The most recent sketches of mine, Macaque is on my mind 24/7
I FORGOT TO REUPLOAD THIS STUPID JOKE
I laughed WAY too hard while making this btw
Just a bunch of random drawings I did a few days ago
I love papyrus with all my heart omfg
Suffer my furry wrath
It's been a while since I've done digital art ngl
To all Palestine supporters π
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We still need less than 190$ to reach our short term goal of 1k$βΌοΈ
Your donations are important for our survival
Please help me reach our goal as soon as possible π
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π΅πΈ βΌοΈHello, please share widely, Mohamed and family and children, my sister Amir Malak has been going through a particularly scary time recently even by the horrific standards of the past few months. I hope she is well. My name is Mohamed Atallah. I urgently need surgery on my left hand and to rebuild my home and my older sister Eman's home. I live with my parents, six sisters, a little girl called Malak and a little boy called Amir in northern Gaza. I have created this link to fund a bone graft on my left hand which was hit by an explosive bullet, to rebuild our destroyed home and to evacuate my family from Gaza to a safe place. And donate any amount for a safe life.. I would appreciate your help β€οΈ Can you help in whatever way you can? Click all the buttons on my wall, I beg you to visit my page, view it and donate via the link in my bio π Donate and share widely ππ Every euro makes a difference π I urge you to donate. Even the smallest amount can make a huge difference. Not only does he need to be evacuated with his family, but he is in dire need of surgery! The IDF shot him in the arm with an explosive bullet. Thatβs not normal. Itβs explosive. So he needs treatment right away! Otherwise, heβll get an infection and possibly an amputation. We donβt want that to happen, do we? So contribute! Be sure to retweet and share his story if you canβt. Help my family. War is devastating. Thereβs nothing left to live for. No schools, no universities, no home, no dreams. All dreams are shattered. I hope you can help before itβs too late. @90-ghost reviewed Mohammed's identity documents and corresponded with him as well. So, in short: This is a brand new fundraiser that I can vouch for. Please share and contribute if you can. Feel free to repost on other platforms as well.π
I received this message recently and hope to spread it anyway I can to help Mohamed and his family !
Please use the link below if you can help raise funds for this family!
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after nearly a year of suffering π
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yesterday I was able to open a GoFundMe account, to help me meet my children's needs and provide a safe place for them ππ
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Our circumstances are difficult and harsh. We hope that you will donate if possible and re-share as we have not received any donations yet π π¨π
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My First and probably last post after years of distancing myself from Tumblr β¨
Hello, I'm Asmaa from Gaza.
I was born in 1991.
I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.
My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.
I worked in a private job and received a salary that covered my expenses as much as possible.
We were happy until the war came.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing now.
My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.
My brothers, Mahmoud, and Ashraf stayed behind.
We cried several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.
During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced down the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape. Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers. I lost my beloved son Mahmoud. Ashraf Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who are grieving, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without saying goodbye, without a kiss on their forehead, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better life and a dignified life. May God bless you all.
I use They/It pronouns, and I'm a cringy undertale/deltarune fan [19]
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