I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢
I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂
Here is the donation link ⬇️**
Hello, my name is Elizabeth Barnes and I am a US citizen organizing this campaign on behalf of my friend Jaafar, who is raising funds to sup
I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭
Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.
I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.
My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭
I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹
Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world
Donation Link
My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he
Milk-faded eyes of the newborn cub gazed blindly upon the lioness, mewling and growling as it found its way to their mother’s belly to nurse. Kiara blinked lovingly at the bundle of ochre fur and gave a quiet sigh of approval as she protectively wrapped her body around the cub; she drug her tongue across their head, leaving little wisps of fur standing on end. She’d given birth to the Prideland's next heir.
The evening prior Kiara had felt the early pangs of labor as she assisted the hunting party pass around the day’s prey. Being the independent lioness she was, she made sure to make her discomfort invisible to the lions around her, carrying herself with grace and normality. She dared not even alert her mate, Kovu, in case things were to go awry. He’d been acting distant lately, his mind clearly preoccupied with the duties of a newly appointed Royal Knight; she dared not disrupt him and distract him from his role to the pride.
As the day’s duties and activities began to wind down and the sun crept lower into the sky, Princess Kiara casually made her way to the Shaman’s Lodge, a cozy den deep within Pride Rock where the pride shaman carries out their role as the pride healer and caretaker. Talazami had been the Prideland’s shaman for countless years and provided a wealth of knowledge to her pride. The keen shaman’s eyes gleamed when she saw Kiara approaching, belly swollen and mouth pulled tight in a curt smile.
“I sense that the time has come, Princess,” Talazami breathed, pushing aside the poultice she’d been mixing with her claws in a deep crater within the stone flooring. “Come. I’ve already prepared your nest, as requested.”
The shaman nodded warmly toward the princess and led her deeper within the den, bringing Kiara to a soft pallet woven with delicate vines, leaves, flowers, and shed fur collected from her pride members. The den smelled warm and comforting; like a warm hug from your loved ones.
“Thank you, Talazami. I appreciate this so much, ” Kiara purred, wincing slightly as she felt another pain of labor. She swallowed her pain quickly and butted heads with Talazmi in appreciation. She’d asked the shaman to prepare her nest ahead of time, knowing her cub could arrive any day. Kiara stepped into the nest, circling once to make space for herself, and settled in facing the outward cliff that loomed at the end of the Shaman’s Lodge. She let out an exhale of anticipation for the night to come as she watched the sun sink below the hills, filling the cave with twilight.
Talazmi looked upon her princess and smiled to herself. Talazami had been the lioness to overlook Queen Nala’s birth, watching Princess Kiara as she took her first breath. And now she would be watching the princess once more as she now leapt into motherhood herself. Talazami never had cubs of her own, and thus treats every member of the pride as if she herself carried them within her barren womb.
The old lioness mumbled sweetly as she adjusted the bedding around Kiara’s paws, “you’re a strong one, Princess. You’ve nothing to fear; be it laborious pains or motherhood. It is such a beautiful night to meet your cub!” The shaman smiled as she placed a loving lick behind Kiara’s ear, returning to her poultice and leaving the princess to her trial ahead.
She would keep a watchful eye on the young lioness from a distance. Bringing one’s cubs into the world is often done in seclusion and secrecy, but Talazami and many other shamans in neighboring prides believe it their duty to oversee the mothers and aid as much as the lioness’ will allow them, walking a fine line of observation and protection.
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“A girl! The cub is a girl!” Kovu roared excitedly as he galloped away from the Shaman’s Lodge, Talazami hot on his trail, snapping at his tail as it barely escaped her maw as she chased the ecstatic father away. He felt nothing but pure happiness as he made his way through the dens, announcing the birth of his daughter to everyone. Congratulations and praise showered him, loving licks and butting heads covered him as he passed.
“Another daddy’s girl within the pride. How wonderful,” a coy voice spoke as Kovu passed. He turned and gleamed toward Zuri, who smiled with reservation when he laid eyes upon her. Her fur prickled under the Royal Knight’s gaze uncomfortably. Kovu did not take notice, he was too caught up in the euphoria.
“And healthy too! Her fur is beautiful, eyes like gems, and paws nearly as big as mine!” Kovu laughed and raised his paw as an example. He continued to praise his newborn daughter as Zuri held her smile, the edges of her lips fighting a saddening frown as she felt the flutterings of her own cub beginning to grow within her belly. She knew the pride would never be as happy for her as they are in this moment for her friend Kiara… “Her name is Akina,” Kovu finally spat out as he turned to continue to spread the news.
Zuri nodded and swallowed back a lump of envy; slight embarrassment heating her fur to an uncomfortable degree . “What a beautiful name,” she spoke to herself as she rose to her paws. She gazed back toward the Shaman’s Lodge and breathed a steady sigh. She would soon put on an overly excited smile, wrap herself in a cloak of illusionary fawning and go congratulate one of her best friends, the princess, and welcome the newest heir to the Pridelands.
But for now she will keep to herself. Turning her gaze back toward the den opening of Pride Rock, she saw as Kovu excitedly delivered the news of Akina’s birth to King Simba, both lions clearly happy and beaming with pride. Zuri itched and prickled again with discomfort. She cut her eyes toward the ground as she approached them, passing them with a nod of respect, and calmly walked the path leading toward the open fields of their territory. She needed some time away to herself.
“Let me introduce you to your granddaughter,” Zuri heard Kovu say to Simba as she departed, “and you’ll see what I mean when I say she’s a perfect addition to the family!”
Some guys that've been knocking around my brain for a little after finishing the two new books! These are mostly just concepts and are subject to change
Answer a Nightwing assassin who is sent to the isle after trying to murder the queen for her very illegal ex gf.
Wildfire or just Wild a Rain/Sky hybrid between a Skywing guard and a Rainwing merchant. Being raised in a secret group w other..."special" dragonets under the supervision of the Skywing Queen
A displaced Palestinian family living in northern Gaza.
This photo is not about poverty.
It’s about what remains when everything is taken.
🧩 Mattresses on the floor.
☕ Shared cups of tea.
👨👩👧👦 One family sharing a fragile space.Holding onto each other when nothing else is stable.
💔 Too many memories. Too few certainties.
We gathered like this after the war turned our lives upside down.
Not to talk about the news.
Not to talk about politics.
We talked about before.
When life was ordinary.
When homes stayed standing.
When children slept without fear.
We talked about now.
Displacement.
Tents.
Cold nights.
Questions we can’t answer.
Then someone asked quietly:
“What about tomorrow?”
No one spoke.
The children listened.
They always do.
They are learning uncertainty before they learn safety.
📸 This image is not staged.
It’s not symbolic.
It’s not curated suffering.
It’s a real family, holding itself together after losing almost everything.
If this reached you, it means something survived — connection.
💔 Please don’t just scroll past.
🔁 Reblogging keeps us visible.
🤍 Donating helps us eat, stay warm, and protect our children.
Even a small donation becomes a meal.
A blanket.
A moment of relief.
👉 Help us survive what comes after the war.
Because surviving the bombs was only the beginning.
🔗 [Support our survival on GoFundMe here]
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