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The Beatles didn’t fit any known categories. My first impression was… how could somebody possibly create such music? The Beatles were different because they looked within themselves. They were singing to each other. Resonating to each other. Empathizing with each other. It felt like they, themselves, were in search of something. I’ve never seen any team like them. I think it was one of those things that happens in history once in 100 or 200 years. One thing I can say is that people are lonely, but when people do connect like they did, there’s joy, happiness, and satisfaction. It’s a miracle, I think. – Shimpei Asai, Beatles photographer

Emergency 💥📢

War besieges us, destroys everything we own, and deprives us of the most basic necessities of life. In light of this tragic situation, we urgently need your help.😭💔

Every day we live under the threat of danger, and we only have hope in your hearts. Your donations can provide us with safe haven, food, and essential health care.🙏🏻🥺

Contribute to saving lives and restoring hope to those who lost it. Donate now and be a ray of hope in these difficult times.😭🙏🏻

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Donate to Help our children and save our lives, organized by Heba Yasmeen

This is a message from three brothers suffering from a lack of means of life in the … Heba Yasmeen needs your support for Help our children

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Sixty years ago today, John and Paul had some privacy

The Beatles at San Francisco airport, 18th August 1964 - part 2 (part 1)

In this world theres nothing I would rather do.. I've discovered I'm in love with you <3

"I'm happy just to dance with you" - The Beatles

I don't really like boba but this is cool art!

Sakura Boba! 🌸

John looks like the Coraline's dad lol.

The Beatles

🌟 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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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️

Help! (1965) dir. Richard Lester