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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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A small writing of my idea of ​​Cody suffering from deafness because of Morocco that I told you before (because I am better at writing than drawing)

.-“Cody? Is everything okay?”-.

The Chife asked as he knocked on the door to the room of his youngest son, who had not wanted to talk to anyone after the doctor gave them the diagnosis a few days ago.

He was now suffering from deafness and it may worsen over time to the point of being completely deaf in both ears.

.-“Can I come in?”-.

He asked, although he wasn't really expecting an answer because he really wanted to comfort his boy, hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay.

Cody was lying on his bed, curled up looking at any point in his room, his breathing was so slow that it seemed like he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Charlie sat next to him and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Cody shivered a little at his father's touch, who removed his hand instantly, fearing that the touch with his ear had hurt him. A small awkward silence was created between them, at least until Charlie dared to speak.

.-“Cody...I know that this, all of this is overwhelming but I know that we are going to be able to overcome it, I know that you will be strong and you will try to keep going because I know you and I know that you are not one of the people who gives up quickly”-.

Cody didn't say anything, he just turned around to look at his father, his eyes were full of tears that threatened to come out, he was shaking and the words were stuck in his throat, he could feel them.

It was the first time Charlie had seen Cody or any of his children this sad, he pulled him close and hugged him while also laying down on the bed so Cody would be more comfortable, the blonde boy started crying uncontrollably, he felt completely miserable, his world was falling apart and he felt so lost thinking that his whole life was over.

.-“Shshshsh, it's okay little one, it's okay, I'm here, everything is going to be okay, I promise”-.

Cody only sank deeper into his chest looking for some comfort, which he got with his father caressing his back up and down while pulling him even closer to him, Charlie had to bite his tongue to keep from crying too, hearing his son's desperation broke his heart, plus he was also scared, scared of what his son's life would be like from now on, he believed in his own words, he knew that Cody was strong and that he wouldn't give up but that didn't mean he wasn't worried.

It took a long time until Cody finally calmed down, he was tired and his eyes were burning, he was falling asleep, his father's warmth made him want to stay there forever, he wanted to sleep and never wake up, in the end, he closed his eyes and his breathing became even calmer, Chief Burns noticed it, he took the sheets so he could put them on Cody and considered the option of leaving him there asleep but, a part of him didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay to hug his little boy (he was only 12,he wasn't even a teeneger), he wanted to sleep next to him to take care of his sleep, he decided that as long as there was no emergency he would not get up and that even so, the team could take care of it themselves, so he settled down to be closer to his son and could forget about everything for a moment, although what he could not forget was that Moroco managed to commit one last crime by harming his son in this way, and it did not matter that he was already dead, he would never stop hating him for that.

(I hope you liked it and I think this could be an AU, the only problem is that I don't have a name yet and I probably write this in Ao3 [I say that a lot])

I am very nervous and scared because I am going to enter a contest and I am afraid of losing in a humiliating way and that everything I did was for nothing. I want to pray to Hermes to help me or at least make me feel better but I don't have a altar nor a place to pray in my house since my entire family is Catholic and they don't know that I am a Hellenic Polytheism 😭

rise of the bacchus! (Blessed Anthesteria!!)

When the chariot of the sun rises after ten reckless nights,

The Bacchus rises with his nymphs and satyrs and in his hand is a thyrsus,

Creatures of the world dance in joy as the music fills their ears,

And the mothers smile at their children’s cheers.

Maenads, satyrs, nymphs of all types,

And the women, the workers, and people of all kind,

Children wear their ivy wreaths and they sing for the Bacchus,

‘My neighbors and friends have you heard the news?

Today, today, the son of Smele and Zeus

He walks the earth with his goblet filled with wine

With leopards and panthers walking with the divine.’

A pinecone and ivy vines curled around it,

The glorious thyrsus stands tall,

A symbol of the vintage god,

It gives him highlights, I must admit.

He lurks around the actors while they play a dramatic skit,

Giving them skill that makes us bawl,

As the lovers twirl in their waltz,

Moonlit lights and stars what a lovely skit

My neighbors and friends have you heard the news?

Today, today, the son of Smele and Zeus

He walks the earth with his goblet filled with wine

With leopards and panthers walking with the divine

When you step into sunlight, you honor Apollo. When you admire the moon, you honor Artemis. When you admire cloud shapes, you honor Hera. When you smell petrichor, you honor Zeus. When you laugh at a joke, you honor Hermes. When your body twitches to dance at a particularly upbeat music, you honor Dinoysus. When you enjoy the first bite of your breakfast, you honor Demeter. When you choose your peace over any conflict, you honor Athena. When you warm yourself up by sheltering yourself in blanket, you honor Hestia. When you listen to Ocean sounds, you honor Poseidon. When you smell flowers, you honor Persephone. When you admire the coolness of first day of Autumn, you honor Hades. When you wear your favourite jewellery, you honor Hephaestus. When you smile, you honor Aphrodite. When you exercise, you honor Ares. When you light a torch in a dark room, you honor Hekate.

Your body is a shrine to Gods, your being an act of devotion for them. You, by yourself, are enough for them.

Holy fuck jajajaja jajajaja

Honestly im seeing a career in Heathers Memes.

Existens

The people Is so talent When we talk about Luigi 😭