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I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.
•My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.
•This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.
•A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.
We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.
It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.
•My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
•At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.
Tough,strong and emotionless Regulus Black, who is TERRIFIED of insects and can not act calmly when he sees one. When the Slytherin Skittles first found ut about Regulu's massive fear, (1st year Barty showed excitedly his two best friends the cool spider he found and while Evan was intrigued,Regulus almost burst into tears) they could not get over it and it is still a huge inside joke they kind of threaten Regulus with "Oh yeah Reggie such a big scary man, oh is that a spider? "WHAT WHERE - OH FUCK YOU DORCAS"
Honestly if my ex, my one true soulmste, my "you drew stars around my scars", my "I love you like the moon loves the stars" married my younger COUSIN not even a YEAR after I DIED I would COME BACK JUST TO STOP THAT WEDDING CAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THAT HOUSEHOLD WOULD BE HAUNTED AND ID BE THE PETTIEST GHOST
Anxious Remus means the world to me. Anxious Remus, who constantly chews gums and fidgets with his hands. Anxious Remua who picks on his skin and bites his nails all the time, so James brought him one of these little toys to play with when he's stressed. Anxious Remus who worries the Marauders a lot during exam season , so they always try to cheer him up and make him relax a bit by planning sleepovers where they watch his favourite movies
""Why didn't you do this?" "Why didn't you do that?" I was probably sleeping
There are very few things in this life that I love more than the headcannon that Hannibal was the one who performed top surgery on Will and then just... kept his boobies,cooked them, and ate them
In his teenage years Gojo really wasn't the type to take pictures - selfies, places, people, he generally had the Facebook mum attitude of "live in the mood, don't try to capture it". After Geto died, all Gojo wanted to do was look at pictures of his ex best friend, his beloved, because he was terrified by the prospect of forgetting Geto's face. He had encountered so many dead jujutsu sorcecers that after a while their faces started to blur together and he couldn't stand the idea of forgetting anything about Geto's face - the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way he threw his head back when he laughed, the way his hair always seemed to fall in front of his eyes. He was devastated when he discovered how few pictures he had of Geto, how many of the moments they shared could only be found in the labyrinth that was his brain. Because of that, because of his constant fear of losing his beloved, he takes pictures all the time. Megumi is fucking tired of it at this point. Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi will be doing the most simple stuff and they'll suddenly hear the click of Gojo's phone. Shoko will be literally cutting someone open when Gojo decides to take a picture of her. Not only that but he prints them and keeps them in a little box in his office. They don't know how he looks at them everytime he feels anxious or stressed, or how he carries one of the only pictures he has of him and Geto alongside a picture of him and Shoko and one of Megumi laughing on his birthday in his wallet at all times
Donate to help my family live
Dear all..
My name is Eman and I am asking for your help to provide the basic necessities of life for my family.
Our household consists of my four wonderful children, my husband, my ailing father and father-in-law.
when we were happy
We lived a relatively stable life in Gaza prior to October 7 th, 2023. Since then, we have been displaced multiple times. We left our home, our belongings, our life and dreams. We finally ended up in a tent after moving in multiple unsafe homes. My children as a result, are suffering from malnutrition, inability to sleep and fear of bombing and explosions all around us.
We are in a continuous state of unrest and it's taking a toll on us physically, mentally and emotionally.
We are in dire need of help to hopefully move out to safety and provide for our family. My father needs a surgical intervention to remove gangrene from his foot and my father-in-law is suffering from severe depression after the death of my mother-in-law. My youngest is anxious and cries all the time. Our world is collapsing and I can’t figure out a way out of our situation. This war has changed our life to living a constant nightmare.
We no longer have the minimum necessities of life
No homes, no water, no electricity, nothing left.
Then the office where my husband worked was destroyed. My husband works as a computer engineer. The entire tower, which included many companies and private clinics, was bombed.
We lost many friends, including my husband’s mother, who died in the war as a result of extreme fear and gangrene in the intestines due to malnutrition. My children are still grieving for their dear grandmother, and now we live in a tent that lacks the lowest standards of living.
Our suffering has been continuing for about seven months, in light of the cold, rain, and lack of winter clothes.
Mostafa crying because of the sound of bombs and explosions.
To communicate directly with me you can follow my account on tik tok eman.salem66
And now, after losing hope in life in Gaza and losing all the basics necessary for a single individual’s life, and fearing for the future of my children, as each one has a dream that he aspires to reach, especially since my eldest son is supposed to start his university life and start shaping his future..
I ask you, hoping that my request will not be rejected, that you help me build our lives and save what is left of us, that we try to create a future for our children after what was destroyed, and that we try to fulfill their small dreams that have become impossible in their view after they saw the destruction of our home and schools, that each one of them complete his studies in school and then move on. To the university, and for each of them to become what he desires, build his future, achieve his dreams, and benefit himself, his family, his community, and his country.
Thank you to everyone who read, shared, and supported.
Another way that Remus is just like me fr
Remus: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.
Remus, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.
Peter and James definitely had a bet going on about how long it would take for Wolfstar to tell them that they were dating. Remus and Sirius thought they were being so slick and secretive and when Peter stopped yelling "OH YOU JUST COULDNT WAIT TWO MORE WEEKS", James told them that they had indeed heard them fucking like a month into their relationship
James has a promise ring that Regulus gave him. After they broke up, he kept it safe in one of his drawers, never fully able (or willing) to get rid of it. He never intended to wear it again, he married, had a kid for Christ's sake but once he got the news about Regulus' death he started wearing it again in a chain and kissing it whenever he though of Reggie. Everyone expected Lily to be angry, devastated, at least a little bit jealous, but all Lily did was calm down James every time he woke up from a nightmare crying , screaming Regulus' name