🌟 A Plea From Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Greek mythology : Hermes - God of thieves, travelers, merchants, speed and messenger of the gods, known as the divine trickster

My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them

Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink

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My name is Mahmoud Mohammed Jaafar Jaafar. I studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engin

Any amount you give me will help me a lot, even if it is $10.

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Hello👋. The name is Fares Zaher Hanoun from Gaza. He suffers from epilepsy (convulsions) and psychological illnesses🚑. Due to the war and very difficult circumstances, his condition began to worsen due to the lack of continuous treatment and psychological pressure. From the suffering and pain we are experiencing, I ask for urgent attention and assistance💔🥹.

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Our daily struggle to find a piece of bread 🍞

It is well known now that the people of Gaza in the south part are struggling and experiencing the hunger again due to lack of wheat flour 🌾 , which is necessary to make bread 🥖 🍞

Yesterday i have made my journey to bring bread from one of the bakery in Nuserirat area, after waiting for more than 5 hrs, unfortunately I was not able to bring eatable bread to my small family.

The price of 20 small bread is 20 nis (about 5,5$), and from the black market it is more 10-15$.

Here is a documention for my journey to survive and wait in a long queue for a piece of bread

Hope this war will end soon, to back to our normal lives

Stop 🛑 the war

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Lord Hermes is everywhere I go.

I see Him in the birds that migrate South for the winter. I see Him in the friendly face of the mailwoman who brings my packages and always leaves a treat for my dog.

I feel Him in the crafty half-truths I tell interviewers in the hope of landing a job that makes me happy. I feel Him in the careful selection of every word I use so that those around me may take me seriously.

His presence is warm and comforting, yet He always says what needs to be said, even when I don't want to hear it. And for that, I appreciate him immensely.

My name is Mohammed Ayyad from Gaza. My wife, children and I were displaced quickly since the first days of the war on Gaza, leaving behind all our wealth and dreams. We are forced to leave our home and live in the south of Gaza, Rafah.

A few days after we left the house and went to the south (Rafah) we announce our tactics to our home with ease our beautiful next and destroyed everything we owned. Everything we had went with the wind, we are now working in hell (the tent) suffering one from collecting wood to cook food which is clearly difficult to produce from the water that was spread and is polluted by the cursed war and our work we lose our source of livelihood.

I became a desperate refugee and dug into a very small tent, without water and food life became horrible and sad with the disappearance of the need to survive. It is a struggle for survival.

Because of the continuous bombing and the difficulty of living with the high expectations our life is security our life is peace, we ask generous people to donate to service our planes. Our lives are threatened at any time, and everyone is exposed and death is not. We have never been safely moved to a place until war, and we have never lost our lives at any moment. Every little contribution counts, and your donation, small and big, makes an impact and helps improve safety and compatibility.

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A small writing of my idea of ​​Cody suffering from deafness because of Morocco that I told you before (because I am better at writing than drawing)

.-“Cody? Is everything okay?”-.

The Chife asked as he knocked on the door to the room of his youngest son, who had not wanted to talk to anyone after the doctor gave them the diagnosis a few days ago.

He was now suffering from deafness and it may worsen over time to the point of being completely deaf in both ears.

.-“Can I come in?”-.

He asked, although he wasn't really expecting an answer because he really wanted to comfort his boy, hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay.

Cody was lying on his bed, curled up looking at any point in his room, his breathing was so slow that it seemed like he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Charlie sat next to him and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Cody shivered a little at his father's touch, who removed his hand instantly, fearing that the touch with his ear had hurt him. A small awkward silence was created between them, at least until Charlie dared to speak.

.-“Cody...I know that this, all of this is overwhelming but I know that we are going to be able to overcome it, I know that you will be strong and you will try to keep going because I know you and I know that you are not one of the people who gives up quickly”-.

Cody didn't say anything, he just turned around to look at his father, his eyes were full of tears that threatened to come out, he was shaking and the words were stuck in his throat, he could feel them.

It was the first time Charlie had seen Cody or any of his children this sad, he pulled him close and hugged him while also laying down on the bed so Cody would be more comfortable, the blonde boy started crying uncontrollably, he felt completely miserable, his world was falling apart and he felt so lost thinking that his whole life was over.

.-“Shshshsh, it's okay little one, it's okay, I'm here, everything is going to be okay, I promise”-.

Cody only sank deeper into his chest looking for some comfort, which he got with his father caressing his back up and down while pulling him even closer to him, Charlie had to bite his tongue to keep from crying too, hearing his son's desperation broke his heart, plus he was also scared, scared of what his son's life would be like from now on, he believed in his own words, he knew that Cody was strong and that he wouldn't give up but that didn't mean he wasn't worried.

It took a long time until Cody finally calmed down, he was tired and his eyes were burning, he was falling asleep, his father's warmth made him want to stay there forever, he wanted to sleep and never wake up, in the end, he closed his eyes and his breathing became even calmer, Chief Burns noticed it, he took the sheets so he could put them on Cody and considered the option of leaving him there asleep but, a part of him didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay to hug his little boy (he was only 12,he wasn't even a teeneger), he wanted to sleep next to him to take care of his sleep, he decided that as long as there was no emergency he would not get up and that even so, the team could take care of it themselves, so he settled down to be closer to his son and could forget about everything for a moment, although what he could not forget was that Moroco managed to commit one last crime by harming his son in this way, and it did not matter that he was already dead, he would never stop hating him for that.

(I hope you liked it and I think this could be an AU, the only problem is that I don't have a name yet and I probably write this in Ao3 [I say that a lot])