My dream before and after the war 💔
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Save my father 😭💔
I'm Omar, my father
My friend, please save my father. It's on my deathbed, my father's bad condition. I can't do anything I hope you can help us, my friend. Please. 💔💔🥺☹️
I try to ask others for money, no one wants to help me. I'm so frustrated. I can't help my father from death 💔
I'm afraid to lose my parents, please help me 💔🍉
My father is now in the hospital, and we need money to be able to have my father's operations💔😞
We don't have enough money to do all this. I'm helpless, my friend, I'm afraid to lose my parents. Please help me and send me money so I can provide all this for my parents. Please, please. 💔💔☹️🍉
Please donate with your donation my father will save my friend I am afraid to lose my father please donate to us your donation contributes to saving my remaining father from the rest of my family 🙏💔
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Thank you all 🍉🇵🇸
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Please help me. My daughter’s condition is bad and she needs special care and some needs. Donate to me what you can please save her from here🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🥺🥺🥺🥺
Please, my friend, donate me to buy the medicine for my daughter. Please, my friend, 🍉😭
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
Eyo can someone pls make a pacific rim au with ragbros in it thank you
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Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.
[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]
Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.
For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.
His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.
He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.
So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.
Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.
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Please listen to me and help my family 🙏💔
Im Mohammed Alhabil from Gaza , I am a father of three young children "Ahmed , Osama , Mira ", My wife and I are trying as much as possible to save what remains of our children’s childhood.
We lost our home, all our dreams and memories were destroyed, and everything we built over the past years was lost. We have become without shelter or a place to live or live in. 😞💔
PLEASE HELP AND STAND BY US
We were displaced from Gaza to Rafah at the beginning of the war, and we survived the genocide that occurred, We somewhat found some peace there as it was a safe area, but unfortunately, after Rafah was attacked, we left under bombing, destruction, and gunfire.
My children and I saw death, and we were displaced again. To Nuseirat, as it is somewhat a safe area, but there is no safety after the attack on Nuseirat a month ago. We have lived an unforgettable experience of fear, death, and genocide, and now I wish that everything would end and that I and my young children would be saved from all of this. They have no fault in what is happening, so I created the link so that they can have a better life and escape this genocide that is stalking them and eliminating their childhood 💔💔
So please, I am speaking to the human inside you. Please help me and my children survive this war and do everything you can to help me through this 🙏🙏💔
Im vetted by @90-ghost , @el-shab-hussein
Please help us start a new life away from everything that is happening and live in peace with my innocent children ❤🍉
Guys i left for like a few months wtf is happening in the recent chapters 😭😭😰
Bro is the CEO of the “You ever see a man so Beautiful they’re ugly” post
Dude is uglyyyyyy
Your younger bro is better
“𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.”
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