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According to a BBC report, over 20 people in Gaza have died from suffocation and stampedes while trying to get food aid. This is not just a tragedy — it's a human disaster that exposes the level of hunger forcing people to die in pursuit of a single bite of bread. Imagine bread soaked in blood, lives lost not in battle, but in desperate lines for survival.

We are living a nightmare — where hunger kills, aid is a ghost, and fear surrounds us at every turn. Stepping out to find food could mean I never return. Death isn’t only from bombs, but from being crushed beneath the feet of the starving.

Please, if you're reading this, don’t stay silent. I’m asking you to support us financially any amount, no matter how small, can save a life. Donate, or help me amplify my voice, so I can buy safe food without risking my life. I don't want to die looking for a piece of bread. Share this post and be part of a lifeline in the face of starvation and death.

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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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FOONA FEST Music, arts, and furry fest is back for the third year!!! If you're in the DC/MD/VA area, come through for an absolute heater line-up, great vendors, and a foosball tournament? :0 :3c

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Commission for @velibuddy

She's a funky lady.

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It's Imperative!

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How quaint of the beast

She wishes to be clean

She wishes to be pure

Look what she's endured

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brave faces everyone

(piglet's big game x magritte)