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πΏ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story πΏ
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shatteredβwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborβs house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everythingβour home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my familyβs survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
π Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. π
Lil guy that sells lemonade
Hey.......
Its been six gazillion years......... i'm back
After days on days of being a whump and facing my herculean tasks (with varying success) I arise again... with nothingπΏ
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Intro time!!
Call me Shrimo or Sanii (i mostly use the latter for signatures)
He/They
Interest enjoyer and Artist
Minorr
To be real I'm mostly using this to share stuff I've done and dump all my ideas abt stuff I like (mostly twst) through art and writing (probably)
...Speaking of twst there a ton I need to catch up on actually
The mains(interests!!)
Twst, Fear and Hunger, Blocktales, Hades, Monster Hunter, FEH, Zelda, Dark Souls, Touhou Project....etc etc...
Just living and learning over here really
the idea of me being online much is a tad bit debatable but Moots are much appreciated!!
Ciao for now!!
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