🌟 A Cry For Help: My Family’s Struggle To Survive In Gaza 🌟

🌿 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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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

I'm so scared to losing my family 💔💔🥺

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For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.

My baby is too little for this bad suffering.

All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏🚨🚨🚨

The money will go for the family evacuation and the remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.

You can donate here

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Donate to Help Shada's Family to Rebuild Their Lives In Gaza, organized by Jess Rapoza

Hello supporter, my name is Jessica Rapoza from USA and I’m raising fun… Jess Rapoza needs your support for Help Shada's Family to Rebuild T

What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537}✅️

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Peace be upon you

I am Massa and my name means jewel. I am from the completely destroyed city of Gaza. I was displaced with my family to Deir al-Balah in the central region....

My family, consisting of many children, young people and the elderly, live in tents in a very miserable situation with a lack of all the necessities of human life....

The elderly in my family need medication on a regular basis, which is not available, and if available, it is very expensive....

We have been living in tents for more than a year, winter is coming, the tent is worn out, and we are sleeping in the cold and frost...

We are in a very miserable situation. Diseases and epidemics have spread among us...

We are in dire need of donations to get out of this miserable situation and buy food, medicine, winter clothes and prepare the tent for winter...

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Donate to Help my family, organised by Hatem hellis

Hello my dear friends My name is Hatem Ali hellis from the northern Gaza Strip I support a family consis… Hatem hellis needs your support

We would not have asked for donations if it were not for the dire need. We were safe in our homes before the genocide...

Note : Children need psychological support due to extreme fear

In the name of humanity, support my family.

Sam Nook *heart eyes*

A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙

My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.

But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.

🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced. 🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed. 🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.

But how do you rebuild a life when there’s nothing left to start with?

🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope. Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.

💙 This is where you come in. I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.

Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.

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Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

🙏 Will you help us rebuild? Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨

I didn’t know 2 hours would feel like 2 decades-

Hello, I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿 I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏 💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship. Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

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hey so sorry king but u cant just delete ur private like u werent accused of housing and platforming an abuser and then go roleplay death note on ur minecraft server. like that doesnt fly

"my pretty baby"

dream x gender neutral reader

minors and ageless blogs DNI!

TW: smut lol, praise kink, pet names, overstimulation i think?, mostly soft and fluffy sex, cursing, dom/sub dynamics. softdom!dream, sub!reader.

disclaimer: english is not my first language, i apologies if there are any mistakes and please be nice this is my first post <3.

YOU felt a tear slide down your cheek as Dream trusted back inside you and you let out a small whimper. It felt great, he was great, it was just...a bit too much.

As if he noticed your slight discomfort, Dream slowed down, taking his time to kiss your whole face, starting from your forehead to your jaw and then moving to your neck. He gazed up to you, a smile tugging on his own lips as his big green eyes locked with your E/C eyes. He kissed your lips, and you didn't waste time and kissed him back.

"Everything ok baby?" He mumbled, tracing small circles on your inner thigh and you felt yourself melt as he watched you with that soft smile. You nodded, Dream kissed you again as he thrusted back inside of you, this time more gentle and slower than before.

The friction made you moan in his mouth, but he only chuckled and kept going, his thrust picking up a more consistent rhythm. Dream pulled away from your lips and groaned, eyes closed from the pleasure and hair falling over his forehead. "You feel so good baby, sooo good." He mumbled, squeezing softly your hip as moans escaped your lips at his praise.

"So pretty, you look so pretty like this." He pecked your lips again, effectively silencing the loud cry that left your mouth.

"Dream please-!" You whimpered, a desperate moan following right after. He smiled at you softly, still thrusting in you and he nodded, his fingers making their way to your sex to work you through your orgasm. "You're doing so good, my pretty n/n. " He whispered in your ear just as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a pressure building up in your stomach.

"Can I- Can I please come?" You asked breathless, your eyes searching his green ones. He groaned at your tone, but nodded nonetheless, moving his fingers faster to please you. "Go on, you look so pretty when you cum." He moaned out, throwing his head back as he felt his own orgasm getting closer.

The pressure in your stomach quickly grew, and with a moan you didn't bothered to hide you felt yourself coming. He grunted, feeling you clench around his dick, and squeezed your hips. "You look beautiful like this, my pretty baby." He said, a soft smile on his face as he kept fucking you through your orgasm.

The tears gathered again in the corners of your eyes, but you squeezed them shut as you felt yourself coming again. "Fuck." Dream groaned, his thrust now losing their rhythm as he also came inside of you.

You moaned again, eyes rolled back from the pleasure while Dream kissed your neck softly. "You sound so pretty baby, I love hearing you moan for me." He breathed out, slowly stopping to thrust before pulling out and taking off the condom from his dick.

He lied next to you for a few minutes, arms wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead and whispered in your ear how good you were. He then pulled away, getting up and taking a pair of new boxer before walking to the bathroom connected to his room. You felt your eyes becoming heavier, but you opened them when you felt something cold and wet between your legs. You made eye contact with Dream who gently cleaned you up, holding a wet towel in one of his hands, and in the other one of his shirts and underwear for you to wear. He helped you get dressed before slipping in the bed and covering both of you with the heavy covers of the bed.

Dream wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer while you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes. He kissed your forehead one last time before he whispered you goodnight and you mumbled one back.