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Please take a look at my story.🇵🇸💔

!! My children and I are in great danger!! Dear, I know you are receiving a lot of messages, but I really need your help 😭😭😭

Hello, I am Hanan Mahmoud from Gaza and my children lost everything from our home, our work and our car💔💔💔 Donate 30 euros

I need to buy medicine for my children, expensive diapers and some treatments

Everything is expensive, food, medicine and all the necessities of life are expensive💔⁉️⁉️💔

We are suffering from severe famine in Gaza, there is no food or healthy water to drink, we live in very cold winter conditions, and we live under terrifying bombing 💔

Please help us, we have nothing but ourselves 🙏🙏

Please donate to us, your donation will make a difference to us 💔💔

Your donation will give us hope to continue living 🙏🙏🙏Your donation will contribute to rebuilding our lives and securing travel costs to get out of Gaza from Yes to protect my children ✅️ My number on the list has been verified by @gazavetters (#270) ✅️

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Uh, so... Squidward do you have anything to share with the class?

My favorite

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My name is Edwin I made the mimic

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Isn't that how the saying goes? :p

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Oh god I don't know what to draw :(

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dan.. Dan Mandel.. From danvs.. I lobe you..

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My name is Elin, I am 40 years old, and a mother of three children. Not long ago, I lived a peaceful and happy life with my husband — the man who was the reason for my joy. He provided everything for us, and our home was filled with love, security, and dreams for our children😭💔

But everything changed when the war reached us in Gaza......💔

Our home, our safe place, was completely destroyed. Now we live in a torn, fragile tent that offers no protection from the cold, the heat, or the fear that surrounds us.💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

My daughter Alaa is a doctor. She once carried a message of healing and hope. But the war took her job and shattered her future. My other daughter💔, Shaimaa, was a university student.😥☹️ She had dreams and goals, but her education and hopes were stopped by the sound of bombs and destruction.

My youngest child, Adam, was badly injured. He has a skull fracture and needs ongoing medical treatment just to survive. Watching him suffer daily, without the care he desperately needs, breaks my heart in ways I cannot describe.😥💔

We also care for my elderly father. He suffers from high blood pressure and diabetes. Recently, he sustained a serious injury to his left eye, and he needs an urgent, complex surgery — but we have no access to the care he needs😭💔

I feel powerless as a mother. There is no greater pain than watching your children’s dreams fade, and their lives hang in the balance.💔🇵🇸

I know you will never let me down 🙏🥹

We didn’t choose this life. We are not just numbers on the news. We are people — families — who once had normal lives, just like yours💔😭

All I ask for is safety for my children. A chance for them to live, to hope, and to heal

I know you won't let me down🙏🇵🇸

Please, don’t forget us......🇵🇸

link gofundme...🙏

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SO.. about that oiled up twerk off ... Uhmm .. *sweats and rubs the back of neck like a fucking anime boy*

Happy Pride Month everynyan :D if this gets 10 likes I'll draw imposter dan and dan having a twerk off OILED UP 👅👅 👅👅👅

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Happy Pride Month everyone! 🌈🏳️‍🌈

Everyone except for you-know-who, that is.

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Happy Pride Month everynyan :D if this gets 10 likes I'll draw imposter dan and dan having a twerk off OILED UP 👅👅 👅👅👅

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Ohhh yeeshhh my balls...

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Guys... Guess who my favorite mlp character is

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"Yes I love my sister applejack rarity! :D"

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My name is Abdallah Fawzi, and I’m from Gaza.

The war has left us with nothing—no home, no work, no safety.

I have a few kind supporters, but the need is far greater than what I can manage with the little help I’ve received.

I’m trying to raise even the smallest amount to help my family survive and possibly evacuate.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #598 )✅️

If you can donate, I’m beyond grateful. If not, a share truly means everything.

Every bit of support is a lifeline.

Thank you for reading and for standing with us.

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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.

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I have fucking exam to do.. pinkie pie.. Help..

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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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