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Hey, don’t cry. You can log onto the computer and talk to other gay people about The Characters okay??
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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. 💚
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"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.
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i’m going to heal from this and someday i’ll live in an apartment with a sunlit kitchen in a city i love and my best friends around the corner
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hi guys. everything feels so bad and i want to scream and cry. but i will keep seeking joy anyway. love you bye
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Hello my friends , i hope you are well, i want your help
We are literally die.
Please support me for treatment 😔💔
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* 18/3/2025 :
The war is back again and worse, today I did not find any food to put on my family's table in Ramadan iftar, knowing that I am the breadwinner for my family after my father retired from work two years ago, the horrific scenes that we see daily in Gaza move stones, but they still do not move large groups of people, damn every person who failed, you left us to face death in all its forms ...
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In the heart of Gaza
, where wounds never heal, a small family refuses to surrender. Their suffering has been transformed into strength, and they have made love their homeland. ❤️🩹🍉
Gaza is not just a city , but an immortal spirit, even in the most difficult circumstances. Despite everything, this family dreams of a better day.🏚🔜🏠
We hope you can help us build our lost home. Simple donations make a huge difference in our lives.🌿🇵🇸
Thank you to everyone for your support🫂🥹
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her starring in the ronnie spector biopic was honestly written in stone
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This is our life now, and how is your life now?

It's the story of a man who had dreams just like you, but war stole them.👇👇
My name is Abdullah, I am 20 years old. I was a university student. I had dreams for a bright future, but I did not know that war would come and make me ask for money in this difficult way. But this is life.


I created the campaign for two purposes:
1-Complete my education
I want to complete my education but this is difficult now because of the high fees so I hope you can help me with a little money
This link is to help complete my education.👇👇🥹



2-Escape from war and travel
After this war, everything will be destroyed, houses, schools, universities, streets, roads and infrastructure, so life will become difficult.

to help escape the war👇👇
Now can you donate a cup of coffee in the morning?
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Famine, displacement and death...
The situation is getting worse day by day. There is no food, no milk, nothing ... only death. Not a second goes by without bombing, blasting, or killing innocent people and children.😭💔


As you can see in the picture, people are being killed every day for no reason, and corpses are flying in the air from the force of the bombing, and no one is moving a muscle.😭😔🙏
There is no food, no milk, no medicine, our lives are in danger...my family is in danger..😭


Help us and donate to buy food, milk and medicine for my family. We will die of hunger and bombing...🙏😭💔🍉
‼️You are our last hope‼️
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Help Noor Rebuild Her Life and Care for Her Children
I am Noor, a mother of three children: Yamen (5 years old), Tala (11 years old), and Yara (9 years old). I once lived a simple life in Gaza, filled with love and hope, but the war took everything from us.



My husband has been missing since the start of the war, and I have no idea where he is or what happened to him. Our home, our safe haven, was completely destroyed in a bombing. I had no choice but to flee with my children, moving from one place to another, with nowhere to call home.
But the suffering didn’t stop there. I was severely injured in an airstrike, leaving me unable to move my right hand entirely. I’ve undergone two surgeries so far, but my hand remains lifeless. My leg was also severely injured and requires ongoing treatment. I am unable to do even the simplest things for my children, who look at me with eyes full of fear and hope.
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I traveled to Egypt, clinging to the hope of receiving the medical care I so desperately need. However, the cost of treatment is overwhelming. The surgeries, medications, and physical therapy are all essential, but I simply cannot afford them.

My children need me, and I need your help. I don’t want to give in to pain or despair, but I cannot do this alone. Every donation you make is a lifeline for my children to feel safe again and a ray of hope for me to regain my strength and stand by their side.
Please, help me. Give me the chance to recover, to care for my children, and to be the mother they so desperately need
The campaign has been checked by @90-ghost here
Donation Link
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