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Help a Family in Need

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Adam

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Bittersweet coffee Woozi x reader fluff

“Hello, what can i get you today?” Another day, same routine. You worked as a barista in a small cafe, in the middle of Seoul. There was nothing special about this place, approximately five tables, on a daily, there was barely any clients. There were days you served maybe twenty customers on your shift. But it was calm, all you could ask for.

You looked at the client, with a polite smile. He had a mask on and a baseball cap. It was nothing new that you’ve seen on Seoul’s streets. One in a five people wore a mask, especially at this time of year. “I would like to have an iced americano.” Low voice replied.

You looked at him, your brows furrowed.

“It’s freezing outside, are you sure you want an iced americano?” You asked, a little concerned.

“It’s what I usually get, unless you recommend something.” His eyes met yours through his glasses. You took a second to think, before replying. “Hmm, I would suggest you to have this latte.” You pointed to the sign on the wall. “It’s a new thing on our menu, a clone syrup flavoured coffee, with cinnamon.” He nodded approvingly. You smiled again, typed it in your computer, letting him pay. You made the coffee, it was the first time in a while someone actually agreed on this one. Usually people took a quick cup of cappuccino and called it a day. You made sure to make it extra delicious.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the cafe, a sweet smell of cinnamon on top. You approached the man, and placed the coffee on his table. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You told him before coming back to the counter.

“I will, thank you.” He replied before tasting the coffee.

Days passed, weeks even. The weather got warmer, but it was still chilly. You looked out of the window, realizing that the sun has come out. You sighed deeply, sipping on your tea, your attention was quickly changed to the customer that walked into the shop, so you placed the cup on the counter, fixing your apron and walking to the register. “Hello, what can I get you?” You threw that smile, the same kind smile.

“Clone syrup latte, please.” You recognize the voice.

“Oh… i’m sorry to inform you but we stopped doing that coffee..” You replied.

“Why?” He asked curiously.

“It was our winter coffee, and it’s almost end of it so we stopped..” You said looking at him. “But you didn’t like the coffee either way, did you?”

He looked at you shocked, his expression was clear even through his mask.

“You came here every day, ordering it. And you stayed until the end of my shift, but I always saw your grimace when you’ve drunk it..” You laughed softly. “Why?”

His eyes were looking at the counter, his hand started scratching the back of his neck. “I saw how you’ve enjoyed making it, so i ordered it every time..” His eyes met yours.

You felt a blush creeping on your cheeks hearing that, your lips pressed together forming a smile.

“And you stayed almost whole time of my shift because?” “Because i enjoy your company.” You felt a pang in your chest, a familiar warmth.

You let out a chuckle, you looked him in his eyes.

“You don’t have to lie about your taste from now on.. i’ll make you anything you’d like.” “Good, because i hated that coffee.”

You both laughed, the whole situation was funny, but you thought it was adorable in a way. That he kept coming over, for that coffee. What was even funnier was that, you also hated that coffee, but you loved the smell of cinnamon, and felt that this coffee was special in a way.

“I’m Y/N.” You sticked out your hand to the man. He slid down his mask, shaking your hand. “I’m Jihoon.”