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I've been really into drawing clovers lately ☘️
“…NOTHING wrong babygirl…you were doing NOTHING wrong….”
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These photos were taken a few seconds apart.
nobody asked me my headcanons on Bill's weird alien shape gender but that's only because you didn't know you wanted to know
of course he has gold bricks and pronouns
My friend @amalashuor has reached out to me and asked me to bring her story to my followers.
Amal was studying for her Master's degree when the bombardment started, and had to flee her home with her husband, and her one year old girl Maryam.
Since January, the three of them have been living in a tent in Rafah. Even after constant displacement, and the unlivable conditions they've been forced to endure, they've been ordered to evacuate once again. With nowhere to go, Amal and her beautiful family are trapped. They need OUR help to save them. They are unable to cross the border without the required funds, and donations to their campaign have been stagnating!
As of now, Amal's campaign hasn't reached even 25% of it goal, and time is of the essence. Please, please, I urge you to donate if you have anything at all to spare, and to share this as much as you can, because these wonderful parents and this precious baby are counting on us.
Thank you. 💕
Amal's fundraiser is #175 on this list of vetted fundraisers by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi.
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I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have seven children: Hala (15), Nour (13), Abdelrahman (11), Mohammed (9), Omar (6), Ahmed (4), and baby Hoor, just 7 months old.
In the blink of an eye, we awoke to a devastating barrage of bombs. The war had begun, and soon tanks surrounded us as the northern Gaza Strip was declared off-limits. We fled immediately from the north, leaving behind my husband who had to stay with his elderly father who cannot walk. The presence of checkpoints and the prohibition of vehicles forced my husband to remain in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood in the north of Gaza.
My four-year-old son, Ahmed, suffers from diabetes. It is a constant struggle to find insulin injections and test strips. Weeks go by without being able to check his sugar levels, leaving me in fear of whether his levels are too high or too low.
Ahmed's condition break my heart
My children are the love of my life
I fled on foot, just ten days after giving birth. I carried my ten-day-old baby and my other young children, alone, fighting for their safety. A few days later, the northern Gaza Strip was completely isolated, leaving my husband trapped.
I cannot bear the panic attacks that Hoor suffers from the constant bombing
It was incredibly difficult to care for my children without my husband, moving from one place to another. I finally sought refuge in a shelter school in Deir Al-Balah.
My children have been deprived of their father, who used to provide all their needs. Their schooling has been halted, and their mental health is in ruins due to the war. My baby girl cannot get proper nutrition and is unable to sleep due to the constant sounds of bombs.
We share our room at school with 40 people, lacking water and sanitary supplies
My husband remains in the north, experiencing severe famine. Periodically, I manage to contact him, learning that he is still alive, but his situation is dire.
We want to escape Gaza and survive this tragic war, to build a decent life for my family, providing the basics of life: food, medical care, and a safe home.
Your donations can make a world of difference for us. Every dollar can help us escape this nightmare and start anew. Your generosity can reunite our family, provide essential medical care for Ahmed, and ensure my children grow up in a peaceful environment.
Your kindness and support mean everything to us. May God bless you for your compassion.
Greetings & Gratitude🙏
Amal