My Name Is Majdolen. This Is the Last Step.

I am a Syrian trans woman who crossed the Mediterranean by boat, walked the Balkan route, survived German refugee camps, and built a life from nothing in Berlin. I never once asked for help.

Until now.

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Who I am

I'm an artist, DJ, and curator based in Berlin. I came to Germany in 2015 as a refugee fleeing the war in Syria, and I still hold refugee status today.

Since arriving, I've done everything on my own terms. I learned German and reached C1 level. I worked every kind of job to survive. I navigated a system not built for someone like me to start my HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy), finance over two years of laser sessions, and build a music career I'm proud of. I've been attacked and harassed - in the streets, in workplaces, and in spaces that were supposed to be safe. And I kept going.

But I've reached a point where I need your help.

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Why now

I turned 30 this Month. When I started HRT at 27, I made myself a promise: that by the time I turned 30, I would be the woman I always knew I was meant to be. In August I will mark three years on HRT. These two surgeries are the last thing standing between me and my promise.

The surgeon I always wanted for my nose finally has a slot for me after a very long wait. My surgery is confirmed for the end of May. And the FFS clinic I always trusted has a potential date for end of August. I can't let either of these windows pass. This is real and it is now.

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What I need

The first surgery combines rhinoplasty with correction of a deviated septum, sinus polyps, and nasal polyps. My nose was broken when I was around two years old. I have struggled to breathe my whole life - restless nights, disrupted sleep, symptoms that worsen every season change. The medical part of this procedure may be partially covered by insurance. The rest is not. Beyond the physical need, my nose is also the last thing connecting me to a version of myself I've made peace with but am ready to fully leave behind.

The second is FFS (Face Feminization Surgery) at a clinic in Belgium; I live with gender dysphoria every day. These are the last pieces of becoming fully myself. This is about self-love, yes - but it is also about safety. Passing is not vanity. It is protection. Walking through the world being seen as who I am is something I have fought for my entire life, and I am almost there.

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The numbers

Rhinoplasty, deviated septum and nasal/sinus polyp correction: €4,000

FFS surgery, flights and accommodation in Belgium: €12,000

Recovery, lost income, and rent for 6-8 weeks in total: €3,000

Total goal: €19,000

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Why I'm asking

For years I believed I could carry everything alone. That belief kept me alive. But I've learned that strength is not only about what you can do by yourself - it's also about knowing when to reach out to the people who believe in you.

I believe in the power of community. I've seen what people can do for each other when they show up. Today I'm asking my community to show up for me - not because I've given up on myself, but because I'm closer than I've ever been.

Every contribution, no matter the size, brings me closer to the life I've been building toward for ten years. And if you can't give, sharing this means just as much.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for seeing me.

Majdolen