Some dumbass left their Pinterest acc open in our Computer lab at school LMFAOOOO
Help Ammar's family ๐
A year has passed since the October 7 war, the Gaza Strip war. In this war, Ammar Hammad was born in harsh conditions. He was 3 months old and could not breastfeed from his mother because she suffers from asthma in the lungs and no milk comes down in her udder. There is a report from Nasser Hospital about this. Ammar needs about 10 packs of milk to help him live in these conditions, in addition to diapers and his special clothes. In addition, Ammar's son suffers from a complete tear in the cruciate ligament and cannot work. Therefore, Ammar needs your help to stay alive.
Your donation is part of saving our lives from death. I hope you donate 20$
As for the place to live๐
Our house is completely destroyed. We have nothing left. We live in the middle of shattered rubble.
Everything is broken for us We hoped that our first child would live a happy life, but everything was destroyed. Ammar's room was destroyed. Everything disappeared in a moment. We cannot provide a suitable environment to live in. A good environment for our little child to live in. I am really unable to provide for my little baby. My husband has a cruciate ligament injury As for my husband, he suffers from a cruciate ligament injury and cannot work until he can save money to buy our childโs life necessities, such as milk, diapers, and household supplies.
As I spoke previously, my husband is sick with a cruciate ligament, and these are reports on that.I suffer from asthma and lung disease, and I cannot breastfeed my child because there is no milk coming into my chest. Therefore, I need a lot of milk, and milk here is expensive, and I cannot afford that. I hope you understand our situation, my friends. Please donate to us my friend If each person gave $25, you would help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza I hope you will donate even a little, my friends. Your donation will help us withstand this suffering Donation link in bio. Your donation will save us Please don't hesitate to donate and reblog.
Thank you all
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Omar's father needs help. I am helping to collect money through paypal, as gofundme takes a larger fee and takes longer to transfer the money.
Omar's campaign has been shared by @90-ghost
paypal.me/xanadoodle
As I am collecting money for others as well, please add in the notes if the donation is for Omar
While everyone is going crazy over booping one another- Here is your reminder to spend some time booping these buttons to help the people of Palestine.
It takes little to no time and makes a very real difference to people who are currently going through a literal gen0cide. I even make a game out of it to see how fast I can get all of them (to help with my ADHD brain).
Mosab Abu Toha
This pain will end one day, and I believe in that. We are going through great hardships, but hope has always been in my heart. The freedom for Palestine is now closer than ever๐ฅน๐ต๐ธ
๐ฟ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story ๐ฟ
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 shatteredโwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborโs 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 everythingโour 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 familyโs 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.
๐ Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. ๐
News Graveyards: How Dangers to War Reporters Endanger the World
The war in Gaza has, since October 7, 2023, killed more journalists than the U.S. Civil War, World Wars I and II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War (including the conflicts in Cambodia and Laos), the wars in Yugoslavia in the 1990s and 2000s, and the post-9/11 war in Afghanistan, combined. It is, quite simply, the worst ever conflict for reporters.
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ
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 wasnโt 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 wasnโt 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 peopleโs faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakeryโthose 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 wouldnโt be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldnโt 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.
Welcome โฅ๏ธ
I hope you are well too I am ๐
Muhammad from Gaza, my father Three children I write to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very dangerous situation due to the ongoing war, and I have started a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Can you please share my campaign post from my profile? Every share can be a lifeline for my family. ๐ Feel free to share it on any other social media platform if you wish.๐ต๐ธ๐โค๏ธ๐
Please do your daily click!
This is a great way for people without any funds or no ways to contact their representatives can help out!! ๐๐๐ (link below)
Free Palestine
โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.โ
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