Asking For Advice

Hello, 🌸

I hope my message finds you well 

I'm Momen Al Madhoun / Digital Artist / From Gaza 🇵🇸

I need your help to amplify my voice by sharing my artwork

"The work is about my beloved wife's suffering during a year of genocide" 🕊️

Please reblog my post and donate if you can 🙏🏻

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Thank you for your time 🌹🌹

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This is Amal and her family. My children are living under bombardment in the war 😭 Please consider them your children and help them 🙏🙏 Stand by my side to save and protect my children. They haven't gone to school for a year 🙏😢😢 Donate to save my children's lives 🍉 🙏🇵🇸 We live in very difficult and desperate circumstances, and what is worst of all is that the fear that haunts me increases day by day. Help me provide them with basic life needs. @gazavetters is verified, my verified number in the list is (#55)

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For personal reasons (im a whore), I need Harvey Dent to be an absolute unit

Urgent Appeal for Help from Gaza🍉🙏

I am Inas, a mother of five from Gaza. Our lives were once filled with hope until a bomb exploded in my husband’s car, severely injuring him and killing those with him. Since that day, we’ve lost everything, including our source of income.

We now live in a tent, without shelter or income, and my children are suffering from illnesses due to the lack of cleaning supplies. They’ve also lost their school year because of constant displacement. My heart aches for them, and I dream of a day when they can feel safe and loved again.

We desperately need help. 1100 SEK is about 100 dollars, and 55 SEK is just 5 dollars. Your support could provide us with shelter, food, and renewed hope.

With gratitude,

Inas🍉💔

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give them some

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.

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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Hi lm hamdi lam from Gaza.lam a father for 4 children . our small goal is to reach 2,000€  there is less than 700 € left to reach our goal.please donate!! . We are still suffering from the effects of war and the loss of everything, This amount is not just a number, but a real opportunity to rebuild our lives and Help me complete my children's education and put a smile back on my children Thanks 🙏🏻

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 5$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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