A cry for help from Gaza
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Hello,
I am Ahmed Naser Al- Anqar
30years old,married to huda Al-Mogani
bombing of the Baptist Hospital I have a brother named Mahmoud Nasr, martyr of the Baptist Hospital massacre. He has two children,
Razan, two years old, and Mahmoud,
four months old. They have become orphans, and there is no one to support them except us and God. My brother, Muhammad Nasr, has a daughter named Elaine,
who is 6 years old, and a boy named Nasr, who is 9 years old My brother Osama has a daughter named Amal, who is one year old A wonderful girl, but the war destroyed our childhood She is now infected with a virus due to lack of food Finally, my father and mother My father suffers from chronic diseases and great shock due to the loss of my older brother Mahmoud, who was martyred I am Ahmed, whose foot was amputated My mother also suffers from chronic diseases I hope you will help me and my simple family evacuate us from Gaza And the installation of prosthetic limbs for Ahmed And to complete my dream and study with my family outside Gaza
Thank you very much for your support and generosity.
sincerely,
Ahmed Al-Anqar
My shaylaaaaaa (he's a chef from an abandoned town) - work in progress 😎
I'm gonna redraw this.. I'm not liking it.. ;(
// Who is the mysterious phonecaller? ☎️
This is actually my first time drawing in a tablet properly, and it's safe to say it's eaaaasier to get the lines smoother than on phone.. I was considering tweaking a few proportions but gah, I'm tired!
I was reached out to by Ahed to make a post for his family. This fundraiser is vetted by Gazavetters, #229 on their spreadsheet
Ahed is a 33 year old father of three young girls with his wife Maisoon. Getting Ahed the funds to evacuate his family is very urgent because they have three children under the age of ten with them, who currently don’t have access to food, clean water, or medical treatment they need. They’re at risk of bombs, infectious illnesses, and starvation every day they remain in Gaza. every hour matters
Ahed’s daughters are the light of his life and his motivation to keep going, and he’s campaigning on here every day to keep them safe. In Ahed’s words, his daughter Fatima (9) is “the closest to my heart, and my little one.”, Iman (6) “The friendly, kind, and loving child who is loved by everyone”, and little Nour, only one year old: “Who did not live her life like other children, as she was born two months before the war”.
Imagine that you’ve just had a baby girl, and you look at her with so much love and imagine with excitement what a bright future she’ll have and how she’ll play with her siblings. And only two months later, your whole life is turned upside down, and you have to wonder every day how you’ll feed her and keep her safe.
This is what happened to Ahed and his wife when they should’ve been at their happiest with a newborn daughter, everything turned into a nightmare. Their apartment was destroyed in a bombing, they were displaced multiple times, and suddenly they were raising their beautiful daughters in a war zone.
Every hour in Gaza is dangerous. Please help get Ahed, Maisoon and their children to safety as soon as possible 🙏🏼 Every donation will bring them closer to a future where Fatima, Iman, and Nour can play together and go to school and rest and recover from what they’ve been through.
Please give Ahed and Maisoon peace where they don’t have to watch their children suffer from illness and malnutrition, the worst thing for a parent to experience.
Please let Nour experience what peace feels like.
Thank you for reading their story, if you’re not able to donate, please share so it can reach people who are able to.
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// Who is the mysterious phonecaller? ☎️
This is actually my first time drawing in a tablet properly, and it's safe to say it's eaaaasier to get the lines smoother than on phone.. I was considering tweaking a few proportions but gah, I'm tired!
Bandersnatch commission I did for a client! I had a great time making it!
feel free to pm if you’re looking for a commission!
For a small fandom, being another victim of trash adaptation—it is, for sure, undeniably obnoxious. A book where the Jewish diaspora is both metaphorical and literal, the concept of peculiarities, and the world-building that's centered around "time"—I don't have the words to describe how fast I got off from the peculiardom. Honestly, it's quite personal to me because it's so gothic, noir-ish, and it's magically haunting. I wish I would've been immersed with Jacob's character wholly if he wasn't limited through his love life.
It's unfair for the franchise to begin with because I believe the popularity died down after the movie came out. No one is gonna acknowledge the books because all the shit that's made it profound are missing onto the screen. Or, perhaps because it went on until 2021 to the point that more popular stuff uproared that the books collided within the shadows (which is interesting because ToA never got this treatment, but it's R-ck's work. The reviews for it aren't piss, though.) The fanarts are another thing. I've drawn for the fandom, but it's only about Fiona and Hugh. Aside from me, everything else is about fucking Enoch.
MPHFPC, you deserved better.
(Cos I'm gonna draw a reference sheet, or at least a headshot of them..)
day 29 - draw fanart (bonus points if it's super obscure or unknown)
a series of unfortunate events isn't exactly "obscure" per se but idk any other adults who are into it and i need that to change immediately so here's your sign to go read it
Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.
But suddenly, everything changed. The war swept through our city like a relentless storm. In a single night, my home became just a memory, and the city I once knew crumbled before my eyes. The sound of planes and shells became the only thing people could hear. We tried to find shelter, a safe place to hide our dreams and lives, but the war followed us wherever we went.
We were forced to leave everything behind—the house, the memories, and even the university. We became displaced, homeless, with no destination, just trying to survive. I walked with my family through unfamiliar roads, searching for a place to take us in, trying to escape danger, running from one explosion to the next, from one ruin to another.
The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.
I ask for your help, humbly. I can't get out of these circumstances on my own. The donations you gather will help me travel to a safe place where I can continue my studies and start a new life away from war and fear. The amount I'm asking for is the key to a new life, to the dream of becoming strong again and one day helping my family and community.
Help me rebuild my life and become the person I dreamed of being. Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards safety, a step towards a better future.
Thank you for reading my words. Many thanks and respect to you
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