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Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Halas, married to the martyred journalist Alaa Al-Dahdouh. My journalist wife works for the Watan News Agency and we had a beautiful child named Karam. The real disaster began on Wednesday, May 31, 2024, when my wife, my child and I were surprised by a huge missile that fell on us and exploded in the place where we were, targeting the house we fled to and other neighboring houses
. At that moment, my journalist wife Alaa hugged our child Karam to protect him from the hell of the missile, but she turned into pieces and died immediately. My child Karam and I miraculously escaped certain death when the pressure of the missile threw me a long distance, which resulted in me being injured by numerous shrapnel and multiple injuries that led to severe fractures in my leg and damage to the nerves in my hand and foot and various shrapnel in different parts of my body
. My wife is a journalist covering the crimes of genocide against defenseless civilians in the Gaza Strip. With the intensification of the bombing and the scarcity of food and water, my wife and I struggled daily to secure food for our only child Karam, who was also suffering from severe fear because of The brutal bombing of the Gaza Strip.
Now after the disaster that befell my family, I need your generous support to overcome my ordeal and pay for my treatment and surgeries. I need several surgeries outside the Gaza Strip that cost a lot of money, and I am in dire need of your tears and support.
I am confident that after reading my sad story, you will sympathize with me and share with me and will not leave me and my child Karam alone.
Donate to me or share my campaign with your friends to donate to me
No matter how small your donation is, it means to me a chance for me and my child to be treated and to stay safe.
Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!
I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,
sometimes you just have to say fuck my stupid baka life and move on
Maccabi Tel Aviv fans sing their genocide song under police protection in Amsterdam. The song they sing includes a part that says, "There are no schools in Gaza because there are no children left."
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Hello dear,,,,
My name is Marah Baalousha from Gaza.
Computer engineering student
I hope you are well . šµšø
I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them
Please, any donation makes a difference in our lives, and every reblog helps reach as many people as possible. š
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. .
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iām so so sorry i went to go research and sent you an ask instead of reblogging jt normally! itās a bit long but i hope itās okay
terukane history nerds i need your help (āε ā) what time period/place does it seem like kako and mirai come from ?? i need to figure it out to write a terukane fic im working on (dεdļ½o)
AIDAIRO YOU SNEAKY SON OF A GUN HE DIDNT EVEN GET TK GROW UP!!!! GIVE ME A SIGN YOURE GOIGN TO REDEEM YOURSELFā¦.
the one time he gets to grow up and nene isnāt by his sideā¦he probably remembered her too but never got to see her or hold her before he eventually forgot!!!! AIDAIRO STOP THIS MADNESS :(
bzzzt (bisexual disaster) : just a bee who is in multiple fandoms and enjoys sweet sweet fluff (i die for angst.) her/she (y) pronouns :)
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