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Hello dear people

I am Nabila from Gaza,, I am speaking to you with a heavy and painful heart. I am sorry that I had to ask for help from you, but what we are living is what pushed me to do this. I was living a beautiful, quiet life, enjoying the time I spend with my grandchildren and seven daughters.

Imagine waking up to find that your world has changed in a moment, and you have lost your security and peace, and your home has been destroyed, and you have become homeless and living in conditions that no human being can bear. I suffer from chronic diseases, high blood pressure and diabetes. My medication has run out for some time and I am facing difficulty in obtaining it in light of the lack of treatment in hospitals and health centers. Most of the time I cannot feel my limbs, but I am trying to resist. I do not want to die in such circumstances. I still have hope that this war will end and we will rebuild our beautiful and beloved country again and live in safety. I believe in divine power and justice and that all this pain will go away.

I am trying to endure these difficult conditions that I live in inside a small tent and a bathroom a few meters away from my tent and you know the conditions of diabetics in this case but once again there is still hope. I used to live at the expense of my daughters but with all sadness and regret they have all lost their homes and places of work and they have no source of income left and their situation is like that of any Gazan who is still inside Gaza struggling with death, hunger, diseases and extreme heat each one struggling to feed his children I cannot ask them for help so I have resorted to you and I am fully confident in your humanity to help me so that I can provide food and treatment and provide a better tent than the one I live in because it is torn and the place is full of insects. If I can provide treatment, I want to continue my life and see my grandchildren grow up around me. I don’t want to go now. I know that I don’t have as much life left as I have, but I have the right to live and enjoy this. Please don’t hesitate to help your mother who has come to you with a heavy and sad heart. Every dollar will make a difference in my life. Don’t leave me to live this pain. I appreciate what you are doing for every Palestinian inside and outside Gaza. I pray to God that you don’t go through what we are going through, my beloved.

Medical visits and insulin: $5000

Travel and transportation to hospital, coordination with Egypt's border: $5000

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Early concept designs of Julian drawn by the original creators of The Arcana. His formidable outfit was meant for stealth, which worked in form, but not really in practice!

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Early concept designs of Julian drawn by the original creators of The Arcana. His formidable outfit was meant for stealth, which worked in form, but not really in practice!

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Hector and Isaac reacting to their S/O’s death

(This is a long one, strap in folks!)

Hector:

It was just like any other evening. Hector was at the forge, sending the night creatures out the window one by one.

His S/O had left for the nearest village earlier in the day, and he was beginning to get antsy.

He decided to take a walk through the castle to clear his head.

He was meandering around the war hall when the door burst open, and in rode a vampire on his horse — the lookout.

He says a mob from the local village is approaching the castle.

Dracula’s troops stand guard at the door, ready to meet the attacking force. Hector hangs back, curious to see what’s going on.

In the distance, he could see them emerging from the surrounding darkness. The tiny flickers of red light from their torches grew stronger as the villagers marched closer.

Hector squinted to better see the mob. They were carrying something heavy.

He was shoved aside as the vampires surged forward to attack the villagers, who — despite their rage-powered determination — didn’t stand much of a chance.

Hector stumbled down the front steps just as the last few had fallen. During the fight, the attackers had set down that strange thing they were carrying.

Now he saw what it was. A wooden cross, staked to the ground, and tied to it was his lover.

His legs almost gave out from under him, but he caught himself.

“What are you doing?! They’re hurt, get them down from there!”

Isaac helped him cut the ropes with his dagger.

His S/O crumpled into his arms as they lowered them to the ground

He pleaded with them to wake up, and finally, their eyelids lifted under the dirt that was caked into their eyelashes

“I’m sorry… Hector, I just — eugh, wanted to h-help… They knew I c-came from the castle…”

Their eyes closed again, and their head lolled to the side.

He screamed, burying his face in their blood-soaked shirt, searching for a heartbeat, a sign — anything. But it was too late.

He buried them next to the woods by the castle, the grave marker he adorned with flowers.

Everyday after that he’d visit, leaving gifts and bringing some of his pets. He knows his S/O would love their company.

It was late one night when he was plagued with loneliness when he ventured out to the grave.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was digging up the body and carrying it to the forge.

He thought that maybe, he could bring them back to life as he does with animals.

The blue light hovered over the corpse, transforming it. Hector stopped when he saw how his lover’s limbs were twisted, teeth and horns formed on their face.

Hector realized they’d end up just like any other night creature, and he couldn’t stand that.

He put them back in the ground, and retreated into the castle.

Isaac:

Isaac had been looking after his S/O for a while. They were very sick and not getting much better.

It was one of those days where they were stuck in bed, and Isaac decided to stay with them.

He had turned away to get a new washcloth for their forehead, dipping it in cold water.

There was a cough, “Isaac, I just wanted to say that—“ Another cough, “I love you.”

“Don’t say that,” He replied, wringing out the cloth, “You’re not on your deathbed, not yet.”

It was a few days later, when he’d gotten busy with work that one of the guards came to deliver a message.

He was rushed into his S/O’s room, where he found them laying unmoving and deathly pale on the thin mattress.

He made no movement towards the bed. Only once the guards had left did he cradle his lover’s body close, pressing his forehead against theirs.

His S/O’s body was ceremoniously cremated, and their ashes were kept on a table in Isaac’s room; in a simple urn.

He went about his business as usual, but he never looked at the urn. Not once.

“You’re quite good at hiding your grief, you know,” Dracula said to him one night in his study, “But you don’t have to. I know how much you loved them.”

There was a pause, “There is no such thing as love in this world,” Isaac began to walk towards the door. “Oh, but there is, Isaac. It is just ripped away from you in the cruelest of ways… You and I both know that well.”

Isaac retreated to this room and the first thing he did was stand in front of the urn.

This was it. The person that his world revolved around… right here, in this clay jar.

He lifted the lid. They weren’t even a comprehensible being anymore. His lover had been here the whole time, watching him from this table; staring at him with eyes that didn’t exist anymore.

No matter what lies he kept telling himself, he did love them. He braced against the table as if the thoughts were weights pushing down on his head.

And Isaac cried.

(Your tears will only make me stronger)

- Mod Seraph

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These may be my last words,The war is as if it has returned again. Idk when this usurping entity will stop perhaps when they kill us all.

This link is our last hope.I will'nt urge you to publish it as you are free.There is no longer any meaning to anything

I want to tell you that Israel killed more than 30 members of my family. I am just trying to help the rest of my family.

Every dollar will make a difference in protecting them.

My campaign has already been verified.

@\nabulsi @\el-shab-hussein@\ibtisams

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I'm from Gaza(under the war)💔 🇵🇸

‏I am Yousef Al-Yazji, a young Palestinian living in Gaza, 27 years old, married and the father of a child born in war named Alaa,

Im ,A young man groom prevented him from being happy with his marriage, his new home, or his new life as a father 💔

‏The war fell on us and with his coming my life changed for the worse, I no longer have a house, no car, not even work 💔

‏Hello, I am Mona, yousef's wife. My son was born in the war between tents, and I will not be able to describe to you how many suffering I suffered during and after birth. The war came before a year passed since our marriage. We have not rejoiced in our home yet.We were displaced from the north of Gaza to the south of fear of leaving our home and our dreams, we only took some of the things that we could carry and we went on to run fleeing from fear until we reached the south of Gaza and now

⛺️💔‏my husband and I live in a tent

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