WAIT HOLY SHIT DRAGON PRINCE IS GETTING A NEW SEASON?!?
WAIT HOLY SHIT DRAGON PRINCE IS GETTING A NEW SEASON?!?
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Displaced over and over, the Al-Anqars are desperately trying to hold on. Their family of 14 (including two people over the age of 55, five children below the age of 10, and a baby) are struggling to survive in the demolished North as it is. In March, the Rafah border crossing is slated to reopen, allowing the family to escape this death and destruction. The fee is €5,000/person, to escape from this:
Please donate and share this post as much as possible to get the Al-Anqars to safety—THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO HELP THEM
€13,653/€20,000 - CAN WE GET TO €14,500 BY THE WEEKEND? WE CAN IF YOU DONATE WHAT YOU CAN AND SHARE.
here. take it. it doesn't take more than two seconds to help.
My friend fr just called me out by agreeing when i told him “is the only reason why i think shin talked weirdly this chapter was bc i see him this as this perfect dude whos good with kids and i’m still in denial.”
totally normal and not deranged thing to say
Current progress: $4,083/$20,000
Account: @family-kawla2
This campaign is for Khawla, @/mohiy-gaza 's sister (confirmation below cut). Mohiy has been vetted by 90-ghost here
Khawla and her husband are rasing funds to help them and their 3 children: Muhammad (5), Sham (3), and Ghazal (1 1/2). They need help affording food, clean water, shelter, baby supplies, and medicine to treat Muhammad's hepatitis.
The funds will help them survive and afford evacuation to a safer place, where Khawla's children will be able to live in peace and return to school. Completing their fundraiser is impossible without support from people like you. Please extend your support to Khawla's family by sharing and donating, even if all you can spare is $5. Every share and every dollar will bring them one step closer to reaching their goal and affording evacuation.
🚨 Please... Don't make me say goodbye to my child forever! 💔😭
I am writing to you drowning in tears... My hands are trembling, my heart is bleeding, and my breath is almost stopped from the pain... My little child, my innocent angel, now lies between life and death, surrounded by wires and machines, unable even to breathe on his own... His tiny body is trembling, his eyes are half-closed as if he is begging for life, as if he is begging me to do something... But I am helpless, completely helpless!
The doctors told me the deadly truth: "Either the surgery is performed immediately, or his little heart will stop beating..." How could my ears bear to hear these words? How could my feet bear to stand after such shock? How could I face my child dying in front of me when I don't have the money to save him?
I am a mother watching her beloved child die before her eyes, moment after moment, and I cannot reach out to him, hold him, and promise him that everything will be okay... because he is not okay! My child is drowning in pain, and I am drowning in helplessness...
Please, imagine for a moment that you are in my place... Imagine hearing that your little one will die because you don't have enough money to save him... How would you feel? How would you breathe? How would you sleep? I haven't slept in days, I haven't tasted food, I no longer feel alive, because my entire life is fading before me, and any moment could be his last...
I am not asking for much... just a chance for my child to live! Any donation, any help, any sharing of this cry could be his lifeline! Please, don't let him go... Don't let my baby's hug become empty forever... Don't leave me to live this nightmare alone!
💔 O God, do not test any mother's heart as mine has been tested... O God, do not make anyone suffer this torment...
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Vetted by @bilal-salah0
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Please help me rebulid my Bakery
Vetted here by @90-ghost
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
Vetted here by @90-ghost
goodnight everyone (:
do your daily click
spreadsheet of families in Gaza you can help today
donate to:
Buy an e-sim
Help diabetics in Gaza
The PCRF
Anera
UNRWA
Taawon
Help Gaza Children
Sudan Tarada Initiative
Help a Sudanese family escape conflict
Darfur Women Action
Ramadan for Sudan
Period products in Sudan
Sudan Emergency Appeal
My friend from the U.S. reached out to the World Health Organization to help me after the recent storm destroyed my tent and all my belongings In Gaza🇵🇸. The rainwater flooded the tent, making the situation even worse.
Thanks to my friend’s efforts, the World Health Organization responded, contacted me, and provided me with a special supplies kit, which helped me get through this difficult time. I am truly grateful for this support, but it is not enough to cover all my needs, especially for my son Hamoud, in these extremely challenging circumstances.
I am still in need of assistance, and you can help through the GoFundMe campaign link
🌸Donate GFM🌸
or via PayPal.
🌸Donate PayPal 🌸
Any contribution, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in our lives. Thank you to everyone who stands with us during these tough times. ❤️
My campaing vetted by/
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@gaza-evacuation-funds here
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