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. 🙏
Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔
Over the past few days, I asked for your help to cover Eid expenses and to buy medication for my parents. Yesterday, we experienced a very nearby airstrike that caused significant damage, including damage to our tent.
We are living with fear every moment. Every minute feels uncertain, and the war has never truly ended. The situation continues to worsen, and I could lose my life at any moment.Please do not forget my family and loved ones. Any support you can provide, even to help us repair the damage, would mean so much to us. We urgently need your help.These are some photos showing the damage and the area that was bombed. Please support and help us in any way you can. We need everything.😭💔
My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
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Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔
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
Hello my friends,My name is Bilal Ahmad.I am reaching out to you as a citizen of Gaza who is suffering from severe injuries and critical health conditions that threaten my life every day. I sustained a serious injury to my eye and urgently need another surgery to save me from the risk of permanent blindness.
In addition, I have a disability in my left hand. Most critically, I suffer from a severe abdominal injury that has greatly damaged my intestines, leaving them unable to function properly. My condition continues to worsen, and the danger to my life increases with each passing day.
Given the current situation in Gaza, it is no longer possible for me to receive the complex medical treatment I urgently need in a safe and complete manner. After God, my only hope is your support and kindness.
I humbly ask for your help. Please be the light of hope that allows me to reach Egypt and receive the medical treatment I desperately need in its hospitals so that I may recover and regain my health.
Please hear my voice and give me a chance to receive treatment and a humanitarian opportunity to pass through. Even a small donation can make a difference and help cover my medical care.
Thank you in advance for your generosity, compassion, and support. I am deeply grateful for any help you can provide.
It's finished!! I can't believe it's done!! Thank you very much to my friends and mutuals who dealt with me making this and constantly talking about it for 3 months XD
And super thank you to @maratheghost @ctutj @bigmanvanta and @styrofauxm for taking interest in it :D
It should be up by 12PM Central Daylight Time, if everything goes right! And hopefully it does
And here's the thumbnail art because I am so cool and awesome
I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and ignores it while my wife is in intensive care fighting for her life. Please, there is no time donate and share now.
My wife is in the intensive care unit and her condition is very critical. Her blood level is dangerously low, and she urgently needs another surgery. There is no time.
I am watching her weaken in front of me day after day, and I am completely helpless to save her. The fear of losing her is killing me every moment.
The costs of treatment and surgery are beyond our ability. Please do not leave us alone. Donate or share any support could save her life.
A full day has passed without any donations reaching us, and we are in urgent need of any support right now… We have no choice but to wait, hoping that something arrives to save what remains.
wanna hang out [remembers it's rude to put expectations on people] it's cool if not [remembers people like to know they're wanted] but I'd really like it if you did [remembers selfishness is bad] we can do whatever you want though [remembers that handing someone a blank canvas isn't as effective as providing a suggestion to bounce ideas off of] like sucking each others fingers for example
How does one even go about telling someone you use neo pronouns. I get nervous just telling people I use they/them in combo with he/him. Most the time I don't even tell people that, I just get called he, which is fine.
Like. What. Terrifying subject actually. Especially because I don't know if this new person is a safe person! And once I do know if they're safe, what if they're weird about me using neos? Genuinely don't think I've been my full self around anyone but my Mom's family and my boyfriend. No one knows. Hey yeah!!! Guys!!! I'm a transgender, bisexual, ace, therian & furry who goes by he/they/bug and you can also call me Clay or Bug! Whatever yk?? ID GET STARED AT LIKE A FREAK. Which, I suppose to them, I am.
DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE BULLSHIT I'M INTO! :] Got a whole load of weird looks for just mentioning I liked anime while on my group nature walk! I didn't even want to talk about it, I was questioned into it by one of the group leaders!
Most people I meet figure out I'm actually a weird freak once they get my socials, and hell if I let them get those.
you just kinda do it. people are either gonna fuck with it (well adjusted and actually cool people) or are going to hate you and think you’re weird (not worth hanging out with anyways) so like. thug it out
Hate to see a transmasc egg thinking he needs permission to be a boy. If you want to be a boy, just do it. “But what if I don’t experience enough dysphoria?” Doesn’t matter. I didn’t ask if being a girl makes you miserable, I asked if being a boy makes you happy.
You don’t need an endless list of reasons to transition, you can transition just because you want to. You can transition just to have a deeper voice, just to have facial hair, just to use a different name, just to kiss boys in a gay way. It literally doesn’t matter. Do what makes you happy and fuck all the rest or whatever that gay little twink said in little miss sunshine.
this is what transmedicalism fundamentally fails to understand. transitioning doesn’t inherently require you to hate yourself. if you’re happier as something or someone else, you shouldn’t have to fulfill the requirement of being miserable beforehand.
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