🌟 A Cry For Help: My Family’s Struggle To Survive In Gaza 🌟

She gasps as he hands her the frog, getting starry eyed.

“oh my stars, it’s adorable! Hi little frog.”

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*

Help Ala's family

Here is my story. My family of five and I were living a peaceful and stable life in our beautiful little house. We worked hard to provide a decent life for our three children, and they were proud to see our children learn and grow in a safe and stable environment. But in a sudden moment, their lives changed forever.

The disaster happened when our house was completely destroyed due to the war. They lost everything: their home, their source of income, and even their children’s education. They became homeless and insecure, living in difficult and dangerous conditions. The children, who used to go to school with joy and hope, are now deprived of their most basic rights to education, and live in constant fear.

And now. My husband and I are trying hard to secure their basic needs, but we face great challenges. Every day is a struggle for survival, and an attempt to rebuild what they lost. Despite the pain and suffering, there is still hope in our hearts that we can rebuild our lives with the support of kind people. 💔🙏🙏

We desperately need your support and donations to rebuild our home, educate our children, and provide them with a decent life. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge impact in improving our lives and restoring hope to us

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ANOTHER PERSON CALLED BLUE? HELLO!

Oh, you’re called blue as well? That’s wonderful!

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Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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Donate to Help Mohamad reunite his family and clear his debt, organized by Adam Bin Ali

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“what, no, I definitely exist. As for the poofing thing, it’s a term used for when a gem, which is the alien species that I am, takes too much damage.” She seems a little more comfortable now as she points to the gemstone on her left palm. ““this is my gemstone. It’s the only truly solid thing about me. My body is a solid light projection that my gem makes to give me form, like a hologram, except not see though and with mass. When a gems body, or form, takes to much damage, we poof, and our form dissipate and go back into our gems until we have enough energy to reform.” She hopes he understood all that. 

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?"

Hello, I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿 I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏 💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship. Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

I’m sorry, I can’t donate, but I’ll be sure to reblog your post to spread the word.

Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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I’m sorry that I can’t donate, but I’ll be sure to reblog your pinned post to spread the word.

Hello nice to meet you!

Hello there! It’s nice to meet you too!

**"I am Musab. The war has returned—stronger and more brutal than before. I was injured in the bombing, underwent surgery, and need another… but there is no time to heal. We were forced to flee—my three daughters and I—leaving everything behind. No home, no shelter, no safety. My daughter Lama was also injured, her little hand now trembling from the trauma. We carry fear instead of belongings, searching for a place to hide from this nightmare. The pain in my body is nothing compared to my fear for them. I don’t know where to go or how to protect them. All I have left is my voice… will anyone hear me?

Please, share my story, donate, and help us in any way you can."**

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Blue Sunstone stared in shock, processing what he just said.

“Oh-oh goodness no! I’m not a god, far from it!”

“And what do mean ‘’another fight with a god’? You’ve fought a god? Gods exist?!? I thought they were just made up by humans to try and explain how the earth works as it does!”

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*