He Gets It.

I hope you are well my friend, I am sorry, I really need you today, because I need to have my operation that was postponed many times because of the war on Gaza, now the operation needs $600,💔🇵🇸 please donate what you can and participate, may God bless you 🙏

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I hope you are well I'm Hanaa 🍉🍉. . Married and have a two-year-old son named Yousef

Sorry if I'm bothering you and asking for help, I feel very embarrassed and embarrassed to try to ask for help.

You are someone with many fans and followers.

Can you help me get my voice heard and share my family's story?

By helping to reblog my post from my blog, you could save a family from death and war. lost part of my family😭, my home, and everything I own. We live in difficult circumstances. I hope you can help me by donating even something small or sharing 🙏

Note:My old Tumblr account was deactivated, and I need your support again

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide.ل

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This would be a blessing to help me get my insulin I’m a type 1 diabetic and need this medication to live.

I'm praying I get a little help i managed to get some money but I'm still short on paying for my INSULIN I have no job currently and the insulin vials $420 are crucial please help me. I appreciate anything please donate

I hope that you can get the money you need but I'm a minor and don;t have any money of my own.

My writing

Here is Suzanne Chazin's The Long Journey Home but in omegaverse, I don't know why I did this. I even posted this on ao3.

“A letter arrived from your mother,” my friend Aoi said, the thin air-mail envelope crackled like rice paper in her hands. I nodded but didn’t move. “Perhaps you’ll read it later,” she offered. I had arrived in Japan after finishing college. The trip was my mom’s graduation present, and he had talked excitedly about my returning home. But two months later I wrote that I might remain to teach English. I knew my letter would pain him, and I dreaded his response. As I sat in the sparsely furnished room, I recalled tales of my mom’s youth, riding the rails during the Great Depression. He had been a hobo then, as full of wanderlust as I was now. If I had vagabond blood in my veins, I’d gotten it from him. I thought about the gift that got my mom to quit his wandering. It was my favorite story of his life on the road - and I could practically recite it by heart. In fact, I could almost hear is Brooklyn-edged voice telling me now: He was 20, traveling in a freight car across the western foothill of the Rocky Mountains. The other men, mostly alphas in the car were scattered along the walls, their dusty faces as empty as their pockets. Their work clothes were worn, their hands callused from hard work. Each stared silently out the open doors as if he had some particular destination in mind. They were heading east, but they were all going nowhere. My mom had left New York a year and a half earlier. It had been easy to abandon the concrete stoops and corner stores of his neighborhood. There, young men worked odd jobs in factories, when they could find work at all. And old men - mostly Russian immigrants like my grandfather - whiled away their time talking about the motherland. In Russia, my grandfather had been an engineer who spoke four languages. In America, he was a house painter. His friends were counts who now waited tables, and captains who now opened doors and hailed cabs. Late at night, they would talk of the armies they’d led and the banquets they’d attended decades before. They were men who walked in their own shadows.

I can't fit it all in here so here (https://archiveofourown.org/works/62090032) is the link to ao3 where I posted it.

Hello my friends, I am hamdi Ayyad from Gaza talelhawa I have sought refuge with you because of the devastating war that caused me to lose my home and our displacement from one place to another and I lost my children's future and there is a severe shortage of basic materials,I hope that you will stand by us whether by donating if possible or participating widely,Please help me 🙏🏼 🇵🇸 🍉

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look at the little cat

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I am Mohammed Ayyad, a resident of Gaza. I live in very difficult circumstances because of the war that the Gaza Strip is experiencing. Since the outbreak of the war on October 7, we have been displaced. Then the journey of suffering and separation began, as my children were separated and evacuated from our home without cover or clothes, and from here they became ill. What increased our fatigue was the continuous upbringing due to the different areas to which we were displaced. We were displaced 9 times, and this was very costly. The last time was on August 9 from Hamad City. In addition to that, we live in the winter season in a tent that does not exceed three meters, closed with nylon. It is similar to the atmosphere of strong winds that we have never experienced before. The weather is very cold. Overall, we are living difficult days that no human being can bear. We have no work because of the war and we do not have any kind of money. This is accompanied by a crazy and terrible increase in prices. Although the water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseases. The last suffering is that we are outside Hamad without taking our belongings or tents. Now we are searching the ground in the streets and our children and the elderly are suffering. Therefore, we use direct donations, including what they can, or sharing the links completely so that people know our tragedy and pain. Remember that a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.

Please don't ignore the suffering of other human beings!

what's the worst that could happen?

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Hello 👋

I wish you a happy new year 🎉

Today is ezzdeen's second birthday in the genocide, he turned 8 years old

He is ADHD and very needy & picky, so the family is suffering with him 😔

You can help ezz by reblogging our family's artwork here and donating if you can 🙏🏻

Thank you

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