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Hello my friends..

I hope you are fine but I want to ask you are you comfortable? Does your conscience work? Do you have humanity? I am not asking you for anything impossible. I just want you to help me and stand by me so that I can have a platinum back surgery. The cost of the surgery is expensive. Help me as much as you can and may God bless you.

Plese shaer and donate👇

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Little saleh tell that he lives in a tent ,and he doesn't have a milk , pampers ,food , and winter clothes

Saleh does not know what a home or a house means. He does not know the meaning of an amusement park or toys like other children around the world. Saleh grew up in a tent, witnessing and hearing things no mind could imagine.

Saleh asks you, what wrong has he done to live like this⁉️

🍼Please support Saleh so he can live like other children in the world.

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This is the fourth departure. I miss you, my children. May God protect you. I am afraid that we will not meet 😭🇵🇸🌹

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Donate to Save my children from death, organized by Mahmoud Hilles

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I am Rassam Ashour from Gaza 🇵🇸

I stand before you as a human being tring to support my family of 6 people in the miserable💔

My children's father died because of the Zionists in Gaza 🇵🇸💔👇🏻.

Me and my Family ❤️👇🏻

As we went to the safe zone in southern Gaza and left our homes💔👇🏻

We lost our home due to the bombing and war and we have no place left to live.

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We started cooking food over fire and wood,🔥🔥👇🏻

and my children, my elderly mother and I got sick with many diseases because of the smoke from the fire and because of the contaminated water and food that we eat.

To earn a little money I bake bread for people on a fire oven.🔥💔👇🏻

My elderly mother lives with me.She is sick and has had open heart surgery. She suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure and needs constant and expensive medication.

Thank you to all the supporters of Palestine.🇵🇸🌹🫂❤️

Wish us the war will end soon🕊️☀️🙏🏻

I hope you can help me, as I feel very helpless because I am unable to meet the needs of my family.🙂‍↕️💔

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

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Donate to Help me saving who's left of my family, organized by Mosab Derawi

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Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar: A Father's Cry from the Heart of Gaza 💔

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Urgent Humanitarian Appeal: A Displaced Family in Gaza … Ahmed Moner Alanqar needs your support for Ahmed in the Heart of War:A Father

My name is Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar, I am 34 years old, a father of four children: Qusai (12 years old) 🧒, Jouri (7 years old) 👧, Mohammed (4 years old) 👦, and Adam (1 year old) 👶. My wife, Heba (27 years old) ❤️, is my partner through this harsh journey. We are a small family who once lived with hope despite the difficult circumstances, but the recent war on Gaza has left us with nothing but pain and devastation. 😔

A Home Reduced to Rubble, Dreams Buried Underneath 🏚️

Our home, where we once felt safe, built our memories, and nurtured our children's dreams, is now nothing more than a pile of rubble. 🏳️ The sound of bombs and missiles was faster than our fleeing footsteps, and we barely managed to escape with our trembling souls. 😢

The Journey of Displacement… From Destruction to the Unknown 🚶‍♂️🛑

We were forced to flee to the south of Gaza, seeking refuge in an overcrowded school 🏫. But here, nothing resembles life:

No clean drinking water 💧🚱

No electricity ⚡❌

No proper sanitation 🚽❌

No medicine for sick children 💊❌

My children sleep on a cold floor 🛌🥶, their little stomachs aching from hunger and thirst. 🍞 My youngest son, Adam, cries all night 😭, and Jouri asks me every day: "When will we return home, Daddy?" 🥺 And I… I have no answer.

A Father's Plea to Your Hearts ❤️🙏

I am not asking for much. I am simply asking for a chance at a dignified life for my children 🏠💝, a roof to shelter them, clean water to quench their thirst 💦, and medicine to ease their pain. 🩹

Any contribution, no matter how small, can bring us a glimmer of hope 🌟 and allow me to look into my children's eyes without feeling helpless. 🥹

Help us give our children their right to live. 🕊️

Every donation makes a difference. 🤝

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From the heart of Gaza, under skies raining fire 🔥☁️, I send you this message… Please help us. 🙏

Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar 🖤

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“My Story: A Boy Fighting for His Family”

My name is Ahmed, and I am 15 years old. I never thought I would have to carry the weight of my entire family, but here I am, fighting every day to keep them alive.

We lost my father in the war. He went out one day to find food for us because we were starving. It was dangerous, but he had no choice. He never came back. He was injured and bled to death because there was no one to help him. Our neighbors found his body and buried him because we couldn’t even afford a proper burial. That day, we lost everything—our protector, our provider, and our hope.

Now, it’s up to me. I am the eldest son, and I have to take care of my mother, my twin brother Ahmed Abed, and my two little sisters. Every morning, I go out to find work. I earn barely $1 or $2 a day, which isn’t enough to buy bread for all of us. My brother started working too, but it’s the same for him. We rely on bread and whatever humanitarian aid we can get, but it’s never enough.

Winter is here, and it’s freezing. We don’t have warm clothes, blankets, or even a heater. We lost everything in the war, and the little we have now is falling apart. We live in a rented apartment, and the landlord is pressuring us for rent we can’t pay. I don’t know what will happen to us if he throws us out.

I want my brother to become a doctor. It’s my biggest dream. I want him to help people, to save lives, because no one was there to save our father. I’m ready to sacrifice everything—my childhood, my education, even my life—if it means my family can survive and my brother can have a future.

Please, if you’re reading this, help us. We don’t have much time. My family needs food, warmth, and a safe place to live. I just want to see my mother and sisters smile again, and I want my brother to have a chance to achieve his dream. You can be the reason we survive. You can be the hope we desperately need.

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🙏🚨🚨It has been over a year since the Genocide started. 🇵🇸

We are tense, and anxious, and hungry, and cold. We have been bombed and displaced as we face a genocide. 🇵🇸

Our family is smaller and smaller, many with injuries like my brother who lost his feet and hand. It has taken more than just that life and limb, this war has taken my future, my children's future, and my family's future from us. 🇵🇸🍉

The children cry out in the night from the cold and hunger. We adults hold in our pain as best we can, to try and give them comfort. But we are helpless without funds. Please donate as much as you can. Anything is enough! 🍉🍉

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A small donation can make a big difference 🍉

Note: A few days ago, I suddenly lost my campaign after it reached €20,300. I only got 12,000€, and I lost about 8,000€. It was not easy after I worked day and night to collect this amount to save my family from the genocide. I will now start from scratch and I need... Your support 💔

I am Karam from Gaza, 20 years old. I stand before you in need of your help to save my life and the life of my family from the genocidal war.

We are a family of 4 people, our house was destroyed and we became homeless, and now we need your help to reach our goal as quickly as possible.

We did not imagine that a day would come when we would live through all of this. I lost my family and my childhood home. Even my friends are no longer there. I am searching for salvation from death. I fear death and am afraid of it. The idea is terrifying to leave your dreams and ambitions and the life you planned for and leave this world. We do not We deny death, but we do not want to live it now.

I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??

It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza: no food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, and psychological pressure.💔

I don't want to die!!🥹

Please help me save my life and get out of here to safety 🙏

Your donation will save my life, it's the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal through your donation and participation please don't let me down.

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“Silent watcher” Kenzo Tenma x F!Reader

genre: fluff, slight angst to comfort. cw: slight spoilers, anxiety, dealing with trauma, post canon au

The second week of October in the foothills of southern Germany was overcast. From the small open balcony, where her feet were freezing from standing for so long, there was a view of the misty plain a couple of dozen meters down the slope. She rested her shoulder on the door frame, slightly leaning to the side, and dispassionately watched the drumming raindrops. The humidity of the air provided a sense of coolness with each breath, as if reaching the alveoli directly, and the rhythmic pounding of the drops hitting the surface was pleasantly calming.

Once she hated the rain. But then something changed. No, the rainfalls did not become less frequent, less gray. She became different.

From a warm awareness, a shadow of a smile appeared on her calm face, and her auditory receptors were distracted by another monotonous sound. The rustle of the rain slowly began to replace by the rustle of a pen sliding over paper, coming from the bedroom they shared for the duration of their stay in the hotel. Her bare feet carefully stepped over the wooden sill, not wanting to feel the still fresh pain of hitting it last night, and found themselves on a room’s floor which was only a couple of degrees warmer than the wet tiles of the balcony. Her hair, slightly fluffed up by the moisture, kept trying to get into her face as her quiet steps made their way towards the desk.

He had once loved the rain. But then something had changed. No, the rainfalls had not become less frequent, less gray. He had become different.

The black ink of the pen traced the lines of the German alphabet evenly on the expensive coated paper. He wanted to focus on the unwanted mail, just not to hear it, just not to remember it, just not to see it. The meaningless advertisements and annoying requests for interviews that he had finally learned to ignore seemed to be a salvation for him at such moments. Focusing on the calligraphic handwriting, on the work of the hand, writing the letters with excessive diligence, he was distracted. Perhaps this was partly why he decided to connect his life with neurosurgery. Endless hours of painstaking manual work freed him from the need to live in the present. The brain was busy, the heart also temporarily fell quiet. The silence lulled.

Kenzo continued to write out template phrases of greetings, apologies, farewells. It seemed as if just a little more and he would go to the neighboring rooms, collecting advertising letters, and would write responses to them, signing them himself as Mr. N or Mrs. T. He himself, also not noticing, slightly blushed from excessive efforts, completely immersed in routine work.

The pen froze only for a moment, when a cool trace of someone else's palm remained on his hot cheek, on the opposite temple - a slight imprint of cold lips.

If someone had been watching them through the window that overlooked the shallow slope, they would have been reminded of Klimt's "Kiss". The play of temperatures descended on his collarbone, diving under the collar of his wide shirt along with a woman's forearm, as cold as the pads of her fingers, which still tormented the capillaries on his cheek with a chill. The rain was disgusting to him. The rain was mixed with blood, hatred, the sticky and tenacious nightmare of Ruenheim. But now only it gave him another moment with her, another joyful moment of life. Another second, minute, hour, day spent with someone who truly knew him. Love in the present, not the future and not the past.

And only the rain could paint their "Kiss".

English is not my first language, but I’m pretty fluent, so had to use translator and correct some mistakes, would love some feedback :)