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🚨 My little girl (Nour) is very sick 🚨
My little girl Nour is 9 months old 👩🍼 Her life is at risk 🥺 She is sick and has skin diseases and ulcers that are spreading and increasing every day 😢 Due to pollution and unsafe water, in addition to a very high temperature and she vomits frequently, I am really afraid for her 💔, I fear that these ulcers will remain with her and if this happens and she does not receive the necessary treatment, her life will be at risk ‼️, She is very young and is in pain, groaning and crying all the time ⁉️💔, Help us and donate to us so that we can treat her as soon as possible 🥺😭
Give him his Reki back already!
They are a set, do not separate ❤💙
Body 🤫
Aya chapter 107 moment
Little comic based off @petitesmafia's tweet here!!
Chuuya would have 10 dogs if the universe allowed him to.
hngghh domestic......
Robin’s winter outfit made me feel things…
Bonus comic :
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
Donation link
LOOK AT THEM 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Slight kiss on the head <3