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Help, please.

Webtoon had a new online comic / manga out now, and it's the Fullmetal Alchemist. Got interested with the series and I really want to watch the Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood version. Asked Google where I can watch em', they said Neflix and other streaming platforms. But when I go to Neflix there's no Fullmetal there. Not even in Qiyi or in Crunchyroll.

Can anyone suggest me another place where I can watch Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood? Thank you.

[eijakushingomel]

Please, do not ignore my story💔😭

I am Rania Mahmoud, 30 years old. I live in Gaza City. I am married and have two children. I support my children and my family. My father and mother are elderly. I lost my home and was displaced more than once. Every time, I was escaping death amidst the screams of my children under war and death. I currently live in a tent in the heat of the summer and the cold of the winter.💔 Life is very difficult, like hell. I need to buy milk, diapers, food and drink for my children. I need your help to save my family and children from the war of extermination in Gaza.💔 I want them to live in safety, so I ask you to extend a helping hand to save them from death so that I can get them out of Gaza safely to obtain a safer life for them.💔😭

Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

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[eijakushingomel]

"The burden is too heavy to carry alone… please read 🍉💔‼️"

After we sifted the flour we received from the aid in the Neid Sareem area, this was the result—stones, pasta, and dust mixed with the flour that was supposed to feed us. My brother Hassan got only 3 kilograms, and some of it had spilled on the ground, so he had to gather it from the dirt. 💔

This is what survival looks like for us. We’re not asking for luxury—just clean, safe food to eat. In Gaza, even the basics have become a distant dream.

As you can see in this video, we extract the flour that consists of pasta and impurities to make a loaf of bread and satisfy our hunger.💔💔

Please, if you can help, your donation could mean the difference between hunger and a simple meal. We’re exhausted, but our hope still lives in your kindness 🙏🏼🙏🏼

"Every time, I feel hesitant to speak to you and I’m shy each time, but I am compelled to share this link. We are going through very difficult circumstances, and I am truly exhausted. I have a large family and I must support them, but the burden has become too heavy. I hope you can share some videos and spread the link, and if you would like to help me, here is the link." 🩷

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[eijakushingomel]

Save our lives ‼️🚨

I am Wissam, I am 21 years old. I was pregnant and lost my first twins because of displacement and because of the bad situation in the Gaza Strip.😭 Now I am pregnant with the third child and I need nutrition and food, but there is nothing in the Gaza Strip because of the closure of the crossings. I am in the eighth month of pregnancy.😭💔 I ask you to help because my daughter does not have clothes. Therefore, I ask for help and donations to me so that I can get money to buy clothes, food and drink. I beg you to help me and help my daughter to have a life. Please help me 🙏💔

#30 Verified By @bilal-sala7✅️

[eijakushingomel]

CRK || Thoughts

I'll be honest here. Whenever I read a fic about Shadow Milk Cookie's pre-corrupted name to be Blueberry Milk Cookie, I kinda think it's wrong. No salting here, I just genuinely think it's wrong. And I agreed that Shadow Milk's name might be different back before his corruption, but it might be Luminous or Bright, something like that. Because Blueberry doesn't seem to describe what he was supposed to be and didn't fit with the rest of his peers (Burning, Mystic, Eternal). This made me think that only Shadow Milk and Silent Salt changed their names after they were corrupted. Perhaps Burning Spice, too.

What's your thoughts in this?

[eijakushingomel]

PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE THIS. HELP SAVE LIVES FROM DEATH

@life-111 AND THEIR FAMILY NEEDS YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW!!

PLEASE DO ANYTHING YOU CAN TO HELP OUT. DO NOT IGNORE THEM

PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE IF YOU ARE ABLE TO!!

[eijakushingomel]

PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE THIS

@wejdan30 and their family are in need of your help! they haven’t reached their goal yet, please help them reach their goal by donating if you can and please make sure to share this as well!

If you have a lot of money then please give them more, but if you don’t have much then try to give them what you can, anything helps!

please do NOT ignore them, please do what you can to help them!

[eijakushingomel]

Save our lives ‼️🚨

I am Wissam, I am 21 years old. I was pregnant and lost my first twins because of displacement and because of the bad situation in the Gaza Strip.😭 Now I am pregnant with the third child and I need nutrition and food, but there is nothing in the Gaza Strip because of the closure of the crossings. I am in the eighth month of pregnancy.😭💔 I ask you to help because my daughter does not have clothes. Therefore, I ask for help and donations to me so that I can get money to buy clothes, food and drink. I beg you to help me and help my daughter to have a life. Please help me 🙏💔

#30 Verified By @bilal-sala7✅️

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Vetted by @gaza-vetters number ✅ 365✅

Donate please 🥺

My name is Mahmoud, I’m 29 years old from Gaza, Palestine. It’s very hard for me to ask for help — but today, I have no choice.

The war has completely destroyed my home, my dreams, and my future. My family and I are now sleeping on the streets, surrounded by ruins and devastation.

Every day, I struggle just to find a small amount of food or clean water. Sometimes, I go for hours — even days — without eating a single bite.

I wear whatever torn clothes I can find. I live each day not knowing where I’ll sleep at night or if I'll find anything to ease my hunger.

This is not just my story — it’s the heartbreaking reality for so many families here in Gaza.

Please, even a small donation can help me find a safe place to sleep and afford a basic meal to survive

💔 donate here please 🙏🥺💔

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URGENT: YOU CAN SAVE HAMMAD AND HIS FAMILY ❤️‍🩹‼️🇵🇸

VETTED BY ASSOCIATION: Hammad and his family are friends with Safaa [VETTED BY 90-GHOST]

$2,940 / $20,000

The last post about Hammad’s campaign is LOSING TRACTION FAST and DONATIONS ARE DWINDLING.

We need YOUR HELP to BOOST THIS POST: PLEASE REBLOG & SHARE ACROSS ALL OF YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA.

[DM FOR READY-TO-POST PICTURES & WORDS FOR HAMMAD’S CAMPAIGN SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HIT POST]

Meet Hammad A.

Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.

[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]

Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.

For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.

His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.

He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.

So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.

But a day came where deafening and core shaking sounds of shelling and bombardment shook the nearby area as they prepared food. Terrified, they ran for their lives. And when they were able to return, their tent has caught fire and burnt down, along with the few items in their tent that they were able to grab from their home before it was destroyed.

Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.

There is no more room for any more tragedy in his life. We cannot allow it.

While there is a lot of notes on the last post about Hammad’s campaign, traction has been dwindling fast and donations have been slowing down. I cannot emphasize enough the urgency of this campaign and how critically Hammad needs your help.

‼️ STAND IN SOLIDARITY WITH GAZA AND DONATE TODAY ‼️

Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Question

Hey, I want to write a story that takes place in a fictional world. It's a high school setting. The problem is, the school I want to write is like schools in Europe ; specifically the UK. But I don't quite understand about them a bit.

You see, I live in Southern Asia, and our country does not have autumn and winter. Literally. So I don't understand much about this summer school, winter break, and all of that. People in my country start school in January. Do schools in the UK also begin in January despite it's still winter season?

Is it weird that I ask that? Sorry. But I really want to know.

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

[eijakushingomel]

Please, do not ignore my story💔😭

I am Rania Mahmoud, 30 years old. I live in Gaza City. I am married and have two children. I support my children and my family. My father and mother are elderly. I lost my home and was displaced more than once. Every time, I was escaping death amidst the screams of my children under war and death. I currently live in a tent in the heat of the summer and the cold of the winter.💔 Life is very difficult, like hell. I need to buy milk, diapers, food and drink for my children. I need your help to save my family and children from the war of extermination in Gaza.💔 I want them to live in safety, so I ask you to extend a helping hand to save them from death so that I can get them out of Gaza safely to obtain a safer life for them.💔😭

Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼

Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️

In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

my campaing vetted by:

nabulsi

90-ghost

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[eijakushingomel]

🚨 Urgent appeal 🚨

Help me save my family in Gaza

I am Osama Al-Qarnawi, a Palestinian refugee. I live in Belgium. I am too ashamed to ask for help. My family is in dire need of food, drink, medicine, and basic necessities amid the conditions Gaza is experiencing: hunger, war, and genocide. I support my mother, who constantly needs medication to treat heart attacks. My father also suffers from illnesses and needs treatment and healthy food due to the bombing and famine my family is experiencing.

I also support my brothers Hussam and Kholoud and their children and families because prices are extremely high. We lost our home in this brutal war, and my family miraculously survived the bombing. My family lacks the necessities of life and lives in a light tent made of plastic bags. With summer approaching and its extreme heat, please help my family live like the rest of the world. Any donation will help my family. Any donation or support from you by sharing will save a life. I hope your donation will help change my family's difficult financial situation and make them feel safe and hopeful during this crisis. I hope everyone with a kind and compassionate heart will help me, even with a little. 💔

May Allah reward you. Do not hesitate to help me if you are unable to donate.  Share this invitation with as many people and friends as possible, and copy it everywhere.

I am ready to communicate and inquire about anything, that I am not a scammer, my campaign has been verified by ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #557 )✅️

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support during these difficult times.

Thank you for making a difference in my life.💔🙏😭🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹

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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

.

We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help