🌍✨ A Voice From Gaza: Fighting For Hope ❤️‍🩹

Am by names of Shamim ,am aged 23years and am a transgender man who lives in camp of refugees in Sudan .

I ran from home after my parents found out that am an lgbtq member ,in this they wanted even to kill me because in islam following in love with your fellow gender mate is Hallam.

In this they chased me out of home and they said that am no longer there biological child at all in this may parents said that l might be cursed .

So l had to move to Sudan ,where l found a certain camp and its called Gorom refugee camp settlement.

In this camp l found alot of people ,and children ,l joined the camp but situation was not good on my side ,no food ,no shelter ,no clean drinking water,still to me as a transgender man l faced discrimination ,homophobic attacks ,still no access to any work because of my gender appearance ,.

Now am in the month of Ramadan and l would love to fast because me am a moslem,but unfortunately as have told u about the situation am passing through some times l fail to fast.

Kindly in need of food ,drinks at least so that l can get Daku .

I wish l could get support from anywhere in this fasting period InshaAllah🤲🤲

He’s just so 😑

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I don't know who needs to hear this but it's ok if you can't hear your deities talking, whether physically or mentally

It's ok if you don't dream with them

It's ok if you can't feel their presence

It's ok, darling!

They still love you. They love you very dearly, just as much as you love them!

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

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Holding Onto Memories 🎞️

There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Digital Offering to Lord Hermes

I forgot to put snakes and if I forgot another thing you can tell me

Hey *hand on shoulder* you know that Greece, along with most of the balkan countries, has been under ottoman turkish rule for more than 400 years? You know that Greece today has many economic problems today, despite it's history being rich?

You know that Greece is very prone to forest fires and natural disasters?

Also, do you know that Greece, along with Serbia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, as well as Montenegro... They are all protesting against corruption, and no one talked about it.

You talk about wanting to have temples to worship in modern day, but you don't care about the land that those temples would be built on?

Greece may be an Orthodox Christian country. But trust me, the gods are still very much living there. Their spirit is still there. Poseidon is still ruling the waves, Zeus is still watching over in the sky, Demeter is taking care of the crops.

All i am asking is... Spread awareness. I am saying this on behalf of my greek friend, firstly, who has complained to me about their issues not being heard. LEARN HISTORY. STUDY CURRENT WORLD EVENTS. SEND LOVE TO THE LAND OF GREECE, WHO HAS ENDURED GREAT HARDSHIPS.

I really need to talk about this,I canʼt shut anymore

Personally I think Morocco had a lot more potential to manipulate Cody than just that, plus it wasn’t smart at all to tell him to join him, not only because Cody would have done it but because he was literally right next to Kade, plus Cody wasn’t going to just shut up with a “We’ll see”, yeah okay, it worried him but that didn’t mean anything in the end, plus the way everything happened was really stupid on Morocco’s part, nothing seemed planned and the way he was defeated didn’t feel very memorable for a villain who promised as much as he did.

Personally I’m hurt that they couldn’t have done something like a two-parter, because I really would have liked them to have manipulated him a bit more so that his rescue would have had more weight.

(Maybe I just overthinking)

I guess you don't need to ask these guys how often they think about the Roman Empire...

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

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Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️