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Donate to Help Ahmed to save him and treat his teeth, organized by ahmed aldani

Hello, my name is Ahmed Motaz Salem Aldani, and I am 14 years old. I live in G… ahmed aldani needs your support for Help Ahmed to save him a

Ahmed from @ahmedaldanis and @ahmedaldanigg is only 14 YEARS OLD and needs to raise money for evacuation as well as dental treatment.

The current amount raised is:

€2,756/50,000

Not even 1/10.

I will post updates when i can.

Reminder that I can draw for you if you donate: x

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The Sun needs not the Moon

The Sun needs not the Moon,

For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,

How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?

For if the Sun needed the Moon,

How come it holds it's own,

How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?

But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,

And the Moon as the Sun,

If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,

And the Sun so bright he basks in it.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

And the Moon knows this,

He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,

Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,

For halos cannot light up the world.

The Moon sees everything in the Sun,

And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,

And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,

If the Sun may bring the people happiness,

If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,

Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.

But what the Moon does not know,

The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,

The Sun will weep, raining gold,

The Sun will feel...cold...

The Sun isn't meant to be cold.

(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)

I am the sky,

The blues of the morning, happy and bright, untouched but lonely, no clouds in sight.

I am the earth,

Fertile and frolicking, wide and green, even as the wildflowers sing with the wind, and the blood that is pressed into the soil beneath me, with the wild sprouting in glee.

I am the wind,

Soundless and free, carefree and careless, as one would wish to be, singing praises into the ears of many, sad and lonely may they be, the wind may stay, not away, from any.

I am the sun,

Bright star against the sky, lambent and bent with joy, laughing with no sound, and warm but not scorched.

I am the sea,

Vast and infinite in the eyes of one person, endless beneath it's surface, and unknown is it's creatures that it is home to, all encompassing and steady, but the sea is never restrained.

I am the moon,

White with morals, but dark in surrounding, cold and gentle, wished to be unmoving, as the tides below sway to my command, as the people on the ground sleep with no sound.

I am the stars,

Bright dots of freckled light, scattered and uneven, but beautiful in every right, immovable but present, distant but not lost, away but not stolen.

And of all the things that I am,

I am love,

Ever present and unending, unconditional or otherwise, heartbreaking or fulfilling, I exist amongst them all, there are those who do not believe in me, but I believe in myself, and who is to stop me from believing me? For who am I, but my own identity of love?

Hello. Khawla and their family need your help! They need to feed their child, Ghazal but the cost of milk is high. She also is suffering from an injury which also is a costly problem. YOU can come to this girl’s aid by going to their go fund me right here:

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Donate to Support Khawla's Family in Gaza Crisis, organized by Abi Lass

My name is Abi from Lincoln, NE, and I'm raising money for Khawla and her family from … Abi Lass needs your support for Support Khawla's Fam

Please donate and share this link! This is very urgent because they’re currently living in very poor circumstances.

my friends yousef and mona are trying to survive a very dangerous situation... it's hard to focus on fundraising when you are worried more about surviving bombings. they do still need funds. it is getting harder and harder to afford basic needs for both themselves and their baby alaa. i haven't heard any good news about mona's lungs (they were damaged in a previous bombing), so i assume they're as bad as ever. she's told me it's very painful. she can't rest because she spends her nights coughing violently instead. if you can help them at all, here is the link to their fundraiser. since they are fundraising in swedish krona, smaller donations are accepted. anything will help at least a little, but please be aware 10 kr is 94 cents in usd. if you can't donate, please share the post. you have a helpful role.

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Donate to Help Youssef and his family escape the occupation, organized by Osam Lolo

‏Imagine that you lose everything you have in the blink of an eye, you che… Osam Lolo needs your support for Help Youssef and his family esc

journey of the jointed.

All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.

And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.

Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.

Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.

And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.

And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.

The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.

The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.

The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.

UPDATED please don’t scroll! Help Johj save his legs!!

(i had to remake this post because johj needed to update his paypal!)

My friend Johj Onlang (@onlang) has been really suffering from his squamous cell carcinoma, a type of cancer that has made him unable to use his legs, and soon, he fears he’ll lose them all together. The surgery he needs keeps being put off both because of money and because of hospitals flooded with COVID-19 patients. He’s losing hope.

He just wants to be able to live, and to be able to get treatment. And we can help him with that!! If you can share this post, or have a couple spare bucks, it means the WORLD. He’s trying to save up approx $7500 to get his surgery!

Here is his go/fundme run by @thealluringsink​​

Here is his paypal: paypal.me/itsmejhoj

And if you need to use cas/happ or ve/nmo, mine is savegodprovides ! Let me know you sent it for him, and I’ll make sure he gets it!! Thank you so much for your kindness and how much you all always care!! Also as usual, I’m tagging tags where there are kind people, but I can remove the tags if someone asks!

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Two brothers despair upon damp grass, and the beating sun against the blue canvas, the older cradles the younger in his arms, who happens to look lifeless in his hold, such a sunny day for such a bloody sight, the world never did halt for them, not when they needed it to, not when they wanted it to. Crimson pools beneath their knees, and the older brother screams his voice hoarse, he sobs out "Please...please come back... I'msorryI'msorryI'msofuckingsorryI'MSORRY!"

No matter how loud he yells, his little brother wouldn't say a word, still limp in his destructive hands, still not the bright sun he was just moments before. The cost of his competitive nature has caught up to him twice, he prays to at least his mother that there will never be a thrice (and he throws in a fleeing wish that if his little kid brother doesn't make it, she would take care of him, she certainly could better than he could have ever done.)

It has forced him to pay the price, and the price came in the form of the second possible death he has caused, out of the very few deaths he has been the cause of, why only his right-hand men? Long overdue apologies fall on unhearing ears, he wishes he did not have the cowardice he had.

Now the sun has burnt out.

PLEASE DON'T LOOK AWAY, PLEASE HELP SAVE A LIFE

my best friend layla made a fundraiser for her boyfriend giuseppe, who suffers from very severe me/cfs (myalgic encephalomyelitis / chronic fatigue syndrome) and cci (craniocervical instability).

me/cfs is a severe neuroimmunological illness that often leaves the people who suffer from it housebound or bedridden. there is no cure for it yet and only a few doctors know how to treat it, most of them don't even know of its existence. that's why we depend on you sharing and donating this.

because of these illnesses, he might die. only two doctors in europe do surgery on me/cfs patients, who also suffer from cci, and they are located in spain. he will have to pay a special flight from italy, somewhere to stay and the surgery itself, and none of that is covered by insurance.

he is suffering so much. layla listed a few of his symptoms in his gofundme already, but the only thing he can (or is forced to) do is lie in a dark room with no stimuli AT ALL. no music, no light, no touch, not even being on the phone for too long, accompanied with tons of physical suffering as in pain or seizure-like symptoms. his suffering is not imaginable for people who don‘t have very severe me/cfs.

please read, share and donate. it‘s so very very urgent and a reblog would mean the world and could save his life. please help us, he needs to live.

if you have any other ideas of how to boost this fundraiser, please let me know!

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Help save Giuseppe’s Life - URGENT!!!, organized by Layla Bauer

English version: My name is Layla. - Traduzione italiana qui sotto I set up thi… Layla Bauer needs your support for Help save Giuseppe’

Urgent appeal

I am Jaafar from the besieged northern Gaza Strip, I am 24 years old. I had many dreams and ambitions, but because of the war I lost everything. I lost my dreams, my university and my job. I have nothing left. My family and I live in danger of death every day and every night. I have lost many of my friends, but I still have some hope of rebuilding my life and dreams. So please help me rebuild my life. If you cannot doate, you can convey my voice and my suffering. 💔🥹

Any donation you make will instill hope in my heart again. Please do not ignore

https://gofund.me/e82fb539