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:
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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.
The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,
I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .
I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.
I am Abd Ahmed from Gaza. I am trying to help my family to live. We do not have any means of livelihood, and life here is expensive. We cann
The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,
I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .
I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.
I am Abd Ahmed from Gaza. I am trying to help my family to live. We do not have any means of livelihood, and life here is expensive. We cann
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.
Summary: Joaquin has invited his best friends to watch the Mexico vs England match.
A/N: it's been ages since my last fic, but inspiration has struck. Do I care about sports? Not really. Do I understand soccer? Obviously not, but my country (Mexico) was one of the hosts this year and has been chosen as the best host by Mexican and international audiences alike so I couldn't really escape the World Cup this year and here we are!
Joaquin was double checking making sure everything was perfect. Snacks and food? Ready. Drinks? Both beers and sodas filled the mini fridge he had gotten for the night. Seats? The big couch was ready and in front of the big TV they had at the complex. Everything seemed to be ready for the night Joaquin would be hosting for his friends, yet he felt the need to triple check his mental list.
“You sure I can leave you kids alone” Sam said in a teasing tone that somehow also transmitted a hint of worry “I don’t want you guys to faint over these” and by guys he meant Joaquin.
“Everything’s cool man” Joaquin said “have a good night with Bucky. You haven’t seen him in a while, we’ll be fine.” Joaquin assured him while he opened the mini fridge again, almost as if the drinks would suddenly disappear.
“Right” Sam replied “just don’t drink too much. We have training tomorrow and I’m not changing the schedule or going soft on you because you’re hungover.”
“Since when do I complain on training?” Joaquin said “there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Fine. Don’t stay up too late.”
Sam left and Joaquin was left alone with his thoughts. He wanted the night to be perfect, he had invited Johnny, Bob and Peter to watch the game and he knew his new friends weren’t big soccer fans. Johnny had straight up said he preferred other sports and while he understood it, he didn’t really care for it; Bob had played as a child, but slowly lost interest and stopped playing and watching it; and Peter hadn’t kept up with any sports since he put his Spiderman life before his own. Joaquin saw this as a perfect opportunity to share his love for the sports with his friends and have a great night with them instead of watching the game in a crowded bar surrounded by strangers, therefore he wanted everything to be perfect.
“What’s up Torres?” Johnny yelled. Bob and Peter walking behind him.
“What…How did you guys get in?” Joaquin said from his spot in the middle of the room “I thought you guys would be here later.”
“Sam let us in” Bob told him “he was on his way out, he said it’d be good for you to see us and that you looked close to a nervous breakdown.”
“Yeah…I wouldn’t say that just getting everything ready for the night.” Joaquin said.
“Speaking of that” Johnny handed Joaquin the bag he had been carrying “Ben’s lasagna. The best lasagna in the world if I do say so myself.”
“And brownies” Bob said “Yelena insisted just in case we crave anything sweet at some point.”
“Guys! I told you I was hosting and in charge of everything” Joaquin reminded them.
“Yeah, but Ben insisted, said I couldn’t show up empty handed” Johnny dismissed him “the family says hello by the way.”
“I didn’t bring anything” Peter said almost apologetically “I was so busy this week with school and the normal patrol nights…”
“Peter is fine” Joaquin assured him “I just wanted to have a fun night with you guys. Don’t worry.”
“Who are we rooting for today?” Peter asked, making his way to turn the TV on.
“Mexico obviously” Joaquin replied pulling the zipper down to show his jersey off.
“Are they any good?” Johnny inquired while sitting the furthest from the mini fridge.
“Are they…Are they any good?” Joaquin said almost offended “have you not seen any of the matches so far?”
By the faces his three friends pulled alone Joaquin got his answers, but Bob confirmed his suspicions with a “No I can’t say I have.”
“Mexico’s team this year is on fire!” Joaquin stared speaking excitedly, a huge smile on his face “so far they haven’t lost a game. They got this kid Gilberto Mora, he’s just seventeen and already playing in this stage he’s one of the best surprises this year and the teamwork is through the roof...”
Bob, Johnny and Peter quickly looked at each other, they couldn’t help but smile at Joaquin’s excitement. It made them happy to see his friend like this as he continued to speak about everything he knew about this year’s roster.
“I’m telling you guys this year we have such a dream team. Quiñones has done such an incredible job so far. I’m just so excited for tonight’s game.”
The game had been an incredible one. It wasn’t Joaquin’s desired outcome, but during a good chunk of the match, especially at the end the four men held their breath almost as if they couldn’t move. The mini fridge had been raid and almost all the food had been eaten.
Joaquin couldn’t hold back his tears anymore as he saw the Mexican players greet the fans in the stands and cried while they said goodbye to the stadium and said their goodbye to the tournament.
“It was an amazing game, Joaquin” Peter was the first one to speak, an arm around his friend.
“It was amazing…for soccer” Johnny said trying to lift the mood up. Joaquin faintly smiled.
“Yeah, the best match of the cup so far…I just” Joaquin agreed “I really hoped they’d go further.”
“It is a pretty strong team. They gave a good fight” Johnny said trying to lift his friend’s mood up in a different way.
“Please, you looked like a kicked puppy right now” Johnny said with his usual teasing tone he usually kept for Reed “plus we’re staying the night this is a sleepover now.”
Joaquin smiled at his friend, a few rogue tears still streaming down his cheeks. This one had been his favorite match so far, even if the outcome wasn’t the one he wanted or hoped for because he got to live it with his best friends.
A/N: si son de México perdón por recordarles lo que pasó el 5 de julio
No mamen este fue el primer mundial que no pude escapar del fútbol porque una de mis amigas no paraba de publicar sobre eso y la gente que sigo en twitter también hablaba mucho de los partidos y aunque no ví ningún partido lograron que me encariñara con el equipo.
Esto no significa que voy a empezar a ver fútbol o algo así porque genuinamente no llama mi atencion pero esperaré que se vuelva a juntar la selección como una boyband.
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.
