Do you have kids?🫂 Do you have a family? 🫂, please.💔 My children suffer so badly,Hunger, cold and sickness, you are a compassionate person who loves goodness🙏🥹. Please do not break my heart and my My kids.
Don,t ignore me🥹 you are the last hope for my children💔
I am Souad from Ga-za🥹which you and your family love. I have no hope left but in you. My children go to sleep hungry wearing the worst clothes. I went to humanitarian organizations, but no one helped me. My heart breaks when my children sleep hungry, lying on the dirt, with diseases exhausting their bodies. The water is bad and the food is expensive I can not buy it. Please be their savior. Only $44 to be able to save them. I am sorry for this intrusion, but you are my hope. Stand by my children, and may God be with you.🫂
"“Jules,” she whispered. His face was close to hers; she could see the light freckles across his cheekbones, under the smears of blood. Could feel his body against hers, vividly alive, the slamming of his heart in his rib cage, the heat of his skin, as if on fire from the power of the iratze. Her own heart was beating hard as her hands found his shoulders—"
Finally drawing this amazing scene by @cassandraclare it only took me 11 years to gather the courage 😅
I tried to take the emotions Cassandra put into it and visually recreate them, but I knew it'd be nearly impossible. Still, I enjoyed working on this so much. I enjoyed drawing again after a long time 🩷
“It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”
He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.
I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.
Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.
Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.
Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.
I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.
My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father
Hello friends, I'm Ayoush Crochet, and I'm also Ayoush trying to help my family.
Please donate
Hi, I'm Raven, and I'm running this campaign on behalf of my friend Ayoush. Any money raised will go to her in full. Please note the campaig
✅vetted by @el-shab-hussein✅ click here
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I'm here to tell you a few things. There are many haters and liars around, but I want to thank @el-shab-hussein who refuted all these false claims. However, You can follow up on this matter through this link click here
First, I'm the one who makes these crocheted pieces, and this is indeed the business card. You can see it on this page and contact me there as well. Click here
It was under our business name. But I lost the pieces and the business phone when my house was bombed.
That's why I'm here; I need your help and support. There are many hateful people here who wish us harm and genocide, but I'm striving for my dream and trying to help my family. These are some pieces of my work from before the war. I hope you can help and support us so we can continue living and alleviate our suffering.
Also, if you wish, you can follow the page on Instagram and view many more pieces of art.
I am raising funds for Yesmin, a 27 year old mother from Gaza and a victim of the ongoing genocide. Here are her own words:
Vetted by association I’m ayoosha-stuff friends
Hello friends, I am Yasmin from northern Gaza Strip. I am 27 years old, a mother of two children, Sila and Youssef, and I have been married for more than 7 years.
I was studying Journalism and Media at the University College, and I had both a home and a job. But because of the war, I lost my home, my work, and everything I owned.
My family’s house was also destroyed, and now we have nothing left except a worn-out tent whose torn walls cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter.
My husband is injured. He was involved in a traffic accident while trying to get aid, and he is now disabled and unable to work.
My children have suffered from malnutrition due to the lack of food and proper nutrition.
That is why I am only asking for your help and support. I am here trying to save what is left of my children’s lives. They are between life and death.
Please, try to support us and donate whatever you can.
Hello, I'm Lama... My husband, Mohammed, is 30 years old. I want to ask for your help for my husband. Please support him and share his story so that it reaches everyone.🙏
My husband, Mohammed, has suffered from numerous health problems for 12 years, and the situation has worsened during the war due to shortages of medicine and healthy food. He urgently needs surgery and medication.😔
Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband Mohammed is 30 years old, we got married in 2022 in a beautiful, warm and quiet
The costs of treatment and medication are very high; please, every donation from you will contribute to his recovery.
Please help my husband, donate to him, and share his story so he can recover and get the medicine.
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Please help me, my husband needs medication and vitamins. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference and help my husband recover. This is a picture of the medication he needs daily, and it's very expensive. Please, just donate. 🙏
I am raising funds for Yesmin, a 27 year old mother from Gaza and a victim of the ongoing genocide. Here are her own words:
Vetted by association I’m ayoosha-stuff friends
Hello friends, I am Yasmin from northern Gaza Strip. I am 27 years old, a mother of two children, Sila and Youssef, and I have been married for more than 7 years.
I was studying Journalism and Media at the University College, and I had both a home and a job. But because of the war, I lost my home, my work, and everything I owned.
My family’s house was also destroyed, and now we have nothing left except a worn-out tent whose torn walls cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter.
My husband is injured. He was involved in a traffic accident while trying to get aid, and he is now disabled and unable to work.
My children have suffered from malnutrition due to the lack of food and proper nutrition.
That is why I am only asking for your help and support. I am here trying to save what is left of my children’s lives. They are between life and death.
Please, try to support us and donate whatever you can.
helen and mark are so important to me, like they literally have no one else who can truly understand them, other than each other.
they both face discrimination from others in their own tragic ways. helen tries to conform and blend in more than mark, but they both struggle to see where they belong and who they are, and where they will be accepted in. i think it’s interesting how mark was ridiculed and humiliated by faeries in the hunt for being a shadowhunter, while helen has been ridiculed and humiliated by shadowhunters for being a faerie. they parallel the discrimination on both sides so well.
helen, who is forcibly separated from her family, and can’t be a big sister, ending up distant from everyone in a way that when she comes back, no one knows her anymore? she has always lived as an outsider to the shadowhunters, overworking to prove herself worthy only to be cast away to wrangel island in isolation for her heritage. and then when she gets back, she has become an outsider in her own family.
but who gets her? MARK. mark, who was also abandoned by shadowhunters, who’s heart aches and who breaks down when he learns that his sister was banished. mark who was supposed to be a big brother but instead was traumatized by the hunt, and now he has to get to know his family again (just like helen!!), a family in which no one gets him (like helen does), because now he acts different too due to his time in faerie. and helen is not there to support him. how it must’ve felt for helen to watch her brother be abandoned in faerie by their own people, unable to do anything?
they both have such a deep mistrust in the shadowhunter community because of how they’ve been treated. and to other people, they have to explain their experiences to make them understand. with each other, they wouldn’t have to say a word, because they both just know what it’s like. and i can’t imagine how important that is to them, how important they are to each other! but we don’t really get to see it that much on page because they are physically separated for so long… ughhh
Trust is a big thing for both Alec and Isabelle, since they grew up so isolated and live in such a dangerous situation. They need to trust each other unconditionally, because for so much of their lives they had nothing else to rely upon. Throughout TMI this trust is what keeps them both alive, and in this passage we see a clear example of how Alec's trust in his sister has saved his life. Despite their sharp edges, they're both always protecting each other in every way they can. Alec fits the classic trope of the overprotective older brother who picks up after his siblings' messes, and even though Isabelle is rather careless with her own safety she's always diligent in protecting Alec's heart. She keeps him safe emotionally by making it clear that she accepts him and by giving him the space he needs, in the same way that he protects her physically by watching her back with his bow and arrow. The two of them balance each other out, and thanks to their collective effort they both make it to adulthood and mature into (relatively) well-adjusted people who can keep themselves alive. Without Alec, Isabelle is killed by demons. Without Isabelle, Alec succumbs to depression and despair. Together, they save the world and ride off into the sunset with their awesome boyfriends.
something so delicious about the idea of clary not knowing about her brother, yet being haunted by his absence, only to later learn about said brother and become knowingly haunted by the complete absence of him.
