This is my mother preparing bread despite the war and bombing everywhere 😔💔
I hope you can help me, I want her to be fine 😔
Thank you very much my friends🙏🙏
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So as Pride Month closes out, I'll say this. If I haven't said it before. I'll now say it loud and proud.
I am a non-binary pansexual demiguy with he/they pronouns. So let me break that down.
So I do feel masculine in certain ways, but mostly I do not feel like I am firmly 100% a man. Because I don't act traditionally masculine, I don't like traditionally masculine things like sports, cars and all that jazz, and overall I've always just sorta... done my own thing. So I sort of decided that I would present that I am a non-binary demiguy. I don't know if that's really enough of a prerequisite to consider myself these things, but it just feels more right to say that I am these things rather than just saying "I'm a man". Also, I don't know if considering myself a non-binary demiguy is like the equivalent of someone saying "Chai Tea" or "Na'an bread" but yeah.
I also am pansexual, meaning that I am attracted to all genders. So that means I am attracted to men, women, non-binary, transgender, genderfluid, genderflux, a-gender, two-spirit, pangender, genderqueer, third gender, and what have you. So basically everyone.
I was able to discover this part of me as of early last year through a very dear friend of mine, @smilkyshake and I cannot thank them enough for the help.
the short trans men hear you. the trans men with bottom growth—or who are post-phalloplasty—hear your bad jokes about small dicks. the trans men undergoing hrt who are losing their hair hear you talk shit about bald spots.
also, hot take, you should care about not hurting random cis men in addition to not hurting trans men. like just because some guy is being an asshole online doesn’t mean the thousands of young boys reading your comments about someone with their same acne deserved it. i don’t care what your reason is, even if you think someone is bad enough to warrant being bullied, who gave you permission to hurt the innocent bystander?
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I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.
My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.
This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.
A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.
We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.
It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.
My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your contributions will help us secure safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life.
Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.
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I am Ahmed Al-Nabih from Gaza, and this is my twin brother Abdul Rahman. I am 30 years old. I used to live a beautiful life with my family and my brother. The idea of marriage was on the table and we were going to continue our lives in our beautiful house, but something happened like a nightmare. The war came and took all our dreams and destroyed our house. Our lives became very difficult and arduous. We lived in tents. In the extreme heat, my mother suffers from chronic diseases, heart disease, blood pressure, and diabetes. Please help me save my family and my elderly mother. I ask for your support and participation. A small donation makes a difference. I have only collected 683 euros in about five months! Thank you all!🙏❤️
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Picture before and after the war💔
Me and my twin brother before the war, when our lives were beautiful and stable💔
This is my beautiful mother before the war, when we lived in peace and stability💔
This is my mother, who is 61 years old in the war and suffers from chronic diseases such as blood pressure, heart and diabetes. Due to the lack of medicine and the difficult life we live in the open and in tents, her health condition has worsened.🥹🚨🕥
My picture of war and difficult life in the open💔
Now we live here in tents and in extreme heat, without the slightest necessities for life💔
hello triple a game studio. it is the steam summer sale, one of the biggest steam sales of the year, and you have only put your video games on sale for 15-20% off. dangling above you right now is a safe tied with a fraying rope. there is no test. die
someone i met at forrests cafe a few months ago saw me working on laikas comet and asked what it was. we talked for awhile and she was super nice and we became friends! she plays pokemon too so we exchanged pokego friend codes and talked about comics and games and stuff.
she later came back and told me she had read the whole comic and was asking me about it and then asked if i had a favorite expression of mars' to draw. and i thought it was like related to the comic so i said 'yknow i love to draw them smiling, though its sad they havent smiled much yet in the comic! they will eventually though.'
she asked oh - do you have any drawings so i can see? and i was like absolutely!! so i showed her some, we talked about other stuff and i forgot it happened other than i was just glad to have hung out again.
flash forward to today... and she ran up to me with like anhuge smile and was like i have someone for you!!!! and i was like ? and then she handed me mars 😭 the attention to detail is just like... so insane. they have pawpads. you can run your hand throuhh the hair? the stars are made of a special yarn that glows in the dark... this is genuinely one of the nicest things anyones ever done for me im like kind of speechless
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