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Wowowow I LOVE IT! the expression the composition the colors the contrast the green highlights!!! Thank you <3 Happy Halloween 👻

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happy Halloween!!!!

shedding velvet, the wolves are seeking fresh blood

Hello 👋 my ❤ friends !

I am asking you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the gruesome war over Gaza to safety and ✌️ peace.

Life has become incredibly harsh, tough and full of hardship and painful suffering. We lack all he basic living essentials and necessities such as food, water , medicine and other needs.

The war has made our life hopeless and desperate. My six-member family has been going through the hardest days they have ever experience for almost eleven months due to the disastrous war.😭

The war has taken every beautiful thing from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and jobless. Everything is tough and impossible to get. Water and living conditions are incredibly unattainable and unaccessible.

The rising prices of all necessary items of life has complicated our living conditions especially when all our savings were spent over the least necessities and needs.

A photo taken for my tender sick children who is suffering from a chronic disease relating to his respiratory system. 😭😭😭

That is why I am now asking you to lessen and minimize our burdens and loads of life through your contribution.

So I'm asking You kindly to help my family survive through donating whatever you can or reposting my messages.🙏🇵🇸🍉

Yours...

Rewaa & my 4 kids

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Donate to Support Rewaa's Family: Restore Hope and Safety, organized by Rewaa Omari

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“They never left the desert” “they never left dogwarts” I’m still stuck in Pearl’s tower from double life

Hello 👋 my ❤ friends !

I am asking you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the gruesome war over Gaza to safety and ✌️ peace.

Life has become incredibly harsh, tough and full of hardship and painful suffering. We lack all he basic living essentials and necessities such as food, water , medicine and other needs.

The war has made our life hopeless and desperate. My six-member family has been going through the hardest days they have ever experience for almost eleven months due to the disastrous war.

The war has taken every beautiful thing from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and jobless.

The rising prices of all necessary items of life has complicated our living conditions especially when all our savings were spent over the least necessities and needs.

So I am now asking you to lessen and minimize our burdens and loads of life through your contribution. You can help my family survive through donating whatever you can or reposting my messages.

Yours

Rewaa

https://gofund.me/07f652e2

Donate, share and reblog to help Rewaa's family! Spread the word!

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My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

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Donate to Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for Aya and Her Family, organized by Aya Alanqar

A Cry for Help from Gaza My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm marrie… Aya Alanqar needs your support for Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for

Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.

Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.

Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.

Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.

Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.

Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.

My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.

The Right to a Peaceful Life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.

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Donate to Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for Aya and Her Family, organized by Aya Alanqar

A Cry for Help from Gaza My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm marrie… Aya Alanqar needs your support for Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for

Gem heard the clank of her ship’s anchor drop. Normally, the would be. Well. Normal. Except Gem was currently ankle deep in discarded maps in the storage locker and the anchor dropped from the top deck.

“What.” Gem glared at the ceiling. It’s too late for someone to be messing with her boat. There are rules. (Unless the snails got bored, but that was different.)

She stomped up to the deck, shoving the door open with her shoulder to find…nothing. A empty, clean deck. No footprints, no feathers, no redstone marks, no signs left from Etho where he complained about not having the right materials for him to steal (washed! up!), nothing.

She gripped the rope in tired hands, freeing the anchor from the depths. Morning-Gem was going to hate now-Gem when she found the disgustingly silt-covered anchor getting mess everywhere, but it was late and reeeaaallly difficult to bother. (Morning Gem can deal.)

The engine sat close, thankfully, so she didn’t have to go far to start it. If she got to the reef she could do a bit more collection.

She tugged the cord.

Nothing.

“What.”

Gem rapped the top of the engine cover with her knuckles. “Why are you doing this? Did Grian touch you? Grian is going to be banned.”

The sound of rope hitting the deck was a sound she was used to now. That’s why it took two seconds too long to notice it behind her.

The plunk of the anchor sinking back into the depths left Gem blinking, heavy, tired eyes at the guileless ripples it left behind in the water.

Her deck was empty. Just Gem and the inky dark and the boat-sounds that were actually normal. Maybe she should—lie down on the deck? The stars were out.

A door opened, an arrow cutting across the night silence.

Her hammock was swinging gentle in the room. A lantern sat on the shelf. The boat rocked, suddenly, making her feet slip forward, and Gem had to catch herself on the door frame.

The door started tapping against her back. Gentle, then faster.

“Okay, okay,” Gem laughed, incredulous, holding up her hands in surrender. “I’m going, I’m going! Gosh.”

The door shut behind her and it’s warm in her cabin. A welcoming heat to contrast the bite of the water.

Gem kicked her boots off (almost tripped like, three times while she did but she didn’t) and dropped into the hammock with a huff. “Happy?” Gem said, punctuating the question with a jaw-cracking yawn.

A blanket dropped on top of her from somewhere. One of the heavier ones she definitely tucked on a shelf somewhere. Warm and weighty.

Oh. She definitely wasn’t moving till morning, was she?

“Fine,” she murmured, the consonants messy, “sleep time.”

She was asleep, so she didn’t hear the fog horn sound one, short (quiet) blast. Like a fist pumped in victory.