💔 I am a father of five, and I live with my wife and children in extremely harsh conditions. We are seven people trying to survive day after day amidst the ongoing war in Gaza.
Hussam is a father, a husband and a survivor.
🏕️ Many people think the war is over, but for us, it hasn't. It may have disappeared from the news screens, but the truth is that the danger persists, displacement and forced migration are still a part of our lives, and fear is our constant companion.
👨👩👧👦 I cannot go to work or provide for my family's needs because I stay in the tent to protect and care for my children in these difficult circumstances.
🍼 My youngest daughter desperately needs milk. 👶 She also needs diapers and clothes. 💔 I am unable to provide these basic necessities for her.
🙏 I am writing these words and appealing to anyone who can help. Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in my children's lives and give us hope during these difficult times.
🌍 If you are unable to donate, sharing this post may help our story reach people who can help.
🤲 We ask for nothing more than the opportunity to live with dignity and provide for our children's basic needs.
❤️ A heartfelt thank you to everyone who reads, shares, or offers any kind of support. Every little bit of help means the world to us.
I was staying up late to watch England vs. Mexico (I'm not a huge soccer fan but these world cup matches have been interesting) but I stayed up later than I shudve and made this
My name is Layan. I'm 30 years old and I once lived a life full of hope and ambition.I studied architecture and earned a bachelor's degree, and I worked for a private company for a while. But when the war broke out in Gaza, the company shut down and was completely destroyed, leaving me jobless and without a place to work. My husband was killed in the war, and my daughter Fatima, my sons Ahmed and Mahmoud, and I were left alone. I became the family's sole breadwinner in these extremely harsh conditions. 💔 As the bombing intensified and the violence escalated, we were forced to flee our beautiful home, which was completely destroyed, to the city of Khan Younis in southern Gaza. We lived in a small tent barely a few meters wide, but even that wasn't enough. We had to flee again to central Gaza, where we now live in a school for displaced people, moving from place to place without knowing when this tragic journey would end. With prices rising due to the closure of the crossings, I can't feed my children or provide them with the bare necessities of life. I launched this campaign hoping that those who understand the meaning of humanity in this world will help us. ❤️🇵🇸
🍉My campaign has been verified by gazavetters line (108) 🍉
Thank you to everyone who supports us, I will never forget that, I will be very grateful 💚 🇵🇸🌹
Hello, my name is Layan, I am 30 years old, and I once lived a life full of hope and ambition. I studied Architectural engineering and earne
Pixel post dividers for everyone! It's not much, but feel free to use them if you'd like.
I don't know the ideal size for these, so let me know if they're too tall. I can make them a bit shorter next time.
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
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I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Ma… Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
Sry I've been gone for so long :/ I was busy with school stuff but NOW IM BACK AND WILL BE ABLE TO POST >:D I'm probs gonna be a bit busy tho cuz I also have SAT studying now but I'll try my best to post :)
Anyways I got a notebook for my bday that I turned into a pencil/pen sketchbook and I've been drawing in that when I can't use my bigger one for colored drawings so here's what I've made so far :]
The last one (liberty spikes one) is the one I made today IM SO PROUD OF THAT ONE I ONLY KINDA USED A REFERENCE FOR THE MOUTH-PULLING PART I'm probably gonna outline it in pen and stipple later
Anyways ya I will do my best to post my art as much as I can :)
P.S. I started deltarune a while ago and I'm on chapter 2 so I BETTER NOT GET ANY SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER FIVE >:[
i just watched the infinity castle demon slayer movie on a sketchy website if you know what I mean (I finished demon slayer by reading the manga) and MY BOY AKAZA DESERVES SO MUCH HAPPINESS HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG FREE HIM 😭
Douma on the other hand deserves everything he's gonna get I fucking hate him so much idk why I'm like one of his 3 haters but I hate him so much like HE KILLED SHINOBU LIKE ARE WE SRS SHES MY FAVORITE HASHIRA (don't get me wrong I like rengoku but I love shinobu so much more and like WE SHARE THE SAME BDAY AS WELL)
in my friends gc they were talking abt what the manly equivalent of flowers is for guys (as a joke we know its ok to give guys flowers) and I said "asparagus" jokingly and then I doodled this
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