Please read even the last word and don't ignore my words ‼️.
My account is disabled and I am talking to you from my other account. I don't know why my account was disabled. For a week, no one called me, no one posted my campaign and my story and there is no interaction on the account. Also, I haven't received donations on the donation link for a week😭😓💔
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I would like you, who read this post, to publish it, interact with it, send it to all your friends and family, and donate if you are able to donate🥺🙏🏻, this will be a nice thing from you, please do not ignore my words, please do something beautiful so that I pray for you, I do not want to die and leave my child alone suffer and suffer here in Gaza 😭💔💔💔
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He sat in the dark, cold corner of the ruined room, his stomach empty, his heart heavier than the silence around him. Days had blurred into nights, and hope had long dissolved into despair. Just when he thought the end had truly come, a soft knock echoed on the broken door. A kind stranger, with warm food and a gentle smile, reached out a hand. For a moment, the world seemed to shift. He ate, he smiled, he slept without fear for the first time in weeks. He even dared to dream again.
But the knock returned , this time it was louder, crueler. Fire rained again. The stranger was gone. The little peace he’d clung to was shattered in seconds. The night grew darker than ever before, and this time, even dreams felt like betrayal.
This story mirrors our reality in Gaza. When the temporary truce was announced, our hearts bloomed with cautious hope. We embraced moments of stillness, started to believe that perhaps the nightmare was ending. But when the ceasefire ended, the bombs returned, louder, harsher, more merciless than before. The small light we held onto was ripped away, and the sorrow that followed was deeper than the one we’d known before hope ever dared to visit.
555 days of the war on Gaza, we live what no one can live, if you feel me and can help me, this is my fundraising campaign and my family, you can donate here any amount you can donate
I hate being hypermobile so much, I am constantly in pain for no reason other than that my joints are just weird. I’m about to go to college I want to experience life without pain debilitating me constantly. And what’s worse is none of my doctors seemingly care, I’m just so tired I wish I could heal my body so it isn’t collapsing under me.
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they are truely siblings one moment they are sitting and chatting peacefully and the other they are beating each other up with swords and fire
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Well, yes!
September 9 at 11:11 PM, in Marrakech, more than 2,000 people died in Moroccos’s deadliest earthquake in more than 60 years.
The magnitude 6.8 earthquake struck at a depth of nearly 26km. This earthquake destroyed multiple houses leaving many people homeless. Marrakesh’s old town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is reported to have been badly affected as well.
This is why I'm asking anyone who can to donate and help the survivors who are sleeping in the streets. This is the link to the Islamic Relief non-profit organisation. You can also check their website for more information.
Even 1 euro can be helpful, please share this on your blog even if it's not pertinent to your aesthetic, people need our help.
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