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@lilscromby

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We have finished the days of Eid al-Fitr, which is considered the most joyful day for us, which came while we were in a nightmare between killing and destruction.

Our lives are getting difficult We ask ourselves why we are the ones who kill, why we do not live in peace like the rest .

My message from northern Gaza: Do not forget us. Every photo you publish about Gaza helps us stop this war Don't ignore us !!!

For anyone can’t donate on go fund me

Tagging to reach: plz everyone I ask everyone if u can’t donate it’s okay but mention ur friend here plz 🙏

400+ people were killed in gaza last night.

my friend tarek has been doing some amazing community organizing in palestine — he’s been teaching classes for children with my other friend farah AND distributing water and providing iftar meals during ramadan throughout rafah! his brother just had a major orthopedic surgery he had to wait about a year for and since food and water is incredibly scarce he can’t properly recover. please donate to their efforts!!!

quick reminder: tarek isn’t just a word on your screen, he is my friend.

he’s 21, the same age as me. before the war he was studying to be a translator and he dreamt of voice acting, just like so many of you reading this. (he’s pretty good too actually.) he would probably not call himself a poet but every few days he posts something so beautifully worded that he might as well be a poet laureate. he recently wrote: “gaza is sick of being praised by anyone. gaza is tired that its image is on satellite tv. gaza is sick of its name in the sad poems. gaza is tired of the repeated endings.” the message is clear — sentiments are not enough, his people need HELP.

every day i tell him im doing everything i can. and it’s true, i am, but its barely anything, as i’m disabled and bedridden. i’ve kept that fact from him out of shame because i see what he has to endure each day, but i feel SO POWERLESS. every time an announcement breaks that more bombs have dropped in the night or more innocent people were gunned down in broad daylight, my heart sinks with terror and i wonder if i’ve lost my friend. it really would mean so much — not just to him, to me — if you could donate anything you can spare to tarek and his family. he deserves the whole world and more.

yesterday tarek almost got on a water distribution truck that was targeted with bombs. the day before his neighbors had their house bombed (during Eid) and that whole family died. please help my friend

We are being killed with internationally banned weapons. Now we are facing danger and explosions. I cannot bear to see my family unable to sleep or rest. We are displaced. Will you let me and my family die? Donate what you can.
Save my family from this danger. Don't ignore me.
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🍉 A Final Cry for Help from a Broken Heart 🍉
Hello my friend, I don't know how to begin this message, as my heart is shattered into pieces. I hope that this message reaches you in good health, far from the pain that fills my life right now.
I’m here, in a strange hospital room, surrounded only by the silence of death. I watch my little child lying on a bed, his innocent body motionless. Only the life-support machine keeps him alive. He can’t breathe on his own, can’t move, and all I feel is the deep sorrow that seeps into my soul with every passing moment.
The doctor spoke to me in a soft, almost hesitant voice, as if asking me to endure more than I can bear: “Either pay for the surgery now, or we’ll have to disconnect the machine.” Do you understand what that means? It means that I will watch my child—the one who was once the light of my life—die right before my eyes. Every moment that passes, I wait for a slow death, my hands tied, unable to save him. His tiny heart, once full of hope, will stop forever in an instant, and I can't do a thing.
Please, don’t leave me to face this nightmare alone. Please, save my child. I have nothing but this cry, these tears that fill my eyes. Any help, even a word, could be the difference between life and death for him.
My heart can no longer bear the pain. I feel as though my soul is leaving my body with every second, watching him suffer while I am powerless to stop it. Please, save my child before this little heart is extinguished forever.
Help me, I beg you, don’t leave me in this darkness.

The war has returned again, Gaza is under bombardment and my area is being subjected to heavy shelling. We have lost hope in our rights. We must evacuate this city where there is no security. Donate to my family again, you are our only hope.

raised 50$/10000$
Vetted by : 90-ghost
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Help My Family Escape the War and Start a New Life

I am searching for an opportunity to live safely, far from the relentless war. Our three children, Rahaf, Leen, and Aseel, are in desperate need of healthcare and a stable, secure environment.

The life we live now is filled with fear and suffering. We cannot provide our children with the necessary care or the safety they deserve. We aspire to move to a country where we can start a new life, where our children can enjoy education and healthcare, and grow up in an environment full of hope and optimism.

We understand that life is challenging for everyone, but we are asking for your help during this difficult time. Your donations will help us cover travel expenses, and provide housing and necessary healthcare for our children upon arrival.

GoFundMe Campaign Link ♥️ :

Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to achieving this dream. We are grateful to everyone who supports us or shares our campaign.

Help us save our children's lives 🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #372 )✅️

best wishes:
Wael

Dan and I bought a thing called “long ziti” from the local Weird Bargain Store, largely as a joke, but…. I have never had a more unsettling pasta experience in my life. They wouldn’t bend enough to cook from top to bottom simultaneously, and while they were cooking boiling water kept spouting out from the tops of them out of the pot, like a boiling pipe organ. Then they were so long and floppy and hoselike that we couldn’t pick them up with anything other than tongs, and then they were so long and unwieldy that it was basically impossible to sauce them without them all slithering out of the bowl like wet snakes. They then proceeded to cool down almost completely within the the seconds it took to walk to the living room. Eating them was like eating a bowl full half melted drinking straws.

Bringing back Long Ziti for another round because it’s just too funny

real life creepypasta

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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