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This actually amazing. The real manga

I apologise. Ness in this chapter gave me soft dom ideas. Kaiser needs to know what love feels like.

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Please stop and help me.

This is our situation in the tents in the summer heat. There is no food or drink and no basic necessities of life. Please help me and my family so that we can secure the necessities of life, which is the simplest thing, food.🍉🙏🏻🇵🇸

Please help us to get to safety🙏🏻

Hello, how are you? I'm Reem, 25 years old, from the besieged and exhausted Gaza Strip, where there is no life, not even for animals. We die of hunger every day. We have nothing to eat. The prices of vegetables and food are very high, and we can't even buy a bag of flour, my friend. My family, my little sisters and I live in a tent that doesn't protect us from the heat or cold of winter. Please help us reach safety. Me and my family. 25 euros is enough to save the life of an entire family, or even a small amount. We eat dry bread and expired canned food. Please help me reach safety. This is the verification number. 🙏💔💔✅️Verified by @gazavetters, my number on the list is (#561)✅️

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"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."

The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?

I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.

How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?

If you're reading this, you have power — power to share, power to donate, power to care.

Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late. Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please don’t look away

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

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I don't want to die. 😥

Israel continues the massacres in Gaza.. 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!

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🔴can you help me 🇵🇸🍉

This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends 💔💔😔 🍉🇵🇸

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Imagine this:

Hello! Have you ever heard of a "city of the dead"?

It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city

Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.

It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family.

I am Mohammed from Gaza I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

a 31-year-old living amidst the war in Gaza, a place deeply affected by conflict and hardship. I hold a Bachelor degree in Medical Laboratory Sciences , I graduated with very good But Unfortunately, I did not get a job opportunity.

my family

Before the outbreak of war, my family and I had a comfortable life in our beautiful home filled with cherished memories. However, since the conflict began, our lives have been turned upside down. We now find ourselves living in a small tent, exposed to the harsh elements and constant threat of violence.

Our home, which once embraced us, is now destroyed It became a remembrance

👉 Watch the video

A picture of me and my family in front of our destroyed house.

👉Our house was bombed in the 2008 escalation and we built it, and also in the 2014 escalation the house was destroyed again and we rebuilt it, and in this 2023/2024 war the house was also destroyed.

Every time we start again, the Israeli occupation destroys us again

Life is unbearable. It has become hell for us. destruction, no education, no future

We can't stand it anymore

The situation here is dire. Food and basic necessities are scarce, and famine and malnutrition have become rampant. Our lives are hanging by a thread, and we fear for the safety and well-being of our children every single day.

The cost of living here has become extremely high. All of our resources are going towards securing food and trying to escape from disaster, desperately seeking a lifeline.

We are yearning to escape this nightmare and rebuild our lives in a safe place.

However, the cost of traveling to a safer area was beyond our means.

Each ticket cost $5000 per person,

a sum that was impossible for us to bear. Now, the border crossing is closed, and things continue to worsen.

We want to collect donations to leave Gaza if the crossing opens

That's why I am reaching out to you, dear friends. Your generosity and compassion can make all the difference for me and my family. Your donations will enable us to flee this war-torn region and start anew, away from the horrors of conflict and instability.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #533 )✅️

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With all my love and gratitude

Mohammed and family

Donation Link

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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Splash of Life

Sypnosis: A cute painting date between the ultimate Nurse, Swimmer and Graffiti Artist in Aoi's backyard. But what happens when the guy known for his vast creativity runs short on ideas?

"Mikan? Aoi? What is all this?" Natan breathed out, his heterochromatic eyes trailing over the high, brick wall that loomed dover them.

The two women in question only turned to him with bright smiles. The younger of the pair, Aoi, only grabbed his hand and began to tug him into the construction. Mikan followed the pair as they stopped in front of the wall. She nodded her head. "Mhm! The owner didn't like how blank it was and wanted to decorate it. So we recommend you to help," she stuttered.

Beside the wall was a small site. Protective plastic had been placed over the concrete floor. On a small table, cans and buckets of paint— supplied by the owner— were set. A small stepladder was sat beside the table too.

"Ta-da! So what do you think? Your own mini studio!" Aoi chirped, her hands shimmering as she displayed the scene. Her grin was wide as she presented it.

Natan couldn't help but pause, taking in the sight. He felt a wave of excitement hit him. Though the two girls couldn't see it behind his mask, his lips had tugged into an appreciative smile. "It's amazing, thanks," he spoke his voice soft. Both the swimmer and nurse silently cheered before pushing him further towards the wall.

It wasn't long before they set to work. Mikan and Aoi both left to let the property owner know of their arrival, while Natan stared up at the structure. Though this was only done with heavy urging from the former. As he stood on front of the daunting white fabric, nothing seemed to come to mind.

Art was his thing. Paint, colours and pictures always leaped from his subconscious at the mere sight of a blank surface. Now, for the first time, he was stuck. In search of the smallest of comfort, Natan turned to the corner where he last saw the duo. Aoi could be heard, enthusiastically telling the owner about Natan and his skill and while Mikan stumbled to offer a few words of praise of her own. The gruff voice of the property owner could be heard as he hummed along with her words. From what could be heard, everyone was excited to see what he'd do with the space.

However, Natan was still drawing blanks. His good eye bored into the roughened bricks — almost as if the action would provide him with an answer. When it became obvious that it wouldn't, he let out a defeated sigh. He sank to the floor and closed his eyes to calm himself. Just then, the two girls returned, still buzzing with glee.

Seeing that— the sight of Natan on the floor— a pair of baby pink flitted to his sunken posture. They immediately worried at the sight. "Huh? Wait, Natan!" she breathed, her soft voice rising in pitch with panic. The nurse immediately sprung into action and rushed to the artist. She dropped to the floor and began checking on him. Aoi, now also alarmed by Mikan's panic, looks over to the scene. She quickly follows.

"Woah! Are you okay?! Natan?!" She blurted out , her eyes scanning over the pair. Despite how worried she was, since Mikan was more knowledgeable on medicine that the herself, she stood to the side.

Natan, now noticing their presence, turned his head to meet their gaze. He gently reassured them of his health status, "Nah, I'm good. Just... stuck." His head turned to the blank wall again.

Aoi hummed in thought, now also looking up to meet the object of his attention, "Sounds tough." She tapped her chin in thought when a timid voice broke through their thoughts.

"Why not just paint what you're feeling? Or maybe something that inspired you?" When she realised they two pairs of eyes were now burning right into her, Mikan doubled down and began her usual stutter. "I mean, that's what a lot of artists do, right? I read it somewhere that when they get art block, they just draw their feelings." Bandaged fingers twiddled and mingled with one another as her already soft voice grew even softer.

Natan gave a hum in thought as he acknowledged his partner's opinion on the matter. Then, it raised the question; how was he feeling right now?

It seemed that he hadn't had any issues. His grades were beginning to slip a little. He ran into Sonia, who rattled him even further. So— in his opinion — he was just fed up with everything. The only unusual thing was that he was here— sitting with his girlfriends, in a tent, int form of blank, surrounded by paint. Four of the best things in his life, yet his mind was drawing blanks!

With a soft sigh, he began to really sink into his feelings. He was happier now— sitting in the middle of all his favourite things. How precisely could he covey that in an art piece. And then, it hit him. Natan suddenly shot up and pressed a kiss to Mikan's forehead through his mask. The latter only gasped in shock as a bright shade of pink dusted her cheeks. Aoi watched in silence as she bit back her jealousy.

As they both watched him move to the table, the bright blue of the back of his jacket met their gaze. He scurried around for a little while before grabbing a few cans of spray paint. Natan hurried back to where they were and stood before the formerly daunting wall. "Hey, could you please back up. I don't wanna get paint on you," he murmured, now shaking a can. The ball rattled inside before he raised it to the cloth. Respecting his wished, Mikan and Aoi then shifted away from Natan to let him do his thing.

The can hissed as it sprayed paint to taint the white. Line after line, a design slowly began to form. Now sensing that their boyfriend was back on track, both Aoi and Mikan decided to give him space to work. They engaged in idle conversation as they waited. It didn't take long for the sound of constant movement and shuffling to cease. Suddenly curious, pale blue irises flicked to peek at his work. Her jaw fell open.

In bright, bold letters, the words 'Splash of Life' had been sprayed on the walls. The design was simple, seemingly still missing something...

And it seemed that she wasn't the only one who thought so as she found Natan, standing in front of it with a contemplative expression. Without even looking away from the wall, he softly murmured, "Could one of you please give me some more paint?"

Mikan, hearing his request, immediately jumped at the opportunity to help. She grabbed a bucket of pink paint and began to make her way over to him. Surprise to no one, she tripped over her own feet and fell straight down to the ground. The paint went splattering everywhere on the floor and even got on the wall. Both the swimmer and nurse paled at sight, their jaws dropping to the floor as their eyes nearly bulged right from their skulls. Silence fell over the trio as the thick liquid trickled down the surface in thick globs.

Then, inspiration struck. With sparkling eyes, Natan turned to the nurse on the floor. "Mikan... You're a genius!" he exclaimed. Both the girls stared at the artist as though a screw had loosened from his head. They gave each other wary looks. But their concern confusion didn't last long as he turned to them with the brightest eyes they'd seen on him in a long while. "You'd do that again, right? Please?"

Natan's hands clasped together and the pair couldn't find it in their hearts to resist such a plea. With each showing amusement in their gaze, they all went to grab a bucket of paint from the small station provided. After setting a portion of it aside (no wasting of materials will be done in this household), they got to work. Colour after colour, splashes and splatters began to decorate the wall to give it thar extra dose of life it so desperately needed. And after waiting for the paint to dry, Natan redid some of the details that had been lost in the chaos.

Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, the masked artist slowly withdrew himself from the newly decorated surface. Pride and admiration glimmers in the eyes of all three Hope's Peak students. And at that particular moment, the owner of the building rounded the corner. "It's been a while, I trust everything is proceeding nice–"

He stood, frozen, as he took in the sight of their hard work. He then began to applaud. And if the trio had squinted, they probably would be found a crystalline tear forming at the corner of his eye. The pride they'd all felt only seemed to multiply at the wordless praise. The property owner then began to sing his own song of praise— commenting the use of colour, shape and line and it really spoke to him as the viewer.

This went on for several minutes.

By then, Aoi had gained a deadpan expression on her face. Mikan had begun to stare at the man with mild concern and fear. And Natan couldn't help but feel awkward under the endless onslaught of praise. All three of them watched the older man dance in front of the wall as he droned on and on about its excellence.

Then, the man snapped his head and locked eyes with Natan. The younger flinched at the sudden action. In mere seconds, the owner was in front him, clasping the boy's hands in his own as more words of approval flowed from his lips, "You have a talent, my boy! It's best you embrace it in as many opportunities as possible. Hold on, I must tell my friends! They'd love to hear of this!" And with that, he was off, leaving a few very confused teenagers behind him.

All three of them blinked in disbelief at the scene before a soft giggle was heard. One turned to two. And that spread to the third. Soon, all three of them were laughing with one another— doubling down and hugging their stomachs. Once the amusement died down, they stared right back up at the wall again.

The air was thick with smell of paint, but seemed light, despite of that. They all stood in silence before the man returned yet again. He held his phone in his hand. "Please me that you'd grant me the honour of taking your photo, young man!" he exclaimed, already charging towards the artist in question who only stiffened slightly.

Aoi gently shoved her lover to him with an encouraging smile, "Go for it! He worked hard, so he deserves it!" Mikan only gave a nod of agreement as the boy stumbled closer to the man. It wasn't long before he was set in front of his work and everyone else stood a fair distance away to capture the both in the frame.

After a brief moment, Natan blurted out, "Hold on!" They all paused, now looking at him with mild confusion. Before they could even begin tk question him, he continued, "Can my girlfriends also be in the photo? They helped out a lot in this too. It only feels right."

The property owner only shrugged and gave the go-ahead. Both girls rushed over to their boyfriend with gleeful grins and stood on each side of him. After deciding on a pose, the picture was taken. Everything about it screamed lively— the art, the light, the brightened look in their eyes, their smiles.

Aoi immediately approached the man to view the photo and asked that he sent her a copy. After a brief discussion, filled smiles and wild gestures, an agreement was made.

Now, they picture is hung in a spot— safe from paint and any other harmful or damaging materials— on a wall in Natan's studio. As he works, he occasionally finds himself glancing and smiling at the sight and memories it brings forth.

Thanks a lot to @ultimategraffitiguy for the request! Honestly, this was a but of a challenge since Ive never really written polygamy before surprisingly. Especially with such different characters. So it was a fun challenge.

Honestly, this took way longer than I expected and it killed me. Tell me why it took so long long even find a date spot for them!! There was first the beach, but I couldn't because of Natan's scars (could've been a cute fic. Now, I'm invested🤔). I wanted the aquarium, but I was worried about Mikan's fear of large things. Then, I actually GOOGLED date ideas. I wanted something calming, so I could focus on the characters, instead of the date itself. So eventually, painting stuck and this came out.

Now that I think about it, I might make a part 2 with the beach idea. It sounds pretty cute overall...🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️)

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I really hate when I stumbled upon stuff like this when I'm already swamped with work.

3- Blue Lock

An Au where after Blue Lock players' game with team World Five, the members of the last team get interested on Rin(who is my baby) and decided to take him under their wing.

They discuss with Ego about them being allowed to visit Rin and train him which Ego ends up allowing after a very long talk(how they convinced him is up to the writer) and the next thing Rin knows, he had been kidnapped by the group.

Slowly Rin opens up to them and accepts them as his friends(and maybe older brother figures?) and whenever he has free time, he hangs out with them(in person, by text or video).

At first no one in Blue Lock noticed this until the game against Japan U-20 where Pablo, Loki, Dada, Luna and Adam go to watch a cheer for Blue Lock's team and later when they win, while everyone congratulates Isagi, they all run to Rin and start congratulating him and saying he should have used this or that thing they taught him but that he had been amazing in the game and Blue Lock wouldn't have won without him there(I would be very happy if there was a bit of jealous Sae, especially with Luna being close to Rin).

How this changes anything eles(Rin would still go to PXG), what ships there would be, etc is up to the writer.

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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

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!!Please don’t skip

📣🚨Urgent Appeal🚨📣

We are dying. We are living the hardest days of our lives. The war is back. Fear, hunger, oppression and displacement. My children are trembling with fear and hunger. Imagine for a moment that they are your children.

"Please, your help and donation, even if it's just $50, will make a big difference in my children's lives, especially my son Nour El-Din, who is 9 months old. He was born prematurely during the war, and he has breathing problem . His needs are costly, including diapers, milk, wet wipes, and clothes, especially since the cold has started. We live in a tent, our tent destroied from rain so my childreen exposed to fear from the war,cold .rain added there is insects, and dogs. Help me save my children."

Please help us by sharing . Reblog the last post me on your page so that we can collect donations and get out of the war and buy the essential needs you are our hope. I will be very grateful to you . Donate 50$ enough the change my life❤🙏🏼

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Donate here ⬇️✅

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Breaking News ‼️‼️

It's the end of G@za , In anytime you won't see us again 💔 So please read this and help a mom and her three kids 🙏🙏🙏📢

13/04/2025 4:04 am Severe destruction hit the Aalma'madani Hospital in central Gaza after an Israeli airstrike, despite it being the only functioning hospital in the city with limited capacity.

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My full story 🙏💔

I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers

before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Dear my kind donors!

Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.

Please Save those innocent kids from war 🥺‼️🙏🙏

We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed‼️🥺

After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

My lovely students before war 🥺

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food

The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.

The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:

1 kg of meat = $100

1 chicken = 70$

1 kg of fish = 100$

1 bag of flour = $200

1 kg of cooking gas = $150

1 kg of sugar = $15

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of tomatoes = $10

1 kg of onions = $25

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.

. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz

You can support my family here

Or here directly in kofi or PayPal🙏🚨❤️

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I need your kindess to support me in Gaza ❤️🙏‼️

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Hi everyone,

I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

My home and my university were completely destroyed .

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️

I am a person whose dreams, life, and ambitions were stolen during the war. All I have left is the hope of escaping from here. Help me revive this hope ❤️🙏🙏

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So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️

Inge Kassab.

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Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza

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2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt Here .

I contemplate the happy faces of people around me here in Ireland and reminisce about the happy normal life my family and I had before the war. A life that turned into a distant memory for us and was replaced by an unending series of horrible nightmares.

Unlike my family in Gaza, people here have access to drinking water, all types of food, electricity, and a roof over their heads. Above all, they are safe, and I cannot help but wonder if they genuinely do appreciate these blessings in their lives enough.

People seem relaxed and laughing wholeheartedly around me in Ireland. I wish I could laugh too, but I am crushed way beyond recovery on the inside. I was evacuated by my Irish college after five months of living the horrors of war in Gaza. I hope you will never know what it feels like to live in constant fear and worry and be horrified by the most sickening and scary nightmares every single night while you are far away from your family in such circumstances.

When did my people in Gaza cease to be human beings worthy and deserving of a normal life? Has it become normal now for my family in Gaza to be starved and killed while the whole world is watching the genocide? If that is the case, then you will have to excuse me if I seek every avenue to bring them to Ireland and start a new normal life like all people here around me.

I was assured by the Irish Reugee Council (IRC) and lawyers in Ireland that there is hope I can reunite with my family in Ireland. In difficult times, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. For me and my family, you are literally our light and hope for a better life.

SOS!

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🚨URGENT🚨

Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺

My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

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Hello my supporting friends

I would extend my deepest gratitude and thanks for being supporters of people who are in dire and bad need due to the shortage of all living necessities. 😥😥😥

My family has been undergoing all forms of humiliation and oppression for almost ten months . Being jobless, my father is suffering much because lots of our basic living necessities can't be attained. 😢😢😢

Living circumstances are getting harder and harder, and this makes our daily life tragic and disastrous. Getting the basic needs has become our biggest challenges, leaving behind our dreams and aspiration. Our daily sufferings have become too great for us to bear. ,😥😥😥

A photo taken for the same girl before the war and nowadays.🤯🤯🤯

A photo of our beautiful house taken after the invasion of our neighborhood. Much destruction and rubbel have taken place. Nothing has been left for us to live in. Our belongings and possessions were completely destroyed😥😥😥

The life inside the tents under the hot weather is another tragedy. Such a life of sufferings and hardships is adding to our pain and sorrow. But with your support and standing by us, you have been lessening our loads lifted on our shoulders. So please keep helping us by donating whatever you can, sharing as much as you can and reposting messages to help get the campaign promoted.