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🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

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Take a break

Ship: Tamara x Tord

Type: fluff, oneshot

It was around 1am and Tord was attempting to pull an all nighter to work on some sort of invention.

He was working away in his 'secret' lab while Tamara was sitting in a nearby chair, tired as hell and watching him work.

She was exhausted and ready to head to bed, and she knew Tord was too, he was just being stubborn.

With a long sigh she stood up and walked over to where he was working, coming up behind him and putting her arms around his shoulders.

"Take a break"

"No"

Tamara's brows furrowed a bit and she put her head on his shoulder.

"Take a break. Now." She said firmly, but Tord just smirked in defiance.

"And what if I don't wanna?" Tord asked playfully, but his stubbornness was short lived when Tamara suddenly scooped him up and started walking to Tord’s bedroom.

"faen[fuck] you're strong.." Tord said in amazement and slight embarrassment.

Tam practically threw Tord onto the bed, immediately putting her arms around him and snuggling up to him.

She had basically trapped Tord in bed since he didn't have the heart to push her off.

"Goddammit.." Tord grumbled, but there was no real malice behind his words.

Tam just smirked in victory.

Tord was out like a light soon after, and Tamara couldn't help but kiss his cheek as she drifted off as well.

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