This is part of my house before the war and the
great destruction.
All the walls have been demolished
life is no longer ours, it is in our name, and the earth is our land. How has life changed? We used to enjoy a decent and beautiful life. We have now become homeless, displaced between camps I feel a big gap between what the house used to be, its safety and warmth, and what my eyes see now! The amount of destruction of all kinds in this small place. You will find shells wherever you look. You will find rocket powder. You will find rubble, piled up stones, and painful dreams.! (You can contribute by donating to get us to safety outside.) attached in the
) We have reached a point where you are very lucky if you have a room left of the whole house that is not demolished
Your support is crucial to help me rebuild and ensure my family's safety and survival. Your contribution will replace my tools and restore our hope and creativity.
Your donations, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our lives. It will help us secure food and medicine and will give us the opportunity to survive and overcome this crisis. We need your support now more than ever.
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1100 sek= 100$
Every 5$ will make differance to save my life
My child Mohammed is currently in intensive care, suffering from severe lung infections. The doctors are doing their best to save him, but my child needs an urgent operation. The matter is very serious
His condition requires urgent and critical surgery immediately and we cannot and will not delay, and we cannot do it alone. Every donation, no matter how small, will bring us closer to providing the care he so desperately needs
Please consider helping us during this difficult time. Your kindness and generosity could make a huge difference in saving my son's life.
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Taken from Rachelโs gofundme:
โWe donโt have a home anymore, despite the signed contract agreement that made the house ours. We had an attorney that was supposed to halt the eviction, but suddenly disappeared and left us out for the birds. Itโs really the landlordโs son who ended our stay at the house. He had the workers stuff our belongings in black garbage bags and toss them out to the street, breaking some things in the process, despite the officer telling me to my face when I was in panic, โWe are professionals and will be careful with your items.โ
One of the things that blew me away is that my dad (now battling cancer) volunteered as a first responder during our time here, and yet many in the neighborhood stopped by with comments or made fun of us, and what I think I understand is that because they know that we are artists and were always making the exterior of the house look pretty and well kept, they felt high enough to insult or make fun of our situation.
From overnight to the next day, frantically hustling and carrying/dragging our belongings, even bigger than us such as furniture and whatever was left of our stuff into a couple of moving trucks, the landlordโs son also called the cops on us multiple times since we had our โtrashโ on the property. He did this anyway even after watching us in the direct sun, going without eating, or taking breaks for several hours, desperate to collect our things and bring them off the property to safety in the midst of his request for the Town Garbage to dispose of our belongings. Literal blood, sweat, and tears were shed that day. He destroyed a lot of furniture that I remember taking a few years for my parents to save up for. I will never forget the sound my grand piano made when I watched it be lifted into the air and drop, shattering inside that larger dump truck. We suffered bruises, scratches/cuts (due to anonymous sharp items we couldnโt see in many bags), bug bites, poison ivy, and sunburns. We are even getting sick (such as testing positive for covid) due to going and sleeping at hotels to motels, inns, etc.
In November, the landlordโs son sent workers to remove/destroy our own plants, rare shrubs, self-built wooden planters, and other of our wood framing to โclean upโ the yard. He also had them destroy and take down our fence that we built too, which was supposed to enhance my brotherโs safety, as he canโt help himself suffering from Aspergerโs/autism. The house was poorly constructed, in which my Dad (battling cancer), has been making improvements and repairs to the house throughout the years. The lease shows that we were on a โpay to ownโ plan, which we've already invested for around 15 years... We paid out of pocket and were very rarely compensated to fix any issues with the house, but kicked out anywayโฆ
At this point, I am not looking to cover the cost to replace what was ruined or lost, but we are running out of resources, going from motels to hotels, while struggling to pay for storage, as well as any other form of shelter.
Unfortunately, we live in a relatively expensive part of New York, and it would be a lot of gas to inspect houses and meet with real estate agents, including bringing our things from the storage units to the new location even if we found a more affordable, well built house in another state. I would especially like my little sister to continue her education here as well, but the market for homes here arenโt in a very sparing range.
Since middle school, it was always my biggest dream and concern to buy a house for my family; in fear that something like this would happen. I have tried so hard to find ways to make it happen, but around where I live, these corporations are either not hiring, or I am believed to be inadequate for the job, even though I applied to many fields Iโve had experience and felt confident in.
I would like to secure a final place for my family. FULLY paid off. No longer needing to worry about the greed and control from heartless and unconcerned landlords, like the many years ago growing up, and now.
Your help and contribution is abundantly appreciated.
-Rachel ( aka MW )โ
News Graveyards: How Dangers to War Reporters Endanger the World
The war in Gaza has, since October 7, 2023, killed more journalists than the U.S. Civil War, World Wars I and II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War (including the conflicts in Cambodia and Laos), the wars in Yugoslavia in the 1990s and 2000s, and the post-9/11 war in Afghanistan, combined. It is, quite simply, the worst ever conflict for reporters.
๐ A Final Cry for Help from a Broken Heart ๐
Hello my friend, I don't know how to begin this message, as my heart is shattered into pieces. I hope that this message reaches you in good health, far from the pain that fills my life right now.
Iโm here, in a strange hospital room, surrounded only by the silence of death. I watch my little child lying on a bed, his innocent body motionless. Only the life-support machine keeps him alive. He canโt breathe on his own, canโt move, and all I feel is the deep sorrow that seeps into my soul with every passing moment.
The doctor spoke to me in a soft, almost hesitant voice, as if asking me to endure more than I can bear: โEither pay for the surgery now, or weโll have to disconnect the machine.โ Do you understand what that means? It means that I will watch my childโthe one who was once the light of my lifeโdie right before my eyes. Every moment that passes, I wait for a slow death, my hands tied, unable to save him. His tiny heart, once full of hope, will stop forever in an instant, and I can't do a thing.
Please, donโt leave me to face this nightmare alone. Please, save my child. I have nothing but this cry, these tears that fill my eyes. Any help, even a word, could be the difference between life and death for him.
My heart can no longer bear the pain. I feel as though my soul is leaving my body with every second, watching him suffer while I am powerless to stop it. Please, save my child before this little heart is extinguished forever.
Help me, I beg you, donโt leave me in this darkness.
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I left Gaza for Italy due to an invitation to participate in the World Championship and represent Palestine. I was skating as a professional amateur. The World Championship organization contacted me to participate. I was supposed to get one of the winning positions, but I did not participate because of the war because my mind is scattered and I am always in a state of chaos and worried for the sake of my family and my family. Gaza, but my life is not life. I always think and do not sleep because of thinking about my family. I lost my father, but will the rest of my family live or be killed? I do not know my mind. I cannot control it, so my family must be taken out to get some comfort and safety. This is my picture when I am in Gaza. I hope you support me for the sake of my family. In order to return to life a little If you have trouble donating, there is a PayPal link in your bio
My favorite word to describe Arlecchino would be exasperated
Shin is the type of guy who would spin around in his swivel chair, loose control after a few mins, and manages to fling himself out of his seat just from the sheer speed he was going
Also he looks like the type who would have vomited after 10 seconds being in the merry-go-round
โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.โ
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