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I MADE IT!!!! just like my comment~ took a while but i did it ☝️🙂‍↕️ really hope it's everything you were wanting 🫶

MY LOVELY AMAZING TALENTED KPOP WRITERS PLEASEEE I NEED A FIC LIKE THIS IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 IDC ABOUT WHICH IDOL JUST PLEASE MAKE ME SOMETHING ILL DIE TO READ IT!!! 😭😭😭😭

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Ruby Lips, Sexy Hips (the typa chick you wanna sing about)

Pairing: Rockstar! Woozi x Fan! Female! Reader

Length: 1,811 words Genre: 90's(?) au, rockstar au, meet-cute

Warnings: making out, woozi puts his hand on reader's thigh, one curse word, woozi calling reader pet-names, lots of use of the words: lips, ruby

inspired by post from @leahwrldlol

thank you @gnabhanji04 for helping me out with this!!

P. Board Playlist

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"Thank you & Good Night!" Woozi yelled into his mic, bowing to the crowd as he stepped off the stage. He felt high off the energy inside the venue, floating on the way they screamed his name. "Thanks," he responded offhandly as someone handed him a water bottle. Woozi dunked his head back, letting the cool liquid soothe his throat.

"JI! My man!" A voice called out, their arm falling down onto his shoulders. He smiled back in greeting to the other three rockstars. Chan and Hongjoong following behind the eldest, Yuta. "Great show tonight."

"Thanks, guys," Woozi replied as he slide out from Yuta's embrace, still hot from being under the heat of the lights. He chugged more of his water, finishing the rest of the bottle.

"Afterparty at the factory?" Chan asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"You know it," Woozi smirked, walking backwards into the awaiting crowd of groupies and hardcore fans. Shaking his head as the other three males whooped in exictement.

"Met you there!" They yelled back. Woozi ignored his friends cheers instead turning around to his fans. He stopped abruptly, barely catching himself as he narrowly avoided falling into the female fan standing in front of him.

"Hi," Woozi breathed out with an airy smile gracing his face. "Want me to sign that?" he asked as he reached for the sharpie in her hand. His fingers brushing against hers as he took the pen. "Who to?"

"Y/N!" she spoke as leant closer to the star, her red lips speaking near his ear.

"Y/N.." Woozi tested, rolling the name around in his mouth as he got used to the name. He stood back, his eyes dragging up and down the female's body. Her dark hair bringing out the deep red on her full lips. His gaze lingered at the slither of skin between her cropped shirt and tiny skirt. Glupping, he looked away to stare back into her eyes, which were darken with the eyeliner around them. "You know, you're the type o' girl they write rock songs about," he flirted. Woozi smiled, delighted as he noticed how her breath hitched in the slightest manner.

"Really?" Y/N questioned, once she gained her composure back. She quirked her ruby lips as she raised an eyebrow back at him.

"Oh yeah, Y/N... I'll think of something," he continued with a hum.

"I'll hold you to it then," she flirted back, their eyes never leaving each other's. His eyes flickered over her entirety once more.

"That's fine by me. I'll see you soon, Y/N," Woozi whispered the last part, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. He tore himself away from her, unaware to the way her body violently shivered as he moved on. "Cheol," Woozi beckoned his close friend and manager over.

"Everything okay?"

"Peachy. Do you see that girl over there?" Woozi pointed out, craning his neck through the small crowd. "Invite her to Universe Factory for me," he informed the male.

"No problem, but will she know who's asking?" Seungcheol questioned.

"Yeah." Woozi patted the other's shoulder in thanks. "She'll know who it is," he continued, smirking as he looked in Y/N's direction once more.

"Don't make trouble for yourself," Seungcheol forewarned the rockstar. Woozi just waved him off as he greeted more of his fans. "I mean it, Jihoon."

"I know what I'm doing," Woozi reassured the older male. "She's not just another groupie."

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Y/N looked around the small club in awe. To her left was Jeonghan, famous actor and house-hold name. And sat on her right was Jay, an upcoming guitarist in the rock scene. Y/N was sure that she was one, if not only, of the very few non-celebrities in the room. She sipped on her soda in attempt to ease her nerves.

"Y/N, glad you could make it," a melodic voice spoke over the music. She snapped her head, looking over her shoulder. There in all his glory stood Woozi, the ever captivating and elusive rockstar.

"Me too," she joked, turning fully in the barstool in order to face him. "I'm still a little surprised they let me through the doors," Y/N said, taking another swig of her coke.

"Baby, this is Woozi's room. They let in anyone that I say to," he spoke absentmindedly, watching the way she tipped her head back. He licked his lips, unaware to how Y/N had caught the action. Clearing his throat, Woozi composed himself.

"Thirsty?" she teased. Her red lips smirked at him.

"Very." Woozi eyes flickered to her lips then quickly back to her eyes. They sparkled mischievously at his barely restrained actions. "Can I get you something?" He asked as he flagged down the bartender.

"Cherry Coke."

"Just a soda? Nothing with some edge?"

"Nah,this girl doesn't need more than some cola to have fun." This time Y/N's eyes dropped to look at his lips before snapping back up to his eyes.

"Alright." he shrugged. "A Cherry coke and an Cass beer please," Woozi spoke to the bartender. He leant close to the female as he ordered. "Come sit with me. I wouldn't be a good host if I left you to sit by yourself," Woozi said, turning his attention back to Y/N once more.

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

"And I won't be intruding on somebody's night?"

"Definitely not." Woozi offered his hand to the female. Taking it, Y/N allowed the male to help her off the bar stool. Woozi maneuvered the two of them so she was front of him. Placing his hand on her side, his calloused fingers rubbed at the exposed skin. "Thank you," he said as their drinks were placed onto the bar. "Come on, Y/N." Woozi guided the girl to the un-named VIP table in the corner with his hand on her hip. "Guys, meet Y/N," he greeted as they reached his trio of friends. "Y/N, meet Yuta, Chan, and Hongjoong," Woozi introduced. Y/N chuckled under her breath at his plain actions.

"Pleasure to meet you guys. Although I don't think the full introduction was needed," she spoke, trying to ease the tension. The trio silently exchanged looks with one another as Woozi urged Y/N to sit. He followed behind her, his arm returning back to her waist.

"Likewise," Hongjoong was the first to respond. Though his gaze bounced around the table in hestation. Yuta nudged the males next to him, trying and failing for it not to be noticed by the female.

"But, um..." Chan stopped. Y/N watched as the trio murmured and nervously in their seats. Her polite smile dropping as she observed their actions.

"I should go-" Y/N begins but is quickly interrupted by Woozi.

"No. These guys were just leaving, that's all." The rock-star onwer counters. He turns to the fumbling trio, eyes speaking volumes to them.

"Ji's right. Let's go kiddies," Yuta speaks, he throws you a wink as he scoots out of the booth. "Have a good night," he remarks before offically leaving Y/N with Woozi.

"I told you."

"Told me what, darling?"

Y/N laughs at the casual use of the pet name. Woozi watches her, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "I told you: I'd be intruding on somebody's night."

"Who cares?" Woozi's gaze wavers down to her dark red lips. "You're not intruding on mine," he speaks in a hush voice. A finger lightly circling the dip of Y/N's hips. A small quiet gasp, lost to the loud sound of the music in the club, falls from her lips. Y/N leans in, her face now a few inches from the singer's.

"I'm not?"

"No, I'd argue you're the highlight." Woozi drew closer, his head tilting as their eyes locked.

"Over performing for hundreds of screaming fans?"

"Oh, Y/N -" Her name coming out like honey from his mouth. "Your's are the only one that matter." He placed his other hand onto her lower thigh, his thumb cocooned between. She made the final move, erasing the miniscle space that remained. Her lips colliding with his, perfectly melding together as they devoured each other. Woozi could taste the sweetness on her tongue left from her coke. He chased it, his hands enclasping around the soft skin of Y/N as he did. She sharply inhaled, her thighs momentarily trapping his thumb as she reacted. "Fuck, baby," Woozi cursed in the air between them before diving back into her lips. Enthusiastically chasing and pulling her back in when she faltered. Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, pushing at him in order to speak.

"I should be going," she whispered, her voice hoarse and breathing hard, in the minuscule space.

"No. Stay please," he begged before pressing his lips to hers again. Using the arm around her middle, Woozi brought her closer to him.

"I wish," she mumbled against his lips as she played with the nape of his hair. "But really, I should go," Y/N said, pulling away from him once more. He followed her lips with a sigh before falling back. She tilted her head mirroring the disappointment Woozi displayed; his head flopped over the back of their seat.

"Are you sure?" Woozi turned his head to face her.

"Very," She said with a nod, though she made no effort to leave. "Not all of us can have the rock-star life," Y/N joked.

"Of course not. You're my muse," he countered, smiling as Y/N laughed with a head shake.

"Don't think it works that way, Wooz."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Pretty sure." Her voice was gentle as she spoke, coaxing the singer while he fiddled with the fabric of her bottoms.

"If you have to," he murmured dejectedly.

"I have to." Y/N finally removed herself from the male's grasp. She didn't get far, Woozi grabbing her wrist before she could go.

"Wait. Wait. Before you go, one last thing," he spoke, his thumb gently rubbing at the side of her wrist.

"And what would that be?" Y/N teased as she held back her curiousity

"My number." Both of her eyebrows raised in surprise. Y/N hadn't thought that her connection with Woozi would go beyond this; she had assumed that this would be a fun little story or joke for the future one day. "Could I borrow that pretty little lipstick of yours?" Y/N numbly nodded as she fished through her purse for the cylindarcular item. "Thank you, baby," Woozi said as she passed it to him. She watched in awe as the singer meticously marked her skin with the ruby pigment. Woozi smiled up at Y/N, their hands brushing as he handed back her lipstick. "There we go, give me a call if you need anything."

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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Urgent appeal for help 🙏🥺🥺🥺

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #538)

Update// Israel will occupied the rest of Gaza and will have no place to go to. Also hunger is killing us slowly here. Can you imagine that the flour is 600$ for one bag. My family is 8 person and now we don't find anything to eat please help my family and support us. Everything is so expensive and unbelievable 💔💔💔.Guys we need you in this harsh conditions I'm begging you. 😭😭

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.

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 . 🥺❤️

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

Inge Kassab.

Please help here

or directly here

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Don't forget us please🇵🇸❤️ Don't forget Palestinians' life🥺🍉

They are slaughtering us for more than two years as if we are animals. Where are human rights‼️‼️‼️ I need to raise my voice to people of humanity.

Breaking News ‼️‼️

6/5/2025 6:48Am in Gaza.

Israel will take the rest of Gaza and we don't know where to go next.  Also hunger is surrounding me and my family from everywhere. We are so hungry. One bag of flour reach 600$. So please do your best to save my family and help us 🙏🙏‼️‼️💔💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #515) ✅️

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!

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 and my kids are starving now with no enough food  😭‼️🥺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 🥺

My lovely home 💔💔‼️

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 now there is no meat

1 chicken = 70$ there is no chicken

1 kg of fish = 100$ now it costs 200$

1 bag of flour = $200 now it costs 600$

1 kg of cooking gas = $150 now it costs 1000$

1 kg of sugar = $50

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of onions = $50

1 kg of tomatoes = $20

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

Here

Or directly here

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An urgent appeal for help ‼️‼️🚨🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #538)

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 ❤️🙏🙏

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name. 

Sorry For tagging you guys randomly but this is the only way to reach more people and to gain your attention please help me sharing my story to people who care about Palestinians 💔🙏🙏‼️🇵🇸

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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 hope you stand with me so I can buy food for my family😔

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My name is Mosab Ahmed, and I'm a father to three beautiful daughters: Lina, Lama, and Alma.

We are living in a tent ⛺ after the war destroyed our home 💔. I lost my job, and we can't even afford a loaf of bread 🥖. My daughters can't sleep from hunger 😢. We are slowly dying in silence.

I'm injured and urgently need a second surgery on my shoulder 🩼. My 4-year-old daughter Lama had metal plates inserted in her hand and now desperately needs food and care 🥺🍲, but we can't even afford basic necessities.

Please... even a €5 donation could save us 🙏. If you can't donate, please just share my story 🔁 — every share can reach a kind heart ❤️.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

@hopeformusab – Every share makes a difference ✨

https://gofund.me/2e8603b5

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pls donate if you can, if not then pls reblog

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

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

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

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza

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pls donate if you can, if you can't then pls reblog

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Children in Gaza are slowly dying—not just from bombs, but from hunger. The war has destroyed our access to food, and mothers like me are helpless. I am terrified that my baby, Qais, will not survive much longer. He’s already weak, and I cannot find enough nutrition to keep him healthy. Please, I beg you: if you are reading this, help me save Qais. A small donation could mean food, milk, or medicine for my son.

The starvation in Gaza is real, and it’s killing our children:

1. Most markets are empty, and the prices of food are impossible for us to afford.

2. Even baby formula and basic nutrition are unavailable for mothers and infants.

3. Many children are showing signs of severe malnutrition—thin bodies, weak limbs, no energy to cry.

I don’t want to lose my child to hunger. I am doing everything I can, but it’s not enough. If you have anything to give, Please Donate To Help Qais. Your kindness could be the reason he survives. No mother should have to watch her baby starve. Please, help us.

Donate Now

If you would like to feed Qais's weak and fragile body, DONATE HERE.

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

Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #64 )🍉🇵🇸

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pls donate if you can; if not pls reblog & share further

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #561 )✅️

Stop help us please 🚨🙏🧨

Please help me. We are living in a very difficult situation: bombing, hunger, destruction, poor living conditions, and high prices. My mother, my sisters, and I have no shelter other than this tent, which provides neither protection from the cold nor from the heat. I come to you, my friend, and I beg you.

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Hi, my name is Mosab , I’m from Gaza, and like many here, I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear — my family, my home, my sense of safety, and the simple moments that once gave life meaning. 💔

I’m not writing this to ask too much of anyone. I’m sharing a piece of my story — not because I want sympathy, but because I still believe someone, somewhere, might care enough to listen.

If this message finds you at the wrong time, I understand.

I’m truly sorry if it feels like an interruption.

➡️ Please feel free to DM me if you'd rather not receive asks from me — I'll make sure not to contact you again. 🤍

✨ If you do feel moved to help — even by sharing — it means more than words can say.

Every repost, every bit of care, helps keep hope alive in a place that has seen too much darkness.

🙏 Thank you for taking the time to read.

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Wishing you peace, healing, and comfort — wherever you are.

With deep appreciation

Do repost if you can't donate but do please donate if you can

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Sharing, pls donate if you can! All reblogs would be greatly appreciated!!

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

Note: Vetted by:

1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List]

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.

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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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A Mother and Her Children in Desperate Need

Please do not ignore the message We are here dying every day harder than the one before. We are dying of hunger, bombing, fear and burning. I am noor a mother for 3 children . The youngest is 9 months old 🥺 please i dont want lose him .🙏🥺

My children are shivering with hunger, cold and fear.🥺 It is difficult for me to ask for help but I have no hope other than your kinds and your mercy with us. You are our last hope. Please save my children. Donate so I can provide them with food. Everything is expensive, i want to buy milk 50$and diapers70$ for my baby, imagine even flour we do not have, please. I need buy flour 200$and bread for my children and food to protect their weak bodies from starvation. Please donate and share so it reaches those who can help us.

Do not ignore me and be by our side and help us.🙏🥺🙏donate any thing make diffrence in my children life 🥺🙏pray for us to sray alive 🥺🥺

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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