🙏😔Stop, please 😔🙏
We have been displaced several times, and our tragedy has reached the point that we now live in a tent that is unfit for living. We desperately need your help, I have launched a donation campaign but I cannot get the funds so I can get $4000 to get through this current crisis.
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I like this one <3
miku but she grew up alienated in her country and doesnt know much about her culture 💔
Inktober 2024 Day 1: Backpack
I finished this show a little while ago, and the only thing I could think of was his backpack. I love the art in this show <3
Bingqiu fic where Luo Binghe works in a shitty cafe and Shen Yuan is a frequent visitor. When Luo Binghe isn’t on shift the food tastes like ass and none of the cleaning gets done, so he memorizes his shifts (like a normal person, Airplane, that’s not creepy why are you looking at him like that)
They flirt back and forth (at least Binghe thinks so) and Luo Binghe quickly becomes enamored with the cute guy with glasses and an obsession with bad novels.
Luo Binghe keeps dropping hints, and asks him if he’s single. Shen Yuan says yeah, of course he is.
Alright… but… Luo Binghe’s getting mixed signals.
If Shen Yuan is so single why does he keep bringing a harem into the cafe??
No, Shen Yuan, it’s not just a study session when Liu Qingge keeps staring at you from across the table like he wants to marry you!!!
No, Shen Yuan, it’s not just a ‘catch up with old friends’ when Yue Qingyuan keeps asking you if you want to share a milkshake and insists on spoon feeding you bites of his dishes!!
NO, SHEN YUAN, it’s NOT just a ‘causal hangout’ with Shang Qinghua. Why does he keep clinging on to you and calling you personal nicknames??
Luo Binghe is dying while he tries to keep up his facade of customer service afloat.
Scenes include: giving Shang Qinghua the wrong order 108284 times, ‘accidentally’ spilling coffee on Yue Qingyuan and giving Liu Qingge half burned food.
Shen Yuan is very confused at why his favorite cafe’s quality is suddenly going down in quality. Binghe… are you feeling alright?? Why do you seem so jealous of these people?? It’s not like he’s gay or something.
[Picture of Tamer before the war in his clinic]
I have hesitated and delayed for a long time to write these words and create an account on GoFundMe, but the need has become very urgent due to what I see of death approaching myself and my family.
To begin our story, it is important to introduce my family, who are the core of my existence and the source of my strength during these turbulent times:
We are a family of four suffering for over 9 months from a brutal war that spares neither humans nor stones.
Mother: The Heart of Our Home
My mother embodies generosity and kindness as a devoted homemaker, always prioritizing her family's well-being. Her unwavering love remains our sanctuary amidst the chaos.
Father: The Pillar of Strength
My father, Majed, a dedicated professor, faced the destruction of the university he served. Despite this, his commitment to education and society remains unshaken.
Brother: A Beacon of Healing
My brother, Mohammad, a compassionate doctor, confronts the challenges of healthcare amidst dwindling supplies and occupation brutality, showcasing remarkable dedication to healing.
Tamer: A Dream Deferred
As for myself, Tamer, I was on the verge of a new beginning, with aspirations to further my career in Germany. I had saved thousands of dollars for the mandatory block account to support my stay abroad. However, the conflict has not only shattered my professional dreams but also consumed what didn't burn of my savings, compelling me to fight for my family's survival amidst the escalating costs of basic human necessities.
[Picture of the family before the war]
I have lost the lives of my dearest friends, neighbors, and much of what I loved.
We have lost our home with all its dreams and memories. A five-floor house completely leveled to the ground!!
[Pictures of the destroyed house]
I lost my clinic, my only source of livelihood.
[picture of the clinic]
My neighborhood .
[picture of the destroyed neighborhood]
Since the beginning of the war, we were forced to flee our home in the north of the Gaza Strip to the supposed safe area in the south. But unfortunately, this was just the beginning. We have been displaced four times in the same southern area, fleeing from death always surrounding us.
Initially, we fled to a school belonging to the UNRWA in the Nuseirat camp until we were forced to move to another area, and the Maghazi camp was the intended destination. Then a UNRWA school, where we were residing in a tent inside, was targeted, killing 7 civilians. We were forced to flee again to a tent in Rafah, but the scarcity of clean water and the spread of epidemics and diseases forced us to flee again to a UNRWA school in the Deir Al-Balah area until now.
UNRWA has been providing refuge to hundreds of displaced families for the past six months at schools that have become vital community hubs, offering shelter to thousands of individuals trapped in the southern region.
Women and children sleep inside classrooms, and the men sleep outside in tents set up in the courtyard. Rainstorms recently have flooded our tents, and it's very difficult to take care of our basic needs.
[Pictures of Tamer after the war in the UNRWA school and his tent]
I am currently volunteering at Al-Aqsa Hospital, assisting in the maxillofacial surgery department. However, a sense of helplessness and despair often overwhelms me. It's hard to put into words the horrors and injuries I witness daily. Surrounded by the shroud of death and the cries of the wounded, I feel powerless. "I want to save you, I want you to live," I often think, "I will do everything in my power to make it happen!" Sadly, many times, they become part of the countless casualties from my homeland. The shortages in food, water, and medical supplies are dire, to the extent that we sometimes perform surgeries without anesthesia. The suffering is unimaginable.
Now we hope to escape death, we hope for the end of the war, we hope to leave the Gaza Strip, and we hope to live a decent life away from bombing, occupation, and destruction.
It has been 9 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. (I can’t describe enough what I have been dealing with daily in the hospitals for the past days. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die, and even if there is a ceasefire, the destruction in Gaza is beyond prompt repair
Evacuation fees are expensive, especially now that I have no source of income. Once we can evacuate, your donations will cover our travel expenses and help us get immediate support in Egypt. There will be meal expenses, wardrobe expenses, emergency expenses, etc., but no generous contribution will go to waste.
To cross the “Rafah” Gaza-Egypt Borders, you need to have your name listed in the Crossing List (paid permit), and coordinators in Egypt who have the power to add my family’s names to the list at the border are now asking for anywhere from $6-8,000 per PERSON! They will not add the names until we can prove we have the money ready.
I ask for your help because this is not just my battle alone, but a battle in which we seek your helping hand to survive and preserve our families. Any donation, big or small, will have a huge impact on the lives of my family and me. I am grateful to everyone who donates, and I will remain grateful forever for giving hope and opportunity to me and my family to survive and build a better future.
Thank you for reading my story. For sharing my story with your friends and family. I hope, there is a ceasefire, and we can get the rest and safety we deserve to build our lives all over again. ❤️
Tamer Al-Deeb
Inktober Day 3: Boots
I had a vision here I swear.
I made a super short uquiz. find out what mxtx main character you are today
Hello, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Lana, a former engineering student from Gaza💔💔🍉. My life has been shattered by war, destroying my dreams and my home. I narrowly escaped from the rubble, but I lost many loved ones. We are now living in a tent and have no winter clothes.
My father, my greatest supporter, was severely injured and is now fighting for his life. I am desperately trying to secure the critical medical treatment he needs.
I never imagined I would have to ask for help, but time is running out, and his condition is deteriorating. I cannot afford the medical care he urgently requires, and our expenses don’t even cover food due to the blockade and rising prices. I urge you to act quickly; your donation could be the difference between life and death. Even a small amount, like $20, can make a significant difference in our situation. Please don’t underestimate the power of your support; every contribution matters in these dire times.
Life is unpredictable—what you give today may return to you tomorrow. Please don’t wait. Help us now.
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sobbing on the floor, boneless like an abandoned dog, howling and begging for more binghe pov fics. please. please. i need to love shizun and i can only do that when i’m in binghe’s head. please
Urgent Appeal for a Hearing Aid for My S Mother
I am writing to you today as the son of a mother who has endured unimaginable suffering. My name is Youssef, and I am seeking your support to help my mother, who lost her hearing in her right ear as a result of the brutal siege and airstrikes in Gaza. The war has taken so much from her, but the loss of her hearing has been one of the most devastating consequences.
My mother, once full of life and able to communicate freely, now faces the daily struggle of isolation and silence. A hearing aid is her only chance of regaining some semblance of normalcy, but the cost of such a device ranges from $1500 to $2000 — an amount that is beyond our financial means due to the ongoing hardships we are enduring.
I am humbly reaching out to you, knowing that you are people of compassion and kindness, to help us provide this essential aid for my mother. Your generous support will not only restore her ability to hear but also allow her to regain a sense of connection to the world around her.
Every contribution, no matter how small, will have a profound impact on improving her life and giving her back her dignity. We trust in your generosity and hope that you will answer our call, as you have always done for those in need.
May Allah bless you all with health, peace, and prosperity.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #251 )✅️
https://chuffed.org/project/119367-help-save-josephs-family-from-war-and-famine
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