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New Joseph skin:

Me in my dumb head:

Clark: B, why are you sitting by yourself? Bruce: Because I am without friends. Like the proverbial cheese, I stand alone. Even while seated. Clark: Come on. We said we were sorry. Bruce: It's going to take more than an "I'm sorry" and an apology pie from Barry to make up for what you've done to me. Constantine: Heyyyy, B! Read your retraction e-mail. Way to destroy your reputation. Bruce: You see? People have been pointing and laughing at me all morning. Constantine: It's not true. People have been pointing and laughing at you your whole life. Bruce: Oh, you think you're so clever. Well, let me just tell you. While I do not currently have a retort check your e-mail periodically for a doozy.

Imagine standing atop the rubble of what was once your home, the wind carrying the bitter scent of ash and dust, as you clutch your child's tiny hand a little tighter, trying to shield them from the sight of shattered walls and broken memories.

Images: Shams, her husband, and their baby before and after the start of the war.

@shamsfamily12

Story written by @rumiandroses

This is a heartbreaking reality for Shams Shaqaqi, a 25-year-old mother from Rafah in Gaza Strip, whose life was turned to ruins by the war. Her husband, Dr. Adel, once a pharmacist, saw his pharmacy destroyed in the carnage, along with their home and every semblance of safety or familiarity they knew. Shams herself, a medical laboratory doctor, is now jobless due to the resulting destruction of infrastructure caused by the war, left to navigate the harrowing aftermath with her young child.

Their days are defined by hunger and fear. Every meal is a struggle to find. Every night a fight against the bitter cold that permeates their fragile shelter, threatening to seep into their very bones. They have little comfort from the elements, no jobs to help them build savings or to escape, and no way to rebuild without assistance. Shams’ pleas are dire—she asks not for luxuries, but for the chance to survive. For food to fill her child’s aching stomach, and to help reach a future that isn’t filled with loss and despair.

You have the power to help change Shams’ story. Your support can be the lifeline her family needs to survive this nightmare and find a safer, more hopeful future.

Please consider making a donation to help Shams’ family rebuild, or by sharing her story so her call for help can reach others who can.

You can donate to Shams’ Chuffed campaign [HERE].

This campaign has been vetted by @bilal-salah0.

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Hey guys, Bilal ( @bilal-salah0 ) reached out to me recently to share his story with you guys so take a moment to read through this

Please pay attention, dont scroll away

Bilal Salah is a 22 year old who left his beloved city behind and moved to Germany a few months before to better support his family financially and to achieve his hopes and dreams away from the violence at home.

But since the genocide began and with no permanent ceasefire in sight, he has been living in constant fear over the safety of his family of 18 members that he had to leave behind in Gaza. He has been tirelessly fundraising to evacuate them to safety since.

During the past few months his family has faced a lot of difficulties. They have been constantly displaced time and time again, fleeing from the bombardment by the IOF ever since the family home, that had just finished construction right before last october, had been demolished.

I cannot even imagine how difficult every shift must have been with 8 children to care for, including 3 newborn babies.

They are now living in a tent in a refugee camp in Rafah city where basic amenities are denied to them.

In his own words:

They have to strive and risk their lives every day to provide the bare minimum of food and water for everyone, and even that is not always available. Due to the siege imposed on Gaza the markets are almost entirely empty, prices are rocketing, and little to no humanitarian aid is allowed to enter the strip.

In addition to food and water scarcity, the healthcare system in Rafah, has almost entirely collapsed. As a result, my family’s health, already at risk due to malnutrition, poor hygiene, little access to sanitation and the harsh weather conditions in the tent, is now also in serious peril because of the shortage of medicines and medical care.

The three newborns face the same threats, if not greater ones; as baby essentials including formula are barely available. Moreover, the only medical assistance they and their mothers have access to is that of an overcrowded maternity clinic or a field hospital with limited capabilities and equipment.

This is urgent, and they desperately need the funds. I urge you to visit bilal's blog as well as his gfm page and to read his story.

Bilal and his family need your support during this difficult time, so please dont look away.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Evacuate My Family from Gaza to Safety, organized by Bilal salah

Hi everyone, I am Bilal, 22 years old, from Gaza, Palestine. I am reaching… Bilal salah needs your support for Help Evacuate My Family f

July 11th: €53,694 raised of €70,000 target

This gfm is verified and appears on nairuz @/nabulsi and hussein @/el-shab-huasein's list of vetted fundraisers (#136) so please dont hesitate to share and donate.

Please follow bilal's blog for direct updates! They're nearing the final stretch, so please help them out any way you can!

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ROOSTERTEETH I SWEAR-

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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