This is how Bumblebee and Breakdown are like in Transformers Earthspark... right πΆ
Hello,
I hope my message finds you well
Im Father/β’β’ 35 β’β’/ 2Kids / GD / Survival in GAZA
I Hope you can Reblog my art work about my Son βEzzdeenβ
Ezz is ADHD kids β I didn't mention that in my artwork.β
He need help in the medial of war
Your help may save us from genocide, famine π
And helping me to take care about Ezzdeen
Thank you πΈ πΈ
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Helloπ€β€οΈ
I hope you are wellπΉ
Can you help me get my voice heard
and share my family's story?ππ»
Can you Reblog my post from my blog?
By helping to reblog my story, you could
save a family from death and war.πΉ
Thank you very muchπΈ
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Our tent burned yesterday in the Al-Aqsa Martyrs massacre, and we miraculously escaped death π
This is me, Ahmad, before the war of destruction on Gazaπ
The price of the tent is $ 600. We are now on the street. Please do not be hard-hearted. Contribute to the price of the tent and treatmentπ₯Ίπππ
If everyone one donate 5$ it can help me please
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I make serious haikyuu art (facetious)
2nd image inspired by that 1 post thats like "Kenma underestimated kageyama's big fat crush on hinata" which I think abt often
Hello π
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
Iβm sure Anya has a bit of strength
I am here. I am not a robot; I am a real person who has suffered greatly.
I reached out to ask you: is it normal to die a little every day? Is it normal that I havenβt seen the rest of my family in a year? Is it normal that I am unable to meet my motherβs basic needs, like her medicine? Is it normal to have to move with my mother, who has a spinal disc issue, for the tenth time, bearing the burdens of relocation? Is it normal to watch my mother fall ill and be unable to do anything for her?
I am truly exhausted and have found no one to help me. I am not asking you for financial support. I may be weak and unable to reach everyone, and my voice is unheard. All I ask of you is to share my story in your own way. Include my campaign at the end of a public survey or share my story through an expressive drawing, and spread it clearly to highlight its importance.
I have not forgotten the pain of losing my father, so please, my mother deserves to live. Your help is my hope.
I'm so sorry for what is happening to you, I cannot begin to conceive how it must feel. I will share your story.
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