URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸
URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸
Hello,
How do you do ? I hope to be in a good condition.
This is my special campaign
We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.
Every donation makes a different even if it a small.
As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.
There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.
Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .
We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.
Vetted By Femme intifada on telegram.
This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇
https://gofund.me/4e896ac1
Thank you all
no one deserves to endure what you and your countrymen have endured. all my love to you.
Palestine will be free.
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most now dead and buried in swill;
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as they had their time, so shall I
as they loved, so shall I
as they died in a thousand ways,
fractals spinning through space
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eternally soaring in mist and
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before all, all is lost
and down they fall into the black
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and I will crush you in my hands.
not through any ill intent,
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the tear frozen on my cheek
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