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Hello my friends, I hope you are all well. Don't ignore me. I need you. We have lost everything in Gaza. Whoever gets sick here, we lose them immediately. There is no treatment and no qualifications for treatment. We are dying in every way. We die from bombs, we die from diseases, we die from hunger and from environmental pollution. Please donate. If you can't, donate something small. It can make a big difference. Repost and share. You can see some of what my family and I are going through here. 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

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The euphoria of not being able to scratch an itch for ~30 seconds and finally itching it.

A Plea for Hope: Ibrahim Almoghani’s Fight for Survival

I'm Ibrahim Almughanni. I once dreamed of a peaceful, prosperous future for my family, but those dreams were shattered by the unrelenting horrors of war.

I am a husband and a father to three beautiful children:

Toleen, who is 9 years old

Wateen, who is 6

and Tayseer, who is just 4.

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The Day Our Lives Shattered

I remember the day vividly—explosions began in the distance, growing into a deafening roar. Smoke and fear engulfed us as we watched our neighbors flee in terror. We grabbed our children and ran, pushing through a sea of panic until we could run no more.

Finding Refuge Amid Desperation

We found temporary shelter in a classroom turned into a makeshift refuge. The walls were bare, the air thick with fear. Surrounded by other displaced families, we shared a profound sense of loss.

The Heavy Burden of Loss

I lost my home—my sanctuary—now reduced to rubble. My workshop, where I built my life as a blacksmith, was completely destroyed. I lost not only my tools and savings but also my livelihood. The deepest wound is the loss of hope: the hope that my children could thrive, free from fear.

Daily Struggles for Survival

We are caught in a cycle of survival. Food is scarce, and basic necessities are out of reach. In our overcrowded shelter, we cling to each other for comfort. The worry and fear in my family’s eyes are constant reminders of our daily struggle.

A Heartfelt Call for Help

We need your help to provide basic necessities and safety for our family. Every dollar you donate is a vital lifeline—a warm meal, a respite from hunger, a step towards rebuilding our lives.

The Power of Your Support

My story is one of loss and survival, but also of hope. With your support, we can start rebuilding and find a way out of this darkness

I like how conservatives think 16 year old kids aren't old enough to change their pronouns but are old enough to bear a child.

I'd talk about tumblr feminists, but II don't want death threats in my inbox.

Tumblr Lefties are fun because one moment they'll put together a masterpiece of economics in ~250 words and the next they'll say it's Bourgeois to own the house you live in.

If you start supporting Mao or Stalin, you will find a pipe bomb in your mailbox/s

My god. There's been a horrible success at the accident factory.

it is!?

I'm so glad I found the only analytic blog on lefty tumblr

I love that physical and mental traits I have are deemed to be creepy and evil by my fellow leftists. It was GREAT for me growing up to hear that being short, chubby, into games, and depressed meant I deserved less friends and love in general.

It was super cool that my first impression of leftists was the #KillAllMen """meme""". I find it so wonderful that every 3 months, progressives on social media try to wokely quote fucking crime statistics and sometimes just reinvent eugenics psychology.