Me And My Family ❤️👇🏻

My name is Hala, from Deir al-Balah, Gaza. I live with my four children, Abdul, Jaber, Mohammed, and Lian, and my mother-in-law, in a never-ending nightmare. Our home was bombed, and everything we had turned to ashes. Now, we live in a burnt house, with no safety or hope.

My husband, Adham, is stuck in Egypt, and I face this torment alone. My children suffer from hunger and illness, and we have nothing to protect them. Life here is unbearably difficult; every day is a struggle for survival.

I urgently need your help to raise $35,000 so we can escape, as each person requires $5,000. This money isn’t just numbers; it’s our hope for a new life away from pain and suffering. We are human beings who deserve to live, so please don’t let us drown in this nightmare.

Help us, as we are in desperate need of your support.

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“Silent watcher” Kenzo Tenma x F!Reader

genre: fluff, slight angst to comfort. cw: slight spoilers, anxiety, dealing with trauma, post canon au

The second week of October in the foothills of southern Germany was overcast. From the small open balcony, where her feet were freezing from standing for so long, there was a view of the misty plain a couple of dozen meters down the slope. She rested her shoulder on the door frame, slightly leaning to the side, and dispassionately watched the drumming raindrops. The humidity of the air provided a sense of coolness with each breath, as if reaching the alveoli directly, and the rhythmic pounding of the drops hitting the surface was pleasantly calming.

Once she hated the rain. But then something changed. No, the rainfalls did not become less frequent, less gray. She became different.

From a warm awareness, a shadow of a smile appeared on her calm face, and her auditory receptors were distracted by another monotonous sound. The rustle of the rain slowly began to replace by the rustle of a pen sliding over paper, coming from the bedroom they shared for the duration of their stay in the hotel. Her bare feet carefully stepped over the wooden sill, not wanting to feel the still fresh pain of hitting it last night, and found themselves on a room’s floor which was only a couple of degrees warmer than the wet tiles of the balcony. Her hair, slightly fluffed up by the moisture, kept trying to get into her face as her quiet steps made their way towards the desk.

He had once loved the rain. But then something had changed. No, the rainfalls had not become less frequent, less gray. He had become different.

The black ink of the pen traced the lines of the German alphabet evenly on the expensive coated paper. He wanted to focus on the unwanted mail, just not to hear it, just not to remember it, just not to see it. The meaningless advertisements and annoying requests for interviews that he had finally learned to ignore seemed to be a salvation for him at such moments. Focusing on the calligraphic handwriting, on the work of the hand, writing the letters with excessive diligence, he was distracted. Perhaps this was partly why he decided to connect his life with neurosurgery. Endless hours of painstaking manual work freed him from the need to live in the present. The brain was busy, the heart also temporarily fell quiet. The silence lulled.

Kenzo continued to write out template phrases of greetings, apologies, farewells. It seemed as if just a little more and he would go to the neighboring rooms, collecting advertising letters, and would write responses to them, signing them himself as Mr. N or Mrs. T. He himself, also not noticing, slightly blushed from excessive efforts, completely immersed in routine work.

The pen froze only for a moment, when a cool trace of someone else's palm remained on his hot cheek, on the opposite temple - a slight imprint of cold lips.

If someone had been watching them through the window that overlooked the shallow slope, they would have been reminded of Klimt's "Kiss". The play of temperatures descended on his collarbone, diving under the collar of his wide shirt along with a woman's forearm, as cold as the pads of her fingers, which still tormented the capillaries on his cheek with a chill. The rain was disgusting to him. The rain was mixed with blood, hatred, the sticky and tenacious nightmare of Ruenheim. But now only it gave him another moment with her, another joyful moment of life. Another second, minute, hour, day spent with someone who truly knew him. Love in the present, not the future and not the past.

And only the rain could paint their "Kiss".

English is not my first language, but I’m pretty fluent, so had to use translator and correct some mistakes, would love some feedback :)

🚨 Urgent Help Needed! 🚨

Hello, my name is Wafa. My family and I are from Gaza, and we have experienced unimaginable suffering since the war began. We have been displaced five times, losing everything—our home, belongings, and even our sense of security.

The most devastating loss was my father, who passed away on 30/11/2024 🕊️💔. He was the heart of our family, a man full of love and strength. He was battling sarcoma, a painful and aggressive type of cancer. Before the war, he was receiving chemotherapy, but as the war escalated, access to medical care became impossible. We couldn’t even provide him with basic pain relief or nutritious food.

We watched helplessly as his health deteriorated day by day under inhumane conditions. Losing him has left us broken and devastated.

Now, I live with my mother, my three sisters—Nadeen, Walaa, and Liqaa—and my two brothers, Mohamed and Ali, in a tent on our own. We struggle with everything, unable to provide for ourselves or meet even the most basic needs. The tent offers little protection, and we lack access to clean water, food, and proper sanitation. Every day is a challenge just to survive, and the uncertainty of our future weighs heavily on us all.

Your support can make an enormous difference in our lives. It will help us rebuild and regain some stability after losing everything. No donation is too small—every act of kindness brings us closer to a chance for healing and survival.

Donation Link: https://gofund.me/e6d3aee2

From the depths of my heart, I thank you for your compassion and generosity.

Wafa

✅ Our Campaign ✅

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“My Story: A Boy Fighting for His Family”

My name is Ahmed, and I am 15 years old. I never thought I would have to carry the weight of my entire family, but here I am, fighting every day to keep them alive.

We lost my father in the war. He went out one day to find food for us because we were starving. It was dangerous, but he had no choice. He never came back. He was injured and bled to death because there was no one to help him. Our neighbors found his body and buried him because we couldn’t even afford a proper burial. That day, we lost everything—our protector, our provider, and our hope.

Now, it’s up to me. I am the eldest son, and I have to take care of my mother, my twin brother Ahmed Abed, and my two little sisters. Every morning, I go out to find work. I earn barely $1 or $2 a day, which isn’t enough to buy bread for all of us. My brother started working too, but it’s the same for him. We rely on bread and whatever humanitarian aid we can get, but it’s never enough.

Winter is here, and it’s freezing. We don’t have warm clothes, blankets, or even a heater. We lost everything in the war, and the little we have now is falling apart. We live in a rented apartment, and the landlord is pressuring us for rent we can’t pay. I don’t know what will happen to us if he throws us out.

I want my brother to become a doctor. It’s my biggest dream. I want him to help people, to save lives, because no one was there to save our father. I’m ready to sacrifice everything—my childhood, my education, even my life—if it means my family can survive and my brother can have a future.

Please, if you’re reading this, help us. We don’t have much time. My family needs food, warmth, and a safe place to live. I just want to see my mother and sisters smile again, and I want my brother to have a chance to achieve his dream. You can be the reason we survive. You can be the hope we desperately need.

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My name is Osama Basil, a web developer from Gaza. Over the past 10 months, I’ve witnessed the devastation of war firsthand. My office, where I devoted myself to my work, was destroyed, along with my source of income and future aspirations.The situation in Gaza grows more difficult each day, with destruction becoming a constant part of our reality. We've lost friends, colleagues, and loved ones, leaving our community deeply scarred.But I refuse to surrender. Despite the displacement and loss, I am committed to rebuilding my career and life. The war took my job, dreams of marriage, and a chance to pursue a master’s degree in programming and web design. After fleeing to Rafah with my family, I’ve been living in a tent for months, grappling with unstable access to electricity

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Hello guys, I am very sad about our children's childhood which was full of suffering and hardships. They were deprived of all their rights...

The suffering of our children in Gaza increases with the arrival of winter. How can their delicate bodies bear the bitter cold in tents that do not provide them with warmth? What is the fault of these innocent people to live in these harsh conditions? They are deprived of their most basic rights in life, including health care. They also suffer from malnutrition due to the lack of good food availability, and the danger surrounding them due to the lack of a safe place for them. Our children in Gaza are still living an endless nightmare of hunger, cold and fear. Please help us spread the campaign or donate as much as you can.

These are pictures of our children during this genocide.

These are pictures of them before this genocide⬇️⬇️⬇️.

The situation is getting worse and the war of extermination is intensifying against these innocent children. There is no safe place for them. Please help by sharing my campaign. Thank you all for your support.

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Emergency:Help me get out of Gaza for treatment🙏💔

🙏🏻😞Stop.. Don't Skip Read Our Story During The War To The End 🙏🏻😞

I am Ibrahim from Gaza, from a family of 3. I have a head injury, my eye was amputated, and there is a bullet in my head that has many complications. I need to receive treatment quickly, but I cannot because of the war on Gaza. The health situation is very difficult, and I need your help to travel outside Gaza and receive treatment, implant a lens in my eye, and remove the bullet that caused the cerebral fluid to bleed from my nose. We have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter. I cannot provide clothes for my daughter Shahd, nor can I provide diapers, milk, or anything that will make them forget the harshness of the war and the coming winter, and I am unable to provide for my family’s needs.

On October 7th, our lives changed forever. My family left our home to the southern Gaza Strip on the beach, hoping to return soon. 😭But that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, which was once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins and destruction. Our dreams have been shattered. I appeal to the whole world to hear my sad cries and the cries of my family and my daughter, for whom I cannot provide any of her rights as a child.

We need a helping hand to leave Gaza and receive treatment to implant a lens so that my daughter Shahad can see me in the most beautiful way and remove the bullet from my head that made me suffer a lot. I hope you will help me if each person donates 10 dollars. You will help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza. The most difficult decision for us was to leave Gaza to overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered and start a new life from scratch and provide for the needs of my daughter Shahad like all the children in the world. Shahad deserves to live like the rest of the children in the world.

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🙏💔Please donate or share. With all respect and gratitude🙏💔

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The Power of Memories 🎞️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.

And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

As discussions of a potential ceasefire in Gaza gain momentum, our fears of the Israeli occupation's escalating aggression grow stronger. They continue to target innocent civilians mercilessly, seeking to claim as many lives as possible. Since this morning alone, airstrikes have taken the lives of hundreds, leaving behind countless casualties and grief.

Reports suggest that the border crossing might open soon, and this could be our only chance to escape the daily hell we endure. We urgently need your support now more than ever.

We appeal to you to stand by us and donate to save our lives, the lives of our children, and our loved ones. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a significant difference.

Please help us by sharing this message and supporting us during these critical moments. Thank you for always standing with us.

Please donate

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Stop please I need you🚨‼️💔

I am Rassam Ashour from Gaza 🇵🇸

I stand before you as a human being tring to support my family of 6 people in the miserable💔

My children's father died because of the Zionists in Gaza 🇵🇸💔👇🏻.

Me and my Family ❤️👇🏻

As we went to the safe zone in southern Gaza and left our homes💔👇🏻

We lost our home due to the bombing and war and we have no place left to live.

😭💔👇🏻

We started cooking food over fire and wood,🔥🔥👇🏻

and my children, my elderly mother and I got sick with many diseases because of the smoke from the fire and because of the contaminated water and food that we eat.

To earn a little money I bake bread for people on a fire oven.🔥💔👇🏻

My elderly mother lives with me.She is sick and has had open heart surgery. She suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure and needs constant and expensive medication.

Thank you to all the supporters of Palestine.🇵🇸🌹🫂❤️

Wish us the war will end soon🕊️☀️🙏🏻

I hope you can help me, as I feel very helpless because I am unable to meet the needs of my family.🙂‍↕️💔

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