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I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

Chuffed

Help Falestine and Her Family Survive the Gaza Crisis

Hello Everyone,

And she'll still kick your ass💙

in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.

Hey world, ⚰

Hey world, can you see our pain and feel our hunger?! Fear, death, famine, siege, suffering, oppression, silence of the world?!! I am calling your humanity to do whatever you can to ease our pain Talk about us and don't leave us alone We are not okay, please dont forget us and stand with us by donating or reblogging to amplify our voices 🙏🏻

( Don’t forget, this is reality—we are not in a dream )

Don't forget us—do something, anything! Share, donate, like—just help us survive.

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family

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Do you guys remember that one tumblr post about Olaf the Snowman that reads like AM's hate monologue

Love them so much ong

This was fun while it lasted guys but i just enter my school year and will probably dont have time to post on here (but if anyone like/ask i would post doodle stuff on here dunmeshi in general or my personal art). Still, thank you for all your support i would never think my silly mirumisu art would even have likes. Anyway pls enjoy the last of my sketches

People tweaking about about Uraume original body being AMAB and now they AFAB like Uraume alr DGAF

Sukume my Yaouri Love of My life, I won't stop loving you

Madrigal kids before getting their report cards (because I just got mine):

ISABELA- girl is always confident she passes but when she does get a low grade, she starts hysterically crying for days on end.

DOLORES- c'mon, girl already knows her grades even before it was given, when she hears she's got a low grade, she secretly blackmails the teacher like, "I got a B on geography... Would your wife like know what you did a few days ago? Yeah I didn't think so, now give me an A."

LUISA: girl's got anxiety, like she'll be waiting for her card thinking about all the things she did wrong and all the notes she didn't take. She just cries like her big sister whenever she gets a low grade, and maybe she bargains like, "please, I-I can do this extra credit, I need this! I would do this report that's due next week just so I can have this A, please!"

CAMILO: boy starts packing up the night before and leaves the house to hide and comes back 4 day later when he know pepa calmed down. His attitude in school is the jokester so he doesn't really take everything seriously, he lives by the quote "it's all fun and games untill the report card comes."

MIRABEL: she's as anxious as Luisa and worries about stuff that shouldn't be of concerned. She sends her mami and papi the good old "my grades don't define me unless it's high" and she smiles to her self as she silently dies on the inside for failing a subject.

Just imagined what if the madrigal grandchildren just like, talked? Like they don’t seem to really interact that much in depth before the movie. So what if the eldest children (Isabella, Dolores, Luisa) just had a convo when they were young teens and realize they are collectively having an awful time.

- they’d create a much closer, much more protective dynamic

- they still don’t quite stand up to their abuela but make cover stories and excuses to lessen each other’s burdens (Dolores complains that she hears Luisa’s stress and physical strain all the time and haggles gets her a day off on the weekends)

-instant over protectiveness when mirabel and Camilo are born. Dolores will always alert the other two if they get in some kind of trouble.

-after mirabels gift ceremony all the grandchildren huddle in Isabella’s room to comfort her.

-they have more emotional talks with each other as time goes by

-they collectively team up to keep anyone from getting hit on (Dolores uses this to her advantage to curve Mariano’s interest onto her while the others are preoccupied keeping Isabella sane)

-I also imagine mirabel would also get a lot of shit from sleezy guys? Since she’s seen as the most vulnerable. This just leads to plenty of men being hung upside down from vines or having bruises of shame from Luisa or mirabel herself getting him off her.

-Antonio is born and they all collectively get ready to indoctrinate him into their dynamic

- mirabel is still closest to Antonio but everyone else pays noticeably more attention to him

- if casita still starts breaking (these kids are still under a lot of stress man) the story is more quietly shared between the grandchildren and they work together to figure it out

-finding the vision and they all just kinda make the silent agreement to not say a word

- the rats do eventually steal the vision and lead them to Bruno which stresses him out greatly

- just all six of his nieces and nephews gathered in his tiny room in the walls

-I think to make the miracle stronger they might need to help pepa or Julieta, they it and their kids are already on good terms

- abuela gets mad at them because the end result is not constant sunshine like she wants

-mirabel still goes off on abuela because how dare she hurt her Tia and mama

- if casita fully collapsed after that mirabel would have no chance to disappear on her own because the grandchildren huddle up in their little oh shit circle

-idk I think the rest would be the same, just with dos oruguitas happening with all the grandkids

HELL YEAH!!!

Marcy savoured the moment. She caressed the Box, her birthright, allowing her bloodied fingers to trace the outlines of the intricate designs that decorated the exterior. The power that radidated from it was intoxicating. This must have only been a fraction of what her ancestors felt.

She started pressing the gems in the correct order that would shut down the portal. Regarding the horror stricken human and frogs with a deranged cheshire cat grin that stretched from ear to ear, Marcy rocked her head back and forth. An inhuman giggling fit shook her rib cage.

“You’re not going anywhere...”

A Moth to a Flame, Chapter 7 https://archiveofourown.org/works/31786669/chapters/78685435

All credit for this marvellous piece of art goes to the one and only and incredibly talented @issabolical