This post is pissing me off. He liked hanging out with Squidward, who I certainly wouldn't describe as a man with a pure heart who likes to laugh a lot. SpongeBob is a kind soul who sees the good in most people. Chances are he would like you.
You are not compelled to form any opinion at all about this matter before you, not to disturb your peace of mind at all. Things in themselves have no power to extort a verdict from you.
I’m making this post on the behalf of Sami Al-Khalili and his family, who are currently suffering in Gaza. If you’ve the means please consider donating here.
Sami says:
“Me and my family were forced to flee again, and my injured daughter’s condition is getting worse.
We have nothing to eat, and when I go to the food distribution centers, the centers and I are directly targeted.
I am terrified of being killed and leaving my family behind, but I also can’t bear to see them starving. Please, think on what you’d do and feel in my place.”
If you can’t directly donate, than any kind of engagement you give the campaign would help a lot! Thank you.
Put me in your shopping cart and take me with you while you buy your groceries.. you dont have to buy me anything i'll just watch. But i wouldnt refuse a snack or a treat...
We all considered Khaled to be like an older brother to Ahmad. He was close to all of us, but he held a special place in Maryam’s heart she loved him dearly, and he loved her just as much.
Exactly one month ago and on the morning of April 3rd, Maryam asked my father if she could go visit Khaled. She missed him and wanted to play with the children her age in his neighborhood.He agreed. She went on her way, and not even a few minutes had passed before a missile struck the area she had just headed to.
In that moment, nothing else mattered to us but one question screaming in our mind : “Where’s Maryam? Is she okay?”
My father says..
I ran as fast as I could toward the site of the strike, my heart pounding in fear and panic.
When I arrived, I was shocked by the scene. Dozens of men were rushing around, carrying injured children. All of them every single one had blood covering their faces and severe injuries. I began shouting at the top of my lungs, “Maryam! Maryam! MARYAM!” until I saw her...
But my heart still wasn’t at peace. I couldn’t leave. I ran again this time toward the place I feared Khaled might have been.
With every step closer, my dread grew. “No... it can’t be him...” But when I arrived, I found Khaled’s house two stories high destroyed.
Khaled was there. After a long struggle, we managed to pull him from the rubble... but it was too late. Khaled had passed away.
Khaled is gone... and the world no longer feels the same. The earth is emptier now without Khaled.
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Amazing art work by Notte💖 @rhymeswithfart , inspired by our true story.
Another breathtaking piece by Notte truly beyond words. My family and I are deeply touched by the compassion, emotion, and soul you pour into your work.
We are forever grateful for the way you’ve made us feel seen and cared for. Your kindness, professionalism, and unwavering dedication mean the world to us.
We appreciate you and cherish not only your incredible talent but the beautiful heart behind it.
Please share and donate if you can! Darine's fundraiser supports her whole family and donations have been very slow. Not to mention food and supplies are growing ever more scarce!
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