Hey There 🌍💙 I Hope You're Doing Well. Today, I’m Reaching Out With A Heartfelt Request. My Family
Hey there 🌍💙 I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard. 🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness. 💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed. @nasergz Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨
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Let’s start the year off with a bang :)
hi. go buy esims for gaza. go preorder a kufiya from hirbawi. buy insulin for palestinian diabetics who need that help. if you live in the states use this to email your reps (this takes maybe 5 seconds to do). check out this massive list of resources where you can educate yourself in a meaningful and actionable way even if you don't have the financial means right now. from the river to the sea palestine will be free. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍 I hope you're doing well. 🌿 Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻 💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship. Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿 🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫
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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨
Hello, My name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.
📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.
😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
if you want to help palestine and Gaza, please do this everyday.
this way, you will help everyone in palestine, with food, hygiene products, shelters and more.
you don't have to donate anything, you just have to click this and share it.
don't be ignorant and don't ignore how devastating this is to the whole world and help those people to survive.
https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/
more links that aim to educate people on what is actually going on and links to help:
https://twitter.com/thatcooolartist/status/1715090851817198022?t=W8mKPfIT--KWTmhehGvgKQ&s=19
feel free to add more links if you have any, pr any confirmed sources.
please don't remain silent. not now, not ever.
🌟 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. 🌸
Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
NSFW!!
Can we talk for a moment about CEO!Dream?
He would be one of those types of ceo who choose every day a different watch to wear ams that goes with his tie and everything. He would be the kind of boss who everyone loves because he's young, pretty, funny, a gentleman and he has the money and the power.
And oh...the power he has over you. The moment you went into his office that day to do your interview, he knew he was doomed. He couldn't help but stare at your pink lips as they moved, couldn't help but notice they way you ran your fingers through your hair when you became too nervous or instead of smiling he sent you a small smirk.
He would love to tease you any chances he get, you guys are in a meeting? He's making you sit next to him so he can easily place his hand on your thigh, drawing invisible circles on your hinner tigh.
And he also couldn't help it when he slammed your back against the wall of his office, both hands under your ass to hold you up against his Armani suit, his lips never leaving yours in a constant hurricane of lust and desire.
He would groan and tug your hair when he saw you on your knees in front of him, big C/E staring back to his green eyes as you slowly took his dick down your throat.
He would smirk every time a sound got out of your throat when he repeatedly slammed his fingers into your hole, finding pleasure by just watching your face as you tried to be quiet like he asked you to be.
And he would love to slam you on his desk, his hips hitting the skin of your ass as he fucked you from behind, a hand wrapped around your hair as he grunted and moaned, throwing his head back as you moaned and whimpered for him please Sir, harder.
And then it was all about you, if he wasn't fucking you, he was thinking about how pretty you'd look like with a new diamond necklace wrapped around your throat, imaging it hitting repeatedly your chest as he made you ride him on his chair, the view of the other building clear as they with the big windows around his office.
And if it wasn't the necklace, it were the rings on your fingers that were wrapped around his dick as you gave him a blow job.
He'd be the type to buy a hand-made collar, from some shop he payed even more to keep their mouth shut about, with small F/C stones that shined under the lights and that fit perfectly around your throat. Almost as perfect as his hands.
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I am very proud of everyone who stands by me and supports me in these difficult circumstances.
