For anyone out of context with the poll I just rbed
here’s my comic Starkiller. It’s on hiatus rn because my wrist is a bastard but!! there’s 120 pages!
For anyone out of context with the poll I just rbed
here’s my comic Starkiller. It’s on hiatus rn because my wrist is a bastard but!! there’s 120 pages!
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
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Every day, I try to remind myself that we are still here. That despite everything we have lost, we are still breathing, still holding on. But some days, that is harder than others.
I lost 25 family members in a single moment. I can still hear their laughter, still see their faces when I close my eyes. But they are gone, and nothing will bring them back.
Our home, the place that held every memory, every moment of comfort, is nothing but rubble. We have been displaced over and over, searching for safety, searching for something that feels like home.
💔 Each day is a battle for survival.
💔 Each night is a reminder of who is missing.
💔 And yet, kindness still finds us.
Thanks to the generosity of people who have never met me, we have now reached $2,500. It is a small step in a long journey, but it is a step forward. And that means everything.
I am not asking for much—just the chance to survive. Even $5 can make a difference. If you cannot give, please consider sharing our story. You never know who might see it and be able to help.
Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for reminding us that even in our hardest moments, there is still goodness in the world. 💙🙏
My Brother Dreams of Being a Doctor… But We Have Nothing.
My youngest brother is only a child, but war stole his innocence.
My other brother dreams of becoming a doctor—to heal others because he has seen too much pain.
Another dreams of becoming an engineer, to rebuild what war has destroyed.
And me? I dream of going to university and giving them a better life.
But we have nothing.
Our home was bombed. My mother and sister were killed. We were forced to flee.
I am doing everything I can to keep my brothers safe, to hold onto hope, but we can’t do this alone.
🌍 How You Can Help
Your donation can give us a place to stay, help us continue our education, and give my brothers the future they deserve.
Even if you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Every share means more people will hear our story.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. Thank you for giving us hope. ❤️
Mohamad has been shattered by loss and now faces crushing debt while fighting to protect his sister and her five children. Your support can give them the safe, fresh start they desperately need.
We’ve reached 21% of our €20,000 goal (€4,279 raised), but there's still a long road ahead. Every euro counts, and every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
Please donate or pass this along to someone who can help.
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Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.
We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
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A Small Step, But Still a Step Forward" 💙✨
Every day feels like a battle—against loss, against despair, against the uncertainty of tomorrow.
But today, we’ve reached $1,580 out of our $90,000 goal. It may not seem like much, but to us, it means hope. It means someone is listening.
The journey is long, and the need is great. But every share, every kind word, and every bit of support reminds us that we are not alone.
💙 If you can, please help us move forward.
🙏 I deeply appreciate your time and support. If this tag disturbed you in any way, I sincerely apologize. Please feel free to ignore this post if it doesn’t feel right for you.
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Thank you for believing in us. Your kindness gives us strength. ❤️
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