Last Month, You Helped Nour’s Family Afford Her Medication. She Needs Your Help Again.

"It’s the pink and white striped savior that stills right by the park, stark and blinding in the middle of a long-scorned, scorching summer sunup, shimmering, as the sun, savored."

Adding to this:

Revivedbur smokes candy cigarettes- they look so convincing that everyone else and their relatives thrice removed 'know' that he's a heavy smoker. In reality, he just has a huge sweet tooth and bad chewing habit (he used to chew his fingernails down to the edges so he replaced that with something objectively healthier) I like to imagine that his 'smoking habits' spark some kind of conversation with Phil later who grows concerned for his health only to find out that no, his son had not been taking up heavy smoking for the past couple of months that he'd been alive (like he and everyone else had thought,) but it was in fact him enjoying some sweets.

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horrible news, everyone - while we were able to get samah all of the money for the urgent treatment for her son, her baby had to be transferred to a cardiology hospital that specialises in heart care.

staying at this hospital, in addition to the tests he has had to undergo, costs an additional $550 - an amount she once again isn't able to pay

they have told her she needs to pay this amount by wednesday, thursday at the latest - or they will refuse to care for her baby

please, let's help her once again get what her baby needs

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$30 / $550

Mond. [Never finished, July 22 2022]

The rustle of the winds,

The ruse of the gale,

The gaze which imbues.

It’s lies an everlasting rune

An unquestioned rule.

Bespoke the breeze which said with a smile,

“What a joke.”

0. Origin. Creation. The Begining.

Tether to-and-fro, the frocks of the maidens and lasses, the laughter that hops buoyantly over the air, the smell of luncheons. 

Yes, this was home and more, the land which was once miles over, moved on-to a better place, under his jurisdiction. 

Did you know, that Mondstadt was once even more mountainous than Liyue? Whispers and laughter is what now fills the air, but once those were powerful gales which pierced even the land itself. Those were which the first birds flew on, and now those angry winds are gone, alongside the previous rule and the mountain caps. Now the natural terrain doesn’t train on those sharp airs funneled through high peaks, but calm and gentle ones said to match each breath of Barbatos.

It’s strange, how much change could happen over the span of 400 years. It’s strange, what something as elusive as corrosion could do. Because of it, a dragon lies, crystalline tears bead right on it’s golem cheeks, several feet underground, under a monument marked with stone which remembers it only as a mad thing of no life.

It’s terrifying, waking up after several years of slumber, and seeing all of which once you cherished, to have undergone such significant changes, it is the reason why he prefers dreaming, drowning under the illusions of booze or straight to slumber underneath a breezy canopy or in the rough sheets of the inn.

It is why he forsakes the present and deigns everything around it. He can only afford to look forwards, with nothing else to think of but the necessities.

It hurt when he had to acknowledge Stormterror’s pain, and that he had both failed as a friend and as an Archon. But with little to lean on and feeling lost, he had been unable to lift a finger until someone else had passed by. A girl with bright hair and bright eyes, with a small chatterbox companion; their name, Lumine. A new face, but it was not unwelcome, as he gazed from afar her feats and willingness to help save Mondstadt.

In a way, it was also a punch in the gut, as this completely unheard of traveler from afar, managed to do the responsible things and managed to save both his friend and Mond when he could not.

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I grew up in northern Gaza, where we lived a life of comfort and love 💖🏠, all thanks to my mother, Maysaa ❤️, who has a heart condition 💔, and my father, who worked hard to provide a bright future for us 🌟👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. My siblings—Shabaan, Hanan, Ahmed, and my youngest sister Ameera, our little darling 👧💖—were my closest friends, and we shared dreams 🌈, laughter 😂, and plans for a life full of hope 🌅✨.

I was a student 📚 at the Rosary Sisters School, part of the Union of Churches. My school meant so much to me; it was more than a building 🏫. It was my second home 🏡, a place where I felt safe and happy 😊💛, surrounded by friends and childhood laughter 👦👧💫.

But in a single moment, our lives were turned upside down 💔😢. The war destroyed our home 🏠💥 and my beloved school 🏫💔, and we were forced to flee south under heavy bombing 💣💥💨. We took refuge in the Nuseirat area, hoping to find safety 🤲. Yet even there, we were not spared; fighter jets bombed ✈️💥 the very place where we had sought shelter. I witnessed family members being taken from us in that attack 🕊️😭.

I share my story today as a child who has lost almost everything: my home 🏠💔, my school 🏫🌪️, family members 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🕊️, and even my dreams 🌠. I am reaching out not only to share the pain 💔 but to search for a glimmer of hope 🌄 to help rebuild our lives.

I humbly ask for your support 🤲💖 to help me and my family through this tragedy 🕊️. My mother, Maysaa, is unwell with a heart condition 💔, and my remaining siblings and I need your support to rebuild from the devastation 🌈🌟. Your donations could be the only chance to restore a part of our hope 🕯️💖 and enable me to build a new future from the rubble 🏡✨.

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Thank you for your kindness and support ❤️🙏🌷.

Save my daughter's life farah !!!

She is dying 😭😭, We went to the hospital because she has a vitamin deficiency and anemia. I need a lot of money to leave the country to treat my daughter.

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Hello, I am Tareq from Gaza Iam trying save my famliy from the genocide happening here. I ask for your help in spreading my story and donating if you can contribute anything, no matter how small.Please don,t forget to sharethe latest post from my page and follow my account to help spread the story to the world. Thank you.

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Stadiums of Hypixel

—From February 4 2020

The village whispered. Hypixel was particularly lively today. The marketplace screeched, streets rumbled, the stadiums roared. The stadiums: ancient walls and seats built atop soil and stones. Skies open and closed, gates existent and non. Their bodies varied but souls did not. All had blood spilt upon, and all were enjoyed and worshiped. Legends led here, and the walls echoed them.

The ceasefire in Gaza has begun, and thank God we are still alive and well.

Thanks to your generous support, we have been able to get through these difficult times.

Your help was not just financial, it was a life-saving gift for our family.

There is not much time left for our campaign, and if you can contribute again, it will make a huge difference in accelerating our journey to safety. Your contribution may also inspire others to donate, helping us reach our goal faster.

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Oscar Wilde // Franz Kafka