parents aren't here cause they love you " she laughs.
Mohammed laughs, " Ah, well I'm glad to know that "
Y/N gestured to her car, " I should probably go now " as she was about to make her way to her car he stops her, " Yes "
" May I at least know your name? " Mohammed asks, " And maybe get your number, you know ... " he smiles, " just in case you need a tour guide around Liverpool "
Y/N smiles, " Ah! " she placed her cup and box on top of her car before she rummaged through her bag to grab a pen and a piece of paper and write down her contact information. " Here you go "
Mohammed smiled as he read over the name, " Y/N L/N, a beautiful name "
" Thank you " Y/N smiled, " Goodbye Mohammed "
That day was the setting stone for a beautiful and spiritual relationship built on respect, love and admiration; They had similar personalities and were very hardworking when it came to what they loved, their only difference being their religion, Mohammed being a practicing Muslim and Y/N being a religious Christian, however that difference as much as it was minuscule seeing they both hailed from the same nation, it did pose as problem when it came to the public eye.
Several hate messages and comments flooded her socials, people telling her to back off, calling her a bad seed for supposedly corrupting Mohammed and while those comments affected her in a sense, Mohammad assured her that he doesn't care as his intentions for her were pure, he loved her and respected her wholeheartedly, regardless of the religion she practiced.
After a lovely dinner in a cozy Italian restaurant, Mohammed and Y/N decided to take a walk around the park, and it was then that he decided to ask her, " Where do you see yourself in a year? "
Y/N took a minute to formulate a coherent response and smiled, " I would say, happily married with a child "
Mohammed smiled at the answer, " So do I " he falls silent for a moment before he decides to ask even further, " I want that too, however two children instead of one "
Y/N felt a flutter inside of her chest, " Girls or boys? "
Mohammed shrugs, " I don't mind, as long as God gives me healthy children, and their mother is also healthy " he smiles, " I don't mind what I am blessed with "
Y/N nods slowly, " So, in a year from now, you'd get married? "
" Yes " Mohammed nods, " I'm not getting any younger, I want to do things properly, I want to settle down seeing as I am thankful to God and my parents for getting me to where I am, I'm only short of one thing that God had advised us to do, get married "
Y/N smiles, " I like that, I am glad I found you because ... there are no more real men in this world, you're a gem Mohammed and I love you so much "
Mohammed smiled, " I love you too " he stopped midway through their walk which confused Y/N. " I want to ask you something "
Y/N stops with a confused expression, " Ok? "
" Marry me? "
There it was, the two words she'd wanted to hear her entire life; her mother had gotten married at a young age, and here she was, at twenty five - in front of who she can only describe as an angel on earth, " Mo " she whispers.
" Y/N I mean it, I want a future with you " Mohammed smiles, " While I would love it, if you converted to Islam, but I don't want to force you, I respect you Y/N, I respect the fact that you live your life the proper way which is a rare thing to find in this world and if there's a woman I know will be a proper mother to my children, it'll be you "
His words were enough to have her tears threatening to fall, " so? "
" Yes, I will marry you, we can get married tomorrow if we have to " Y/N giggles, " I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you "
" Good " Mohammad smiled, " I will do this tomorrow night, the proper way but for now, let's continue our walk "