I write these words with a broken heart. To those who read this and choose to ignore it, you can simply scroll past, but I am living through the most difficult moments of my life. My husband is slowly dying before my eyes. Due to a severe head and jaw injury, he has been unable to eat or drink for over a week, his weight has dropped to just 39 kilograms, and he is suffering from severe, life-threatening malnutrition.
The doctors confirmed he needs urgent surgery, but we can't afford the operation and treatment. I feel helpless watching him weaken day by day, while time is running out.💔
I'm not asking for the impossible; I'm simply asking for a chance to save his life. Please, if you can't donate, don't hesitate to share our story. It might reach someone who can give him a new lease on life.💔🙏
I write with tears welling in my eyes and a trembling hand. I'm not asking for the impossible; all I ask is a chance to save his life. Please, donate now, and share our story, so that, thanks to you, our voice may reach everyone.
i think this captures the defining pathology of the collective social media psyche right now. we are in the thrall of people who are wantonly cruel but who also demand to be coddled at all times in every way
WHILE THE WORLD SPEAKS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS, THIS IS THE REALITY.
For more than two and a half years, you have stood by me through some of the hardest moments of my life. Your support, your words, and your kindness helped us keep going when we were close to breaking. Because of you, we were able to hold on, and I will never forget that.
But the truth is, our story is not over yet.
We have lost everything, our home, our source of income, and the stability we once had. It feels like we are not just starting from zero, but trying to rise from below it.
Now things are even harder with my father’s illness. He needs ongoing care and treatment, while we are facing a complete lack of income. Even covering our basic daily needs has become a real struggle.
We are doing everything we can to stay strong, but we cannot do it alone anymore.
I am not asking for much, just for you to stand by us as you always have. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference. It can help us cover my father’s treatment, provide our basic needs, and help us keep going.
And if you are unable to donate, simply sharing our story could help it reach someone who can.
Thank you for being there for us and for not leaving us alone.
Dear Esteemed Donors,
My name is Ahmad, and I am a 16-year-old from northern Gaza… Ahmad family needs your support for Support Ahmad’s Fami
📌📌📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account.
Please, do not abandon my children. I need to repair the tent and provide for their needs; you are our only hope. Please help ensure a decent life for them—even the smallest contribution makes a difference. We have run out of options; please look upon them with compassion.
My old account was banned. Here is the full story.
louis lying about armand being the love of his life in s1 finale and louis confessing with his dying breath that lestat was always the love of his life in s3 finale. lestat willingly giving in to death under louis's blade bc he's given up on receiving his love in s1 finale and lestat clinging to life in his final minutes by the mere idea that louis might love him after all in s3 finale.
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