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. 🌸
I KIGHT GET TO YAP ABOUT THE BRANCH DAVIDIANS FOR A PROJECT YEAHHHH
what I think will happen if I message my mutuals
"omg how are you confident enough to dress like that?"
i simply do not give a damn anymore 🤷
if someone dislikes me just because of how i dress, then they arent worth getting to know anyway
Im not social but in the way that I need to be invited explicitly to the conversation or else Im gonna assume im not welcome :P
I love in fics when Batman or Robin find Tim out at night taking pictures of them but I think it’s infinitely funnier if they know he’s there but they can’t catch him.
They see this kid on a different rooftop and in the time it takes them to grab their grappling hooks, he’s gone. They’re on the same roof as him and somehow he’s gone. Once Batman had his hand wrapped around the little stalker’s arm and when he looked down, he’s holding an empty hoodie.
It’s getting embarrassing. They think he might be a meta. Not a ten year old with more contingency plans than Batman.
Hello dear friends,
I have some good news and bad news.
The good news? The war will stop on Sunday and Rafah crossing will, finally, be opened. This is the moment we've all been waiting for.
The bad news? The real struggle starts now. My beloved brother, Jihad, is still in a bad need for medical treatment which isn't available in the obliterated Gaza. Our home has sustained severe damage and needs a lot of restoration.
In this time of uncertainty, your support is more essential than ever. Together, we can repair our home and help Jihad seek the medical care he urgently requires abroad.
I humbly ask you to continue donating and spreading the word. We truly need your kindness and generosity to navigate through this challenging time. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 🙏❤️
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speak up however you can, create, post, yap, write your voice is powerful, verbal or not.
the most punk thing you can do is stay alive
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