Priya !!

webtoon & jjk fanatic

[sugusoneandonly]

IKIGAI - stsg x reader (1)

CURSE !! Geto x Satoru Gojo x Reader

cw :: pure fluff ; angst ?? semi-canon compliant // does not follow logic tm. imagined as fem!reader but gender neutral pronouns. swearing. infidelity (everyone ends up loving each other). ass writing. poly. inspired by various artists works and comics revolving curse!sorcerers and reformed geto!! i will try and hunt the main sources down when i find time :)

Gojo stares at the entity before him, unsure how to react anymore. His ex-…ex-….best friend, love? The lines of their relationship were blurred but, what was clear as day was the burning passion between him and Suguru Geto. He’d witnessed his soul shine, dim, deflect, and even die twice by his own hands. Now, he reappears before him, distorted in all the dark and twisted ways that he could be, yet still so beautiful.

His inky black hair, now a void of any warmth or love., spills like a broken pen. His skin…while most curses had a tattered, greened, molded, whatever physical manifestations of hurt could exist, tinge to them, Suguru didn’t. No, Suguru’s skin was ghastly pale, like porcelain so fragile like it could shatter with even the slightest breath. Similar to how he was once, and shatter he did.

The eyes of Geto are concealed by a blindfold just like Gojo’s, his mouth tinged like the blood dripping from his head during his final moments and somehow… normal compared to most curses. As if humanity been spared to him some.

Gojo parted his mouth, still wondering what to say, and if Geto would even understand it if he did. But Geto cut him to the chase.

A garbled “Satoru” had escaped the curses makeshift mouth. Gojo stumbled back, the strongest set back by the simple strangled utter of his name. Geto hovered closer, to him. “Suguru…you..” Gojo still rendered speechless. Gojo tried to walk away, testing his limits. To most sorcerers guesses, Suguru simply followed, growling at the tree branch poking out and barely grazing Gojo.

Gojo’s head was spinning, running at the speed of light, flashes of ifs and whats gripping onto him one after another. Somehow, a year after the defeat of Sukuna, and 2 after Kenjaku’s, Gojo had found the closest thing to peace he could. He had gotten married, to you. Sweet you with the warm eyes and shining smile. Sweet you who had held the weight of the strongest when he no longer could. Sweet you who….he somehow felt the brighter side of Suguru in. But now, Suguru’s back…one way or another, however one saw it, suguru was back. Perhaps not Suguru Geto the sorcerer, or Suguru Geto the “traitor”, but Suguru Geto his best friend and worldlessly more.

You only ever caught rare glimpses of Suguru at first, back in your high-school days. you were year below the trio. You’d admired him, maybe even found him pretty. But he didn’t know you. Until a few months in when you’d grown close to Shoko, getting occasional head pats and a soft smile from him. His warm hand resting a little longer than ones normally would, gliding down the round of your head and smoothing the stray hairs down and simultaneously doing the same to your heart. But, he’d never know that, and honestly, stupid you hardly did either.

After his defection, you and Gojo grew close with the common ground of broken hearts, the torn strings of them bonding together with the others.

Gojo didn’t know what to do. For the first time, he didn’t know what to do. For the first time, he could choose what to do without telling anyone yet. No elders to order him, no Yaga to lecture him.

You weren’t supposed to be home yet, for the next hour or so which gave him barely enough time to try and figure out what to do. But, when he opened the door to your shared house, a whiff of cozy aromatic scents smacked him in the face. You were home.

Hearing the door click, you skipped over to Gojo with a grin on your face, still unaware to the entity looming behind him. Just as you were about to jump into his arms, you were forced back with a repulsing shove followed by a garbled hiss.

From your sat position on the floor, you look up dazed. You see him, the new version of Geto. Your mouth parts, fear, shock, and curiosity conjuring in your eyes. Gojo could only shakily bend down to lift you up.

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[sugusoneandonly]

im so sick of these remarried empress 2.0s can we switch it up and make the woman infiltrate the palace as usual break up the emperor and empress and then switch up and seduce the empress instead pls. We’re not getting creative enough yall…

[sugusoneandonly]

Kay but homewrecker suguru whos gojo’s first love that vanished and spawned again and whisked gojo away from you and sees you as less than him for a minute but because hes BIG and greedy he wants you next too. How yummy. You could be wearing gojo’s jacket. Hes jealous so he takes it. Then he sees you cold, and puts his jacket on you. Sighhh so dreamy. Even better if it non gender … like…idk what its called itd 1 am but geto so yes he could pull off heels and lace better than you but still thinks your hotter in it.

[sugusoneandonly]

Omfggg imma make a fic atp but i was reading those webtoons and the MC’s rival is just wreaking havoc on her life but somehow its just so fucking hot and i wish they’d have their own real enemies to lovers. And all i could think of was suguru geto’s evil hot ass.

You who fully joined the friend group later in life

Suguru who was abroad

Suguru comes back, he wants your man—or, his man back. Suguru always gets what he wants. And best believe the crew lovesss this man cause who wouldn’t and side with him. Sweet smiles and sympathetic eyes saying it wasn’t you, they’re just meant to be—you’ll find someone “better!” Like someone trying to coax a hazard out of a child’s hand.

MC who withdraws herself from the group, division one peace protector. Unanswered calls, texts, hell even their dms have inquiries about you when they post.

Suguru realizes you’re quite stressful. Hm.

Suguru goes through old boxes. A polaroid. You two weren’t that close before he left, but you weren’t non-existent. Your lips on his cheek, not really a kiss, but you were grinning bold against him.

Suguru hums, intrigued. He didn’t remember this much. Perhaps it was one of those days where the group found themselves delirious after a long day.

Suguru whos sososoooo toxic as a rival, competitor, opponent.

But he can be soososo soft as a friend, a lover, a connection.

Suguru who finds himself at…your doorstep? When he found himself spiraling. Not Satoru’s, not Shoko’s, yours. You were close enough to bother, but not too close you would be burdened.

Suguru who ends up becoming the burdened upon discovery of your should be forbidden lifestyle. Chicken nuggets and ramen for dinner …oh the horror. Wheres the greens?

You look up at him, bewildered. Hm. You looked up at him. When did that become a thing again? Perhaps he stood so far he never noticed.

He leans down subconsciously, wondering if your lips on him would seal the storm brewing in him.

You stared confused, meeting his amethyst eyes. Curiously you put your hand on him. Does he have a fever? Is he letting you slap him as revenge? He laughs, deep and warm. Taking whatever it was you’d give him, resting his weight on you. Giving instead taking.

He forgot you weren’t Satoru. Poor you, topples over, “uff!” And now youre caged beneath him. He can only frown, picking you up and settling you back on his lap, on the little green carpet on your floor. You smell it now, the liquid courage seeping through him.

But he does nothing, resting his head on your collarbone. Mumbling a sorry, he’ll give back everything he took from you. He’s a thief, but he’s not greedy.

Your lips are chapped. He squints, rummaging his bag for his ridiculously expensive tinted lip salve and putting some on you. He squints again…giggling. “It looks like I kisses you..”

Suguru wakes up. You’re not there. That’s okay. He always said if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. “What a lazy girl” he huffs as he prepares to make his dreams come true.

Suguru Geto could be my webtoon rival and i’d fall for him instead.

Holy 2 am ramblings.

[sugusoneandonly]

Kay but homewrecker suguru whos gojo’s first love that vanished and spawned again and whisked gojo away from you and sees you as less than him for a minute but because hes BIG and greedy he wants you next too. How yummy. You could be wearing gojo’s jacket. Hes jealous so he takes it. Then he sees you cold, and puts his jacket on you. Sighhh so dreamy. Even better if it non gender … like…idk what its called itd 1 am but geto so yes he could pull off heels and lace better than you but still thinks your hotter in it.

[tiramisooooh]

nanamin for his birthday :D

[lacedbykami]

⊹ ࣪ ˖౨ৎ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮 <𝟑

𐙚. get used to being manhandled 24/7; though not in the way that you think. gojo will toss you over his shoulder, throw you onto beds, pull you into his hugs like you're weightless — because to him, you are. meanwhile, suguru is more deliberate: one hand at the small of your back, guiding you through a crowd, pulling you into his lap like you were always meant to be there.

𐙚. having full fashion shows in your shared walk in closet; toru insists on rating your outfits like a chaotic fashion critic (“9/10, would die for you in that.”), while suguru just watches from the ottoman with a lazy smirk and says, “You know what you’re doing.”

Bonus: they both model for you if you ask.

𐙚. having your lip combo swiped off your lips as soon as you put it on; toru's the type to kiss you right as you finish applying gloss, smearing it just so he can say “Oops.” Suguru kisses the corner of your mouth, wipes it away with his thumb, and says, “You didn’t need it anyway.”

𐙚. Gojo sends you selfies from every mirror he passes; Public bathroom mirrors, elevator mirrors, cursed object glass cases — if he can see his reflection, he’s posing. Suguru? He just takes photos of you when you’re not looking. His gallery is 90% candids you didn’t know he took.

𐙚. they treat your body like art; satoru's will grab your hips and say, “you know I live here, right?” while suguru is kissing the stretch marks on your thighs like he’s reading scripture.

𐙚. suguru is obsessed with your skincare routine: watches you do it, asks about every product, even helps apply your oils and butters. “you smell like heaven,” he murmurs into your neck while he wraps his arms around your plush middle. gojo steals your body butter. daily.

𐙚. your bonnet collection is a household treasure; toru will wear one just to match you (its always the hello kitty one dont ask him why he likes it sm) suguru will help tie your scarf if your arms are tired. bedtime turns into a ritual — oils, silk, kisses, and being pulled between both of them as they mumble goodnights into your skin.

[sugusoneandonly]

To the haunting adeline defenders, the “dark” romanticists, i just want you to rq think of the victims of actual ab*se and r*pe and how they feel seeing their trauma become someones romanticized fantasy. Fight me all u want cancel me idcc. It’s one thing to do something wrong and another to know it’s wrong and continue to defend it. Bring back shaming. And no i don’t mean incorporating trauma in your story as a part of the plot..i mean making it..intentionally the whole plot and romanticizing it. Thanks.

Btw. Is it js me that kind of..grew to dislike like celeb x readers, mostly suggestive content? Like i wont even lie i used to condone it like not even a year ago but getting “older” (yes ik its barely been a year idk how else to describe it) it just feels strange and disrespectful to them. Yes this is their career, but really they still are people at the end of the day and have a whole team of producers they work with to decide the content they produce…and when others do it. Idk it just feels disrespectful and i’ve seen victims of parasocial relationships say they dont like it so it just puts it in a whole new perspective.

[nizaralmasre]

Hello, I am Nizar from Gaza. I apologize for bothering you. I am writing to you from under the bombardment. I am writing to you while we die a thousand times a day. I am writing with fear and tears never leaving me. With all shame, I ask for your support to save my family who are dying of hunger in the shadow of this war. The situation is unbearably difficult. I cannot even buy medicine for my injured father, or diapers for my disabled sister, Zein. I hope you will donate even a small amount to me, as it is a lifeline for my family. I will be grateful for any help you provide. I will not forget you💔🫂

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[jaafar-gaza04]

Hello my friend, my name is Jaafar from North Gaza, I am 24 years old, and finally after waiting for a whole year of killing, displacement, hunger, massacres and genocide against us, the time for a ceasefire has come, thank God we are still alive after all the exhaustion, and during the next week we will return to our homes in North Gaza, which was completely destroyed, unfortunately our area was completely and brutally destroyed and we have nothing left, neither a home, nor property, nor furniture, nor clothes, nor any other clothes, I know that returning to the north will be very painful and difficult due to the lack of the necessities of life, and we will start building our lives from scratch, but we are happy for the war to end.

Please 🙏, donate to my campaign to save my family, even a small amount will help us stabilize ourselves a little, and buy some supplies 🥹, I hope that God will protect your family and friends, thank you 🥰🩵

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[rolafamily]

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

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[sugusoneandonly]

Mmmm forget fighting villainess i need the love story between an emperors two concubines behind his back

[rlnk]

Too smart, too pretty, and definitely too close

art by @/chu-cho

wc. 1.3k

Gojo was extraordinary—skimming through classes like they were side quests, acing every test with minimal effort, and making it all look so easy. What was there to study when everything came so naturally to him? On top of that, he was absolutely adored by the teachers. His endless rants, as irritating as they were, left them in awe. After all, what other student grasped everything on the first try?

He was the top student for a reason.

Then, you transferred to his school and suddenly, everything changed.

You were slowly, yet surely, creeping up behind him—matching him score for score. While others flinched at his remarks, you met him head-on, snapping back at him. And you weren't just smart—you were sharp.

For the first time, Gojo wasn’t the only one the teachers praised. Suddenly, it was always you and Gojo—sitting together, constantly compared, constantly pit against each other like academic rivals. Apparently, to them, it was amusing to see the two of you bickering like a married couple.

And if he was being honest… it wasn’t just the teachers who had taken notice of you.

Everyone did.

You were friendly. Charismatic. The kind of person who effortlessly gathered people around you. Meanwhile, Gojo had his small circle—and he liked it that way. But you? You were orbiting everything.

Including Gojo. A little too much for his liking.

At first, it irritated him. How could someone like you waltz in and start shaking up his world? How were you always there—ready with a sharp remark, always matching his pace?

But then… mild irritation turned into something else. Something more persistent.

He started catching himself watching you in class. Noting the way your brows furrowed when you were deep in thought, the way your fingers tapped restlessly against your notebook when you got impatient, and the way you laughed—bright and easy—surrounded by people who gravitated to you like planets to a star.

It was infuriating.

Because the more he watched, the more he realized that he didn’t exactly hate it.

And that? That was the worst part.

You were always in his space—pushing up next to him to compare answers, cornering him after a test to discuss questions, and occasionally bumping into him during lunch with some ridiculously complex physics book clutched like a prize. (One of his books, actually.)

But no matter how much he told himself it annoyed him, Gojo just couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.

“It was just so fascinating,” you said, eyes practically sparkling, wild energy in your voice as you bounced on your feet—probably from the sheer mix of exhaustion and caffeine. You held up The Elegant Universe like it was some kind of treasure. “I actually… stayed up all night reading it. Thanks for lending it to me.”

Your grin was shy but knowing, like you knew how insane it sounded. You stepped slightly closer without realizing it, and suddenly, Gojo was very aware of how close you were.

The height difference meant he had to look down, and you had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. Barely a few inches of space between you. The only thing separating you was that stupid book.

He could feel your warmth. But all he could look at… were your lips. Shiny and parted slightly as you caught your breath. Oh god, had your lips always looked that glossy?

Gojo blinked.

What were you saying again? Right—the book. His book.

He’d lent it to you mostly on a whim, fully expecting you to take your time with it. He knew you were smart, sure—you always had some clever answer ready, always kept up with him—but this? He hadn’t expected you to devour the whole thing overnight.

Not many people could stomach the kind of dense, theoretical science he read for fun. But you? You’d eaten it up like it was nothing—and actually liked it.

When had he ever met someone who matched him like that?

And the worst part?

He loved that.

He scoffed, trying to recompose himself, shaking his head. “So… you lost sleep over the book I gave you?” His voice came out more amused than he intended, the smirk on his lips automatic.

He shoved his hands into his pockets—just to stop himself from doing something stupid. Like brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You shot him a grin and nudged him with your elbow, completely unaware of the chaos you were creating in his head. “You make it sound like you haven’t done the same.”

Damn. You got him there.

But even with your excitement, he could see the exhaustion plain on your face—your eyelids drooping, shoulders sagging, swaying slightly like the textbook in your hands was the only thing keeping you upright. And still… you were so unapologetically you.

He sighed.

You looked ridiculous. Endearing. Exhausted. Kind of like a sleep-deprived monkey that had stumbled into his space just to ramble about string theory.

Without thinking, he muttered under his breath, “Get some rest, nerd.”

You blinked up at him, thrown by the surprising gentleness in his voice. Your brow quirked. “Aw, is that concern I hear? You getting soft on me, Gojo?”

He tried to roll his eyes, but it didn’t quite land. Instead, he glanced away, jaw tightening like he’d just gotten caught doing something very uncool.

Maybe he should’ve kept quiet. Let you wander off—half asleep, rambling about quantum mechanics, blissfully unaware of how much space you’d started to take up in his head.

He had more books at home. Obscure ones. And the idea of you—sitting cross-legged on his bed, flipping through them with that same glint in your eye—made his throat go dry.

Would you be impressed by his collection? Would you run your fingers along the spines, reading titles under your breath like some kind of spell? Would you flop onto his bed like you owned the place, teasing him for alphabetizing them?

Oh no. Nope. Not going there—wait.

…What if it were more than just books?

His breath hitched.

What if you were sprawled across his sheets, legs tangled in his blanket, lazily flipping through another of his nerdy-ass physics books? What if your shirt slipped just enough to show that stupid collarbone he’d been obsessed with lately? You’d been wearing looser shirts lately—blaming the heat—and god, it was driving him insane.

Especially when you leaned closer beside him, practically gifting him a view of your collarbone… and more.

It was a miracle he hadn’t failed the last quiz.

What if you laughed at one of his dumb jokes again, shoved his shoulder, and the two of you stumbled onto his mattress? What if you climbed on top of him—smug, unbothered—with those glossy lips curved into a flirt so sharp it made his heart stutter.

What if you leaned in close—close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his mouth and murmured something like—

“So… you gonna offer me another book, or are you just gonna keep staring?”

Fuck.

His entire body tensed. His mind short-circuited. His gaze flicked to your lips again like they held the answer to some impossible equation.

And the worst part?

You sat beside him in every class. Every. Damn. Day. Shoulder-to-shoulder. Desk-to-desk. Grinning at him like you weren’t absolutely wrecking his sanity one teasing comment at a time.

Goddamn it.

His face flushed deep red, heat blooming up his neck like a fever. He couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think. His hands twitched uselessly in his pockets, desperate not to imagine what they’d be doing if even a fraction of that fantasy was real.

You tilted your head, squinting at him. “Dude. Did your brain just blue-screen or something? You okay?”

He coughed, suddenly snapping back to reality—dragging a hand through his hair and forcing a smirk. “Yeah. Fine. Just… visualizing the tragic end of your sleep schedule.”

You snorted. “Worried about me again? You’re getting really bad at hiding your love for me, Gojo.”

Before he could snap back with something halfway clever, you flashed him a cheeky grin and turned to walk off—raising the book in a lazy wave.

“Later, nerd.”

Gojo stood there, flushed, frozen, heart thudding against his chest like it wanted out.

Yeah.

He was so screwed.

[jaafar-gaza04]

Hello my friend, my name is Jaafar from North Gaza, I am 24 years old, and finally after waiting for a whole year of killing, displacement, hunger, massacres and genocide against us, the time for a ceasefire has come, thank God we are still alive after all the exhaustion, and during the next week we will return to our homes in North Gaza, which was completely destroyed, unfortunately our area was completely and brutally destroyed and we have nothing left, neither a home, nor property, nor furniture, nor clothes, nor any other clothes, I know that returning to the north will be very painful and difficult due to the lack of the necessities of life, and we will start building our lives from scratch, but we are happy for the war to end.

Please 🙏, donate to my campaign to save my family, even a small amount will help us stabilize ourselves a little, and buy some supplies 🥹, I hope that God will protect your family and friends, thank you 🥰🩵

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[sugusoneandonly]

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

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[shareeffamily]

Hello , I am Shareef Alamoudy, I am from Gaza married and have twins children Husam and Ahmed, five months old, they came after four IVF. My wife and I came to Egypt in June to do IVF and my wife got pregnant and we got stuck in Egypt after the war, I was an employee in Gaza and my wife was a math teacher and now we have no income, my twins was born in April and one of them (Ahmed) has heart holes, needs custody, a lot of treatments and costs, and now he needs special milk and medication.

I also have herniated disc, I cannot work hard in Egypt.

I need an operation that costs 2,000 euros.

I live in a rental apartment that costs me 200 euros a month.

I need a diaperes, milk and medicine for children that costs me 200 euros a month.

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I'd really appreciate it if you would share my donation campaign in your blog.

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[sugusoneandonly]

Guys i pinky pwomise i’ll start writing this weekend after finals (im lying i have a whole essay due soon chike me)

[sugusoneandonly]

Dear friends, 🌟

I hope this message finds you well. This is Mahmoud Jihad, hailing from Gaza. Recently, we experienced a devastating loss—our home 🏠, my university 🎓, and everything familiar is gone. Currently, my family and I are living in a flimsy tent 🏕️, struggling to get by. I was pursuing a degree in Information Technology and supporting my family, but now we're facing extremely difficult circumstances. 😔

We find ourselves trapped in Gaza amid massive destruction 🏚️, and winter has brought with it the biting cold 🥶. We urgently need your immediate help to get through these tough times. 😭 Every donation, regardless of size, can make a tremendous difference. Your support is a beacon of hope in these dark times. ✨

Our campaign is progressing slowly, and no one has donated to us so far. 🥹 We desperately need your urgent support to overcome this crisis.

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I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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