Kamal Adwan Hospital Was Targeted With An IOF Airstrike Earlier Today Which Has Forced Everyone In The

After what happened during the super bowl, where those Deranged Dogs has the audacity to air an ad while bombing the refugee tents, its understandable that people would be blinded by fury. But if there's something that you may want to look forward to, to channel that anger, i want to remind you of this.

February 19, 2024. Another hearing. The fight still goes on.

Will this one make a huge change? No one knows. One thing we know is the fight is not over yet. We're still fighting. There are leaders who also fight.

Its not over, not until Palestine is free. Not until Sudan is free. Not until Congo is free. Not until Yemen is free. Not until colonialism, genocides, and zionism got dismantled and buried forever.

Don't quit. Don't give up. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

It's not even revenge, it's liberation, an end to the genocide and occupation.

Link to the poll (it's a PDF)

im turning his age this month

weird...

open for uncensored (pls i worked too hard on it)

As always don't forget about eSims

ANNOY SQUIRDWARD DAYYYYYYYYY

It’s this time of the year again!

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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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

Jojo sketches

doodles i forgor to post

some of them r old lol. in no particular order (least to most fugio /hj)

same two guys. OVER AND OVER what kind of illness is this

Gaza Genocide