I Am Bilal From Gaza, I Have Lived 150 Days Of Hardship Due To The War. I Had To Move To Egypt With Some
I am Bilal from Gaza, I have lived 150 days of hardship due to the war. I had to move to Egypt with some of my family members and loved ones, to escape the difficult conditions we face in Gaza.
In Egypt, we face new challenges regarding residence and education, and the financial situation is not easy. We paid a large sum of money to escape, and the rents here are high.🤚😔
Despite all these difficulties, we are determined to improve our situation and look for better opportunities. If you would like to support us, you can contribute through the fundraising campaign on GoFundMe.
Donate if you can 💖 [https://gofund.me/ba5b76e9] Every help is appreciated and makes a big difference in our lives.🍉🍉
Thank you to everyone who supports us in these difficult times.💗
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Hello, I hope my message finds you well
I'm Asmaa from Gaza 🇵🇸❤️, I'm asking you for a small donation of 20€ to save our lives from Gaza 🙏
Can you donate to me and my family? Thanks to your donation we can achieve our goal as soon as possible 🥺
Your support and standing by us in this difficult time is everything to us
I would be very grateful if you donated to me and my family, thank you for your generosity in our time of need ❤️
https://gofund.me/b60fb34d
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@danashehab has been fundraising since may and is just over €15,000 away from their goal l. as stated in the screenshot people are starting to believe the rafah crossing will open so it’s important to make sure everyone has the funds in case they are allowed to evacuate.
thee shehab family consists of dana (13), sahar (14), mona (9), malak (5), yehya (1.5), fahed, (38), reem (32), and grandmother mona (60). they have been shadowbanned and deleted a few times. you can also find this family at @monashehab
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Please don't skip my message 🇵🇸 to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it 🇵🇸
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Dear friend I don't want a lot of things from you , just I want you help me to buy a food for my children 😢
They are hungry 💔😭
Donating for my children please 🙏
https://gofund.me/1e9ca3c4
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Don’t skip my story🙏
The child, Amir, must be treated🙏
A lot of very difficult and serious suffering happens to us. No one can understand or bear it. Today is a difficult day. My son Amir is in a very bad situation. Unfortunately, health centers and hospitals were destroyed. He is in a difficult situation. I have nothing left in this life except my family. After the occupation destroyed everything, our home, my future, and my dreams.
This campaign is dedicated to treating Amir. Amir suffered from a lack of oxygen at birth and muscle relaxation. Amir's condition was very bad, but with physical therapy and physiotherapy, he finally started moving. But with the war that broke out in Gaza, all physical therapy centers were closed, medicines were rare and sometimes absent, and their prices rose. Amir's condition began to get worse and worse. Amir must return to his physical therapy, and he has the right to return to walking. This situation is special and exceptional.
Amir must leave Gaza, complete his treatment, and live like any child in the world. There are no necessities for living in Gaza. It has become very difficult. The bombs that gather above our heads, poison us with the water we drink. There is no food except at fantastic prices. We suffer from high temperatures. Children who cannot afford it.
Adopt Amir's case Consider him your child❤️
Don't stop posting that. Donate to us.💔
Our campaign is vetted by : @gaza-evacuation-funds vetted link
I am mohammed ayyad of Gazans, living in very difficult conditions because of the war that the Gaza Strip is under. Since the outbreak of the war on the seventh of October we have been evacuating .
Then the journey of suffering and separation began,because my children were separated and evacuated from our home without covering or clothes., From here they became infected with diseases, and what increased our fatigue was the constant upbringing due to the different areas in which we were displaced, as we were displaced 9 times, and this was very expensive, the last of which was the 9th of this August from Hamad Town. In addition to that, we have lived in the summer season in a tent that did not exceed three meters, closed with nylon, so it is like an agricultural greenhouse atmosphere. It is very hot. All in all, we live difficult days that no human beings can afford
We have no work because of the war, and we do not have any kind of money and this is accompanied by a crazy and horrible rise in prices.
Although water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseases
The last suffering is that we are out of Hamad without taking our purposes or our tents and now we are searching the earth in the roads and our children and our elderly parents are suffering..So we use direct donation including what they can or share links fully so people can know our tragedy and pain. Remember a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition all. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.
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My sick father and young siblings are trapped in a flimsy tent, enduring hunger, polluted water, and constant fear of bombings. They’re forced to eat worm-infested flour just to survive.
Every day is a fight for their lives. Please, help me rescue them from this nightmare.
Your support can save them.
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•my message to the world
•At the end of the month, you will be celebrating Christmas.
•How will you celebrate without us for the second year in a row?
•We share in your celebrations.
Why don't you share with us during these difficult times?
•am hilda 28y girl
•am pregnant like any woman at this world
•the difference between us i live in gaza
🚨 I am pregnant and suffering from a lack of food and medicine. I don’t know what the fate of my baby inside me will be due to the shortage of food and medicine caused by the war and high prices
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•A small donation can make abig difference 🤲🤲
•The war has entered its second year and everything is getting worse 💔
•Please help me 🤲😥🍉🇵🇸
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https://gofund.me/69d9ed7c
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Hello this is me Aya.. 🇵🇸
Imagine having everything and suddenly you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams,
memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.
All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!
Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over.
https://gofund.me/c4c2cf82
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89 and 90 for grumpy boy keef please? I love your blog so much!!!! 😍
Anonymous said: thank you for doing those requests! i feel bad about requesting so much from you ;; but like, that prompt list you posted have many ideas, so I’m coming back (the entirety of 51+ sounds so much like lance) // but for now, 89 & 90 for keith? c:
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89. “Aaand, they fell asleep. On top of me. Great.”
90. “You’re like a cat, but 97 times cuter.”
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You jump, startled, when Keith yanks open the door to your room and stomps to your bed, his brows knotted in a frown and murder shining brightly in his eyes.
He crawls onto your bed, still keeping his lips firmly shut, wrapping his arms around your waist and plopping his head in your lap, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes when he did. Shifting slightly, you sit up a little straighter against the wall, your fingers automatically finding their way to Keith’s hair. He takes a deep breath, and you can feel the tension seeping from his shoulders and leaving his body entirely.
“You still have your shoes on,” you chuckle, lightly brushing locks of dark hair out of Keith’s face. He doesn’t loosen his grip on your waist, only kicking off his boots, and you shake your head with a smile.
“Long day?”
“Hm,” Keith grunts, tightening his hold and burying his face in your shirt. “I just… I wanna nap.”
A laugh rolls past your lips and you ruffle his hair, secretly adoring the tousled look and the startled squawk that Keith lets out as he tries to swat your hand away. He scowls at you, his lips in a pout so exaggerated it’s almost comical. You peck him on the nose.
“You’re like a cat, but ninety-seven times cuter.”
Keith lets himself fall back into your lap. “Only ninety-seven?” he asks, voice muffled by your clothes.
“Ninety-seven. And not one more.”
“That’s fair.”
It’s silent for a bit, and you play with his hair a bit more, taking small sections and braiding them before grabbing another lock and braiding that too. It’s a habit of yours that developed over time–you’d always liked messing with his hair, and you knew for a fact that he secretly liked the little braids too, even though he pretended he didn’t. It was easy to see through him.
“Lie down for a bit. Cuddle with me.”
“I am cuddling with you.”
“Y/N,” Keith whines, tugging at your sleeves.
“Fine.”
As soon as you settle down, Keith snakes his arms around your waist again and plops down onto your chest, just like a cat would, tangling his legs with yours. He even snored slightly in his sleep, you know, and you bite back a grin; it sounded like a cat purring. It was more noticeable when he was really tired–like right now.
“You need to stop overworking yourself,” you say into his hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Hm. There’s just… a lot to be done, and there’s the Blade…”
“I know, but you don’t have to get everything done all at once. Missions with the Blade always wear you out, you should rest a bit in between.” You’d often find him snoring at his desk, his files still spread out and his fingers holding a pen or pencil. You know it’s useless to try and wake him up when he’s like that–he’d sleep for hours before you even had a chance of waking him up.
“Shiro doesn’t rest.”
“Shiro does rest. I make him. He’s almost as bad as you, but at least he knows when to stop.”
“I’m resting now, aren’t I?”
“I’m serious, Keith. It’s unhealthy to push yourself like that all the time.”
Keith groans. “I just wanted a nap, not a scolding.”
“I’m not scolding you,” you scoff, playfully tugging at his hair, “I’m just saying that you have to take better care of yourself.”
“I count that as a scolding.”
“You’re such a baby.”
Keith takes another deep breath, and you hear your own steady heartbeat resonating in your ears, and you close your eyes too. Your fingers find their way back to Keith’s hair, resuming the little braids. After a while, you feel the subtle shift in Keith’s breathing, and you curse softly.
“Aaand, he fell asleep. On top of me. Great,” you mutter under your breath, trying to shift out of his arms, but your efforts are futile. Keith has an iron grip, even more so in his sleep. Someone could shoot a cannon next to him right now and he wouldn’t wake up.
Naturally, the only thing you could do now was follow suit, and you shifted into a more comfortable position, still grumbling half-hearted curses when you close your eyes.
