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I decided to make a personal blog/ask+Rp blog for my internet persona! Basically what I want people on here to think of when they think of me. Go check it out if you want.
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Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza
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In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.
Life Before the War: Memories of a Beautiful Home
Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.
The Loss of My Professional Dream and Life After the War
And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.
War's Toll on My Dreams and Future
The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.
Displacement and Uncertainty After the War
Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.
Rebuild Hope: A Call to Stand with Us
We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.
👉 https://gofund.me/e9f9ce20
Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.
With deepest gratitude,
Dr. Farhat's Family
save my children 🚨
Children are not to blame😔😔
"My three daughters, Fatima, Iman, and Nour, have known nothing but war and fear.
Every day, I watch their childhood slip away before my eyes. 😔 Fatima, though so young, carries a burden far heavier than her age. She tries to be strong for her sisters, but behind her little smile, her heart breaks 💔 with every sight of destruction around her.
Iman, who once dreamed of playing and laughing, now cries every night. 😢 Nothing can stop her tears, and nothing can hide her terror from the sounds of explosions outside. 💥
As for Nour, who barely knows what life means, she is surrounded by scenes of ruin instead of the colors of childhood. Amidst the rubble and devastation, I see her eyes asking me, 'Why?' 😔
I feel powerless every day. How can I protect them? How can I fill their small bellies with food as prices rise 📈 and resources disappear? I am a father, and I am helpless. 💔
All I can do is wait, with broken patience and hope that’s barely holding on. 🌿
I pray every day that tomorrow brings some mercy... before they lose what remains of their innocence." 🙏
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Well, I just experienced my first thunderstorm yesterday. While it was a great learning experience about earth weather, the thunder wasn’t so fun. I didn’t expect it to be so loud. Definitely scared me the first time I heard it, but I did get used to it after a while. Luckily, I was in my room and not outside when it started, so I stayed dry.
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Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺
My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
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The noble Tumblr community, always eager to help, Thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️.
This is a message of appreciation 🙏 to all of you for standing by us.
As the announcement of the ceasefire in Gaza approaches 🕊️, the first thing I do is write these words to express my gratitude and thanks 🌟 for being part of our survival.
This post is a message of gratitude and appreciation ✨. I hope it will be shared and spread widely—just reblog 🔄.
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So you’re a goldstone? Blue sunstone isn’t an actual gem! I love the plagioclase feldspar groups (aaah labradorite my beloved) and there’s not actually a natural formation of blue sunstone, since it’s characterised by its brown/red/pink/yellow colour and it usually has stripes of host rock in it rather than it being one consistent sparkling piece! Look into it, I recommend it! (as goes the gem collector rule: if it looks too good to be true it probably is! No shame in it bein goldstone, just that your blog title is incorrect!)
“Huh? But I was told by the diamonds that I’m a blue Sunstone. Were they wrong? I’m going to have to look into this and talk to the diamonds. Maybe blue Sunstone is another name for that? Definitely going to have to some research... thank you for bringing this to my attention, I think?”
Save My Brother Samer’s Life 🚨
If you scroll past this, you are ignoring a life that can be saved.
I’m writing as a brother watching Samer struggle for survival. His health has deteriorated to the point of falling into a coma, and we are unable to provide him with the necessary treatment. 💔
Samer suffers from bipolar disorder, and his stability relied on daily medications including LeponeX (Clozapine), Depalept Chrono (Sodium Valproate), and Lithium CO3 (Lithium Carbonate). These medications helped stabilize him, but without them, his health has worsened significantly. Every moment is crucial, and the pain and worry are relentless. 😞
There is no place for my brother in the hospital, and we cannot secure the treatment he needs. Imagine being unable to help your own brother as he struggles, without a way to provide the medicine he needs to recover.
Your donation could be the only hope to bring Samer back to life, giving him a chance to heal and come back to us. 🙏
Every contribution, no matter how small, could make a tremendous difference in saving Samer’s life. 💙
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Well, that plan failed.
Blue Sunstone didn’t expect him to scream, so she screamed and jumped back too.
“Ahhh! I’m sorry! You just seemed nice and I wanted to say hi!”
She walked up curiously. She wasn’t sure who this person was, but they seemed nice. “Um, hi there. I’m Blue sunstone, who are you?”
*a young boy is working at something on a table, the object smoking. He can’t seem to here you over his music*
Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets
🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret
🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret
🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs
🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
❤️- For a secret crush
📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like
👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about
🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about
💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others
🏹- For a talent they wish they had
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps
🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)
📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)
📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!
She gasps excited.
““ok, so what do we do first,-”
She suddenly stops.
“Um, what do want me to call you?”
She’s sneaking around corners nervously, flinching at every sound of gunfire and crashing. Someone had poofed her earlier and brought her to a war zone, and now she just wanted to leave. She soon noticed someone next to a parked tank eating some candy. They seemed trustworthy, but she kept her guard up just to be sure. “Um, h-hi?” She said quietly, trying to do her best not to surprise them.
-He finishes off the expired mars bar, before crushing the wrapper into a ball within his fist, and flicking it away- Only to suddenly whip his head around at the sound of an unknown voice.
“What the… Hell? … Uh, hello there?”
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I'm Blue sunstone, my nickname is sparkles, but feel free to call me either one. I'm Blue diamonds former therapist, but any personal questions about our sessions will not be answered. I've decided to make this blog to learn more about the humans, animals, and plants that live on earth, and about the earth itself. This blog will also be used to log my own personal experiences on earth. I hope we can all learn something from one other.
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