We in Gaza live a life that you can't watch from behind screens ..π₯Ίπ
@90-ghost @nabulsi
Hello,could you kindly reblog / share / donate towards my fundraiser( pinned post) ?Β
I'm Cathelene Munyiri. She/her, I'm black. Battling breast cancer / Brain Tumor. I donβt want anyone feeling sorry for me, I choose to live.
My fundraising is slow, my time is limited, I don't have enough reach, I really need your help, could you help me spread the word or donate what you can? Every dollar allows me to get my infusions, tests and medications on time. I need your help π’ my insurance expired, my fundraising campaign is slow, chemotherapy and treatments to beat my cancer are getting more and more expensive, π don't let me die π pls help ππΎ
I have many infusion days ahead. I need $ 850
Venmo: Ask for it.
Paypal: http://PayPal.Me/cathelene1
Cashapp: Ask for it.
Anything would be grateful.
Blessings and thanks in advance.
Happy Holidays πππ ππ πΎ
I saw the need to make this. Yaβll can thank me later.
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." π΅πΈπππΌ
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. π΅πΈβ³π
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. ποΈπ¨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gazaβs scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. ππ₯
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone byβ¦ about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heartβa hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. ππ‘β¨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeatπ΅πΈππΏ
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" π
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with Harry as Belle and Louis as Beast and NICK GRIMSHAW as Gaston
and when Louis turns into a human in the end Harrys is really endeared becauseβ¦. βYou are so smol nowβ
βI AM NOT SMALL I AM A BEAUTIFUL GRACEFUL PRINCE, HARREHβ
Apparently fiercefully liking a whole lot of random but relevant Thumblr posts somewhat calms meβ¦
β¦I guess I just need more GAY to stop being so GROUCHY.ππ