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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
Hunger has been eating away at us for two months now and no one can help us. Save us from hunger and killing.
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hello another month another post e-begging 🥹 as many of you know by now, i'm a mentally disabled bipoc dyke that mostly gets their income from commissions, freelance gigs & support online bc accessible jobs where i live are nonexistent. on top of my own medical bills & my medication (and now my education), i also help my dad with the cost of keeping my disabled & late stage alzheimer's grandma at a care home where she's looked after 24/7. it's a lot & it's overwhelming but we've been managing thanks to the support from people.
i have themes u can buy here, i have an icon tutorial here, i just posted a (free) gif tutorial here, i take commissions, check out my archived resource blog for anything that might be useful to you: @userbru-archive. this is my k0f1 & this is my pp.me if you'd just like to help. thank you so much ♡
any amount is extremely appreciated & commissions are literally life saviors. ♡
hello another month another post e-begging 🥹 as many of you know by now, i'm a mentally disabled bipoc dyke that mostly gets their income from commissions, freelance gigs & support online bc accessible jobs where i live are nonexistent. on top of my own medical bills & my medication (and now my education), i also help my dad with the cost of keeping my disabled & late stage alzheimer's grandma at a care home where she's looked after 24/7. it's a lot & it's overwhelming but we've been managing thanks to the support from people.
i have themes u can buy here, i have an icon tutorial here, i just posted a (free) gif tutorial here, i take commissions, check out my archived resource blog for anything that might be useful to you: @userbru-archive. this is my k0f1 & this is my pp.me if you'd just like to help. thank you so much ♡
any amount is extremely appreciated & commissions are literally life saviors. ♡
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