Before the war, we lived in safety and comfort. I went to school and was interested in my studies. Thank God, I was always among the top students
Like any normal day, I was on my way to school to complete my studies and get closer to my dreams, and suddenly...
At exactly 6:30 in the morning, something happened that changed everything, destroyed our lives, demolished our homes, and snatched away our dreams💔.
It was war...😓
The war came and destroyed all our lives, we were displaced from our home and went to areas we never imagined we would reach and lived in tents winter and summer and carried hundreds of liters of water, whether salty or for drinking and we heard sounds that no human had ever heard before and in the absence of gas fire became our only way to cook if we had something to cook and everything in our lives became lines whether eating, drinking, moving, shaving everything that comes to your mind became suffering and extreme difficulty nothing comes easily
These are some pictures from the war, and each picture carries a story, suffering, and pain that no one can bear. We have not adapted to this, but we are forced to do so. Therefore, I ask you to donate to me and support me to escape from this endless predicament. You can donate through chuffed.👇🏻
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I am from the U.S. and am organizing this campaign of my friend Mohammed. 100% of the proceeds will go to him and his family. Please read hi
or through PayPal 👇🏻
Go to paypal.me/RawanMous and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
I am Dr. Darine, writing to you from the “Gaza concentration camp” sealed tight since the war began in 2023, a place that has swallowed our dreams and dignity, where days crawl under constant bombardment.
Even captivity was not enough for them they destroyed our home, the sanctuary that held my family, shared in our joys, and echoed with our laughter for decades. I am thankful that we were not inside and that my family survived, yet the pain of losing the place that held our lives and memories is unbearable.
And now, hunger tightens its grip. We are not numbers. We are human lives, struggling to endure war, displacement, and famine. Please share our story and help us survive. Every voice, every act of generosity, makes a difference. 🙏
New update 27th of July 2025
(This is what famine looks like.
We are st… ENASE ZAGOOT needs your support for Support DrDarine and Her Fami
Please, do not leave us alone… extend your hand to help, spread our voice, and support us before it is too late. Please continue to reblog and donate🙏.
liking a widely popular thing is a curse because i know too much now. i was reading a fic for an entirely different fandom but they started talking about batman comics and i went 😮🫵 batman! from my comics! but THEN they mentioned harley quinn even though the story is supposed to take place in the 70s and it pissed me off so bad i had to stop reading
i've been writing this oc/bucky fic thing for a MONTH APPARENTLY n i've only just gotten to 10K—HOW DO SOME PPL WRITE THIS MUCH IN DAYS
anyw if anyone would like to proofread pls lmk i've been overthinking it idk what it looks like anym nor if i love it n my friends r asleep or working ueueueueueue
Is there still anyone with a compassionate heart who can hear our silent cries?
Is there still someone in this world with a shred of humanity, wondering how we are surviving right now?
If you are one of them, please don’t turn away… reach out, take action, do whatever you can to save me and my family from death and hunger.
Death is drawing closer with heavy steps… hunger has torn through us, and our bodies have withered like autumn leaves.
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came…
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing…
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
hihi ! recently made this account for marvel and dc things. so i'm looking for some active mutuals that i can talk to and make friends with! i've been so marvel rotted that i'm actually running on ceilings .. like or follow and i'll follow back ! i look forward to meeting kewl people ✿
hi hiii !! i'm not that cool nor super active (in posting but i check in the app at least twice a day yk) but i've loved superheroes since my dad made me watch ‘iron man 2’ w him when i was like four or five do i count
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