cisacoolkid
cisacoolkid
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Names C / 16 / aroace that goes by they/them / I'm currently obsessed with Cookie run, Murder Drones and a lot more / I like drawing. Mostly a MultiFandom crossover artist, expect to see my insanity sometimes. Also, if you're gonna ask a question, please be specific (name characters, fandom etc.)Strawpage: https://cisacoolkid.straw.pagehttps://bsky.app/profile/cisacoolkid.bsky.social
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cisacoolkid · 10 days ago
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AMBER SUGARRRRRRRRRRR HUSBAND ARTHHGAYGAGAHAHHA
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Amber sugar cookie run art. / silly
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cisacoolkid · 10 days ago
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Amber sugar cookie run art. / silly
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cisacoolkid · 11 days ago
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cisacoolkid · 12 days ago
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cisacoolkid · 12 days ago
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Sugarbugs
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cisacoolkid · 13 days ago
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cisacoolkid · 15 days ago
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I'm a helpless mother 😶
In front of meeting the mother's feeling for her infant child
I watch my husband suffering to bring only cold polluted air in order to keep our little child not crying. It's very difficult.
I wish I could move to help my husband because he was born by caesarean section
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I need you my friends to help us to survive please be nice to us
Please donate for my child 🫂
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #410 )✅️
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cisacoolkid · 15 days ago
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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨
I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.
My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.
💔 The war took everything from us.
In just moments, my entire world collapsed.
My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.
My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.
Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.
We used to live a simple life.
We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.
Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.
Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.
Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.
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This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.
We are now struggling to afford even the basics:
A home, food, medicine, and safety.
Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.
Even $10 💵 can help us:
Buy food for the children 🍞
Get essential medicine for my father 💊
Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥
Give them a small sense of safety
If you can’t donate, you can still help.
🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.
You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.
We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.
🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.
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cisacoolkid · 15 days ago
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🚨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despair🚨
I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. 🔊🔉🔈I will take a moment to share my story.📢📣
My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.
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But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.
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We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.
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My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.
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cisacoolkid · 16 days ago
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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
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My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
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cisacoolkid · 16 days ago
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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
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“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
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🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
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🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
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With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
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cisacoolkid · 18 days ago
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cisacoolkid · 22 days ago
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Hello my friends
This is my brother Aboud
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"My brother lost his eyes in the war on Gaza and needs several emergency surgeries to regain some of his normal life. We appeal to charitable people to support us with any amount, as every donation makes a huge difference. May God reward you and bless your giving."
I ask God to heal him and make people's giving a means of alleviating his suffering.
Please save my brother, please light up his life
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cisacoolkid · 22 days ago
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Hello my friend
The crossings have been closed for about two months and no aid is entering. Since the beginning of the war, we have been completely dependent on aid because I lost my job, which was my only source of income. Throughout the period of the crossing’s closure, we have been eating from the aid stock that used to reach us before the crossing’s closure. Now we have only one option, which is to buy expensive food. Or we will join the list of those suffering from famine within a short period So, please, my friend, share our post so that it may reach those who will donate to us. Donate to us as much as you can, if you can. I am struggling now to feed my four children. Please do not ignore us. I trust you.
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cisacoolkid · 22 days ago
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Hello my friend
The crossings have been closed for about two months and no aid is entering. Since the beginning of the war, we have been completely dependent on aid because I lost my job, which was my only source of income. Throughout the period of the crossing’s closure, we have been eating from the aid stock that used to reach us before the crossing’s closure. Now we have only one option, which is to buy expensive food. Or we will join the list of those suffering from famine within a short period So, please, my friend, share our post so that it may reach those who will donate to us. Donate to us as much as you can, if you can. I am struggling now to feed my four children. Please do not ignore us. I trust you.
vetted by @gazavetters, and (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.
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cisacoolkid · 23 days ago
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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
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War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
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cisacoolkid · 25 days ago
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