I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
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Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
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I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is faci… Adam Bin Ali needs your support for Help Mohamad reunite his family
I know everybody already played Amnesia card a million times!
But hear me out, MK and Wukong going through his old stuff and he chooses to get into some old Journeys clothes just two check whether they fit or not and mk bumps into an artifact and thinking quickly he unintentionally kicks it to Monkey king but obviously Monkey King was distracted by his old clothes and afterward bam! Amnesia time! several days past whatever blah he's still " cursed" but in reality he's Faking It. he was restored a month ago, he definitely does feels bad for stressing the youngster his friends but he believes this is his only opportunity to be this near to macaque again, without yelling or fighting. and the only other person who knows he's Faking It is Sandy, yeah, he doesn't say anything until he and Monkey King are alone.
Cute/ sad /head Cannon/ scenario
What do you think? something he totally would do right?! LMAO😆✨
So we're all familiar with the trademark "Wukong and Mk side hug", right? Here's all of them:
So the first time Wukong hugged him like that was in the episode "Macaque". Which just so happens to be the only episode where Wukong and Mk had an argument.
An argument that Mk stormed away from.
Sound familiar? There's another time where Wukong got into an argument with someone and the other person stormed off:
But Wukong wasn't able to stop/go after him.
So the theory/observation is: What if Wukong hugs him like this because he's afraid Mk is going to leave him like Macaque did?
Every time Wukong hugs Mk like this, it's after an event that, in Wukong's eyes, should make Mk hate him.
First hug: Mk seeing him as a bad mentor and leaving him
Second hug: Mk not trusting Wukong after he messed up with Mei and the Samadhi Fire and leaving him
Third hug: Mk finding out what happened between Wukong, Macaque, and The Brotherhood and leaving him.
And every time, Mk proves him wrong by staying by his side.
The hug is Wukong's way of saying "okay he's still here with me. He doesn't think I'm a bad person. He's here."
I know people like to joke about nezha hating wukong but I let's be real nezha is probably the only person from wukong past that never hated him once
I think that shows when mk was feeling like he will just be in wukong way in the lady bone demon fight "I've known wukong for a long time he's not the loner he pretends to be he seems important to you so I can assume you're as equally important to him if he needs someone right now it's you" that's whole speech shows that nezha understand wukong he knows that wukong cares about mk and he knows wukong doesn't really want to be alone like he pretends he knows that wukong needs someone to have his back
and they way he jumped right in to help wukong even though he's injured and he reassure wukong that he got it even though he's not sure he can stop the jade emperor power but he reassure him anyway my point that nezha cares about wukong
Authors Note: This a fanfic from @awhphooey 's rottmnt separated au where each of the boys were raised found and raised separately - Donnie was raised by April and her parents, Leo was raised by Hueso, Mikey was raised by the Foot Clan, and Raph was raised by Big Mama. Definitely check out their au, it's very good! I hope you enjoy!
After everything that just happened, April and Donnie found themselves in their shared room. “Alright, alright,” Donnie went to his whiteboard, and wiped down all of his notes on possible improvements to Sheldon. Ooh, he’s gonna regret that later, April thought.
“So, up until now we’ve just kinda assumed that I was just a turtle that just happened to gain sentience and become humanoid. Now, I was never super satisfied with that but none of my research or blood and DNA testing ever came to any fruition.”
“What? DNA testing? How did you manage that?”
“I may have broken into a government property or two to find some forensic equipment.”
“Donnie!”
“That’s not important. What’s important is that we now have two new hypotheses to work under! We have the red one’s theory and the orange one’s!”
“What about that blue turtle?”
“First point, he was an asshole, so I don’t know how much I can trust what he has to say. Second point, you hit him hard enough with the pipe that he was knocked out so a concussion is entirely in the picture. Last point, he’s an idiot.”
April snorted.
“Do you remember their names at all? I can’t remember what they said.”
“You don’t remember their names? Dude, they dropped the biggest bombs on you and you barely remember them?”
“Scoff. I remember them plenty. There was the really big one who just kinda looked confused, the energetic loud one who kept doing flips and handstands, and the one who tried to kill me. I just had other ”
April rolled her eyes. “Big guy, Raphael, Loud guy, Michelangelo, Snarky guy, Leonardo.”
“Huh. Those aren’t the names I expected. Nevermind that!” He turned around to the whiteboard, and divided that. “Ignoring the theory of being biologically to a guy who resembles a human skeleton, we have two possible theories.”
“Are human skeletons really that different from turtles?”
Donnie shuttered, “Yes. I don’t want to talk about that. Anyhow! There is Raphael’s Yokai theory and Michelangelo’s Mutant theory. Yokai are not actually a new concept, but a type of creature in Japanese folklore. It is a bit hard to figure out which aspects of Yokai are real and are just legend, but we can assume that they come in a vast variety of types. That would put more doubt, but the turtle form of Yokai was actually quite prevalent. However! It seems unlikely to me that we would be so many different kinds of turtles. It would make sense for there to be more similarities if we were biologically related.
On the other hand, there is Michaelangelo’s theory of mutants. Recently, there have been a string of mutants forming with a combination from another species of animal. If we just happened to be separate types of turtles connected to the same human DNA, then that would explain the differences. But the instances can only be traced back to about a month ago, and obviously the mutation would have had to happen over a decade ago.”
Donnie went on like this for a while before April interrupted him, “Woah, woah, woah. How are you not freaking out more about this? I’m freaking out about this!”
He looked up at his frantic writing on his whiteboard. “What part of this looks like the work of a sane person?”
“No not that Dee! You have brothers now! You have a whole family that we’ve never met before!”
“Why would that matter?”
“Because, you have a family now! People who can actually understand and help you! Why aren’t you focusing on that?”
“Oh. Should I be?”
“Yes, you should be! You just don’t get it,” She turned away from him and curled up into a ball.
Donnie sighed and dragged his hand down his face. Emotions, he could never understand them. He sat down next to her. “You know I’m terrible with processing how I’m supposed to be feeling April, but I just met these people. You must give me some time.”
“...”
“Or you could just tell me why you're so upset over this whole thing, and we can stop wasting time.”
She peered up at him, “Don, you’re literally my only friend. Now that you met your actual family, I’m going to be left in the dirt again. How many times have I gotten left in the dirt because I wasn’t someone’s best friend. Always the baggage someone didn’t want to deal with. Now that you have actual brothers, you’re just going to leave me just like everyone else. Why are you pretending like that’s not going to happen?”
Donnie laid a comforting hand on April, “I think that might actually be the stupidest thing that I have ever heard.”
She knocked his hand off. “Not helping.”
“Do you think I’m going to care about those idiots I just met more than you? You’re the one that found me and brought me home. You’re the one that accepted me as a brother. You’re the one that encouraged me to build Sheldon. You’re the person who accepts me even when everyone gets annoyed when I don’t understand others' emotions.”
“I mean, yeah but I’m sure they can understand you better than I can.”
“Who cares? You are April O'Neil, and my sister. I could never care about anyone more than I care about you.”
“Aww,” April leaned against him. “You’re just a big old softie.”
“Just don’t let anyone know. Got to keep up my bad boy reputation.”
“Sure Donnie. Whatever makes you happy.”
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“Dad, Dad!” Leo bursts through the secret wall of their restaurant. “Why did you never tell me that I was adopted?”
Hueso, who was in the middle of trying to seat a customer, looked deadpan at his son. “I am busy right now Leo. Why don’t you go upstairs and bother someone else, hm?”
“No, I’m serious, Dad! I just met my brothers, which apparently I have brothers! You should have told me!”
Hueso excused himself from the customer, and gave Leo his full attention. “Why don’t we bring this upstairs, hm?”
“Fine,” Leo mumbled. They headed upstairs to where their private living space was. “So?”
“I kind of thought it was obvious. I mean,” he vaguely gestured to both of them.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Pepino. I am a skeleton. You are a turtle.”
“What’s your point?”
“Oy vey. Why did you think I called it adoption day instead of birthday?”
“I don’t know, I just thought you were weird.”
“Yes, I’m clearly the weird one. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
Leo flopped onto the couch, “Ok so I was looking around, just minding my own business, when I spotted this guy being like super shaddy, so I decided it would be best to apprehend him.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Look in my defense, he was covered head to toe in dark clothing and was clearly looking for something. You can’t blame me for swooping in.”
“...Is this that vigilante thing?”
“How did you know that I’m the Blue Blur?!”
“...Was it not obvious?”
“Anywho, I valiantly fought the intruder-”
“You were also intruding.”
“Do you want to hear the story or not?” Hueso motioned for him to continue, “So then his partner knocked me out. Once I woke up, all three were there! I’ve never met anyone who looked like me before, and now there were three of them!”
“Three what?”
“Turtles! We looked a little different, and none of them had my rugged good looks, but we did look similar. And Mikey started saying things about how this made sense because our Mystic Energy was similar or something. And then they were saying that you weren't my real dad, but Lou freaking Jitsu.”
“That action star you like?”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know how that even makes any sense. Why would someone put movie star DNA in turtles?”
Hueso looked over at Leo, who had pulled his legs up in a little hug. He was constantly putting on a face of confidence, and he was good at it. No one usually would be able to really tell when he’s acting or not. But Hueso hasn’t seen him look so vulnerable since he was a hatchling. “What is wrong, mijo? I thought that you would have been actually, I don’t know, excited to have Lou Jitsu be your father?”
Leo sighed, “He’s not you. I’d rather have you.”
Hueso smiled and put an arm around him, “I’m still your Dad, Leo. No matter where you came from, I still picked you that day and decided to raise you. Nothing is going to erase all of the tantrums you threw as a tike or the headaches you gave me. Even if these brothers are going to be in your life now, I’ll still be here.”
Leo surged forward and wrapped his arms around him. “Thanks,” he mumbled into his shirt.
“Now, why don’t I get some pizza from downstairs, and we watch some of those space movies you like so much?”
“But I thought you didn’t like them?”
He kissed Leo on the forehead, “Anything for you tonight, pepito. I’ll be right back.”
Casey was minding her own business, organizing and cleaning the various Foot Clan weapons, when she was assaulted by an orange blur. “Mikey! Get off!”
“Cass! I missed you! You’re never going to guess what just happened?”
“You decided to get some brownies as a thanks to your sister for not impaling you for attacking a trained warrior?”
“Pfft, no. Don’t be silly. I found out I have brothers!”
“Did you find any small children? We could successfully raise some children to be glorious warriors for the clan! Or sacrifices I suppose.”
He jumped off of her, “No, they're like other turtle mutants. Hold on, I took pictures.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his pictures. None of the other turtles seemed particularly happy that their pictures were getting taken, all seemingly looking confused and surprised. As much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t deny the resemblance there.
“Are you sure that they’re your brothers? For all you know it could be a trick.”
“Yeah, even if they were in costumes or something, their mystic energy is too similar to mine to be a mistake.”
“Well you should be careful, little brother. Even now they could be working to overturn our plans.”
Mikey rolled his eyes, “What plans? It’s not like Uncle Rob and Maurice tell us anything.”
“They know what’s best for us! I’m sure that its all part of their grand plan.”
“Fine, but I seriously doubt that they could be doing anything like that. I mean, they didn’t even know what a mutant was.”
“Ha, idiots of the lowest caliber! Clearly unworthy of your attention! As your sister, I advise that you put them out of your mind and never see them again.”
The smile dropped off of Mikey’s face. “What’s with you? I’d thought you’d be happy for me.”
Casey gripped the glave that she was cleaning and with a scream, lunged at Mikey.
“Woah!” Mikey quickly dodged. “Casey what the heck!” Mikey grabbed a sickle and started swinging back. They spared for a little while, until Mikey was able to hook his sickle around the glave and pull it out of Casey’s hands. “What was that about?”
“I’m protecting my family! I’m not going to let some weird turtles take my family from me.”
“By trying to kill me?!”
“The plan may not have been thought out.”
“...Wait? Are you jealous?”
“What? Me, jealous. As if. I don’t need a soap opera family reveal in my life.”
“Suuuuure.”
She punched him in the arm. “Shut up.”
“I guess it was a bit of a big thing to drop on you. Come on, I’ll make it up to you, let's play a game of death hockey.”
Raphael threw himself into the rhythm of hitting the punching bag. He was lucky that he had enough training to be doing so good in the Battle Nexus. That allowed for him to be able to get his own room, a luxury that few gladiators in the Battle Nexus get. He has his one space, and even gets to leave occasionally.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
So why wasn’t he feeling very grateful? He trusted Big Mama, she always knows what’s best for him. She always knows everything. She knew that Lou Jitsu was his human DNA? So how didn’t she know that he has brothers?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He’s not stupid, he knows that Big Mama made a good amount of money lying and deceiving people, as much as he wishes that it was different. But thought he was different, that she wouldn’t lie to him. Right?
Bam!
He knocked the punching bag off of the rig. He sighed and laid down on his bed. He was excited to have brothers, he’s never had any before! But what does all of this mean? And will they even like him? Hopefully they won’t hate him when they find out that he’s a gladiator.
He got up and started to get ready to go to sleep. He could already tell it was going to be a long night.
