Please Help My Family

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What Strength Really Means 💪

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

**Time is Running Out**

Imagine enduring a harsh winter in a tent made of tarpaulin, with nothing to shield you from the elements.

Every day brings the threat of freezing temperatures, and rainwater can flood our small space, putting us at risk of drowning. The cold can lead to serious health issues, such as chest infections and chronic illnesses.

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I am pleading for help to save my family from this life-threatening situation.

Please, we need your support to escape this danger and find a safe place to live.

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My son is dying in my arms… and all I have is my tears.

Every breath that reverberates in Mohammed’s chest feels like his last…Every tremor that passes through his small body feels like a cry for help, and no one hears.

I look at him, his eyes wide with fear and pain, searching for salvation in my eyes, and I… I swallow a helplessness greater than my soul.

The doctors said it with deadly simplicity: “Surgery or death.” As if death were something that could be accepted with words

How do I explain to him that life has a price?

How do I save him when I stand before helplessness, like a prisoner before a door locked with hundreds of locks?

My son is being snatched from my embrace, moment by moment, and my breath catches as I hold him, whispering in his trembling ear: "Be patient, my soul. Forgive me, my heartbeat. I have not left you, and I will not leave you..."

I need a miracle... I need a heart that hears my sobs in its silence...I am not asking for money, but rather a chance at a child's life, before his embrace turns into a grave, his voice into a memory, and his image into an unhealing wound.

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Help me before I lose him.

Help me before the light in my eyes is extinguished.

Help me, because I have nothing but my hope in you.

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins

The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨

I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude,

Areej Kassab ❤️

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The Screw Up- Stanley Pines holiday requests

Song- It’s been a Year by Stephen Day THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! 🎄🗣️🐄🦇

edit: @darkstormyseabunny HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY IM A FUCKING BOOMER- for an explanation of why it’s so late- I’m stupid and lost my drafts, ENTIRELY, then forgot once I thought it had posted. so I had to rewrite it 😭 once again, I am so sorry, The Kiki writing was also lost but it should be posting soon. But again I am so sorry for the ALMOST 6 MONTH WAIT. I apologize entirely and you have every right to be pissed with my dumbass - with love and stupidity, batty 🦇💕

Stanley Pines looked in the mirror at the old red sweater that belonged to his estranged brother, wherever he was. He stared at his stomach, his face, the square glasses finishing off the con man’s mask he had been wearing for 29 years. It was time for the annual Mystery Shack Holiday Party.

I hope I fit in This old sweater Cause I can’t afford one that fits better Must be bloated From my dinner Cause just last year my reflection was thinner

He hadn’t really changed in those thirty years. Even with the real ford gone, he was still just a screw up running a shack of lies in the middle of nowhere. With Ford’s luck he’s probably sailing with someone at least competent, not a man who ruins everything.

When it’s been a year Christmas is here And family is near to say My how much you’ve changed

If his parents could see him now, counting cash and yelling at children who had vandalized the sign outside, they would probably only feel shame, the son who faked his own death and probably killed his own brother! How would Shermie even feel?

I got two sisters They both got misters Maybe this year  I’ll bring back a misses But I just can’t yet Understand it Every year I came home empty handed Ain’t it funny how they know I’ll have nothing there to show

Divorced twice and pushing seventy something, yet Shermie’s got two grandkids already. He wondered if Ford would have found anyone by now, his true love would probably be geometry or something if he hasn’t changed yet. If he’s even alive…

When it’s been a year Christmas is here Family is near to say My how things don’t change

Every single year the mystery shack throws a holiday party, and every single year it goes horribly wrong. But at least he could spend the holidays around Soos and Wendy, but even then they went home eventually. When they did, he was just a sad old man who will try to save his brother for eternity if he has too. But even then, he might run out of time.

Oh and what a year it’s been And now it’s finally here again The time of year that you fear But you know  That you don’t want it to end

Who knows, next year might be even more hectic, more children will destroy things, more weird monsters will appear. But it will never be the same without Ford. No matter what happens, he can’t give up on him yet, not when he has so little to lose.

It’s been a year Christmas is here Family is near to say Why don’t things just stay  The same

The party was finally over, and Stanley was left wondering what would’ve happened if they had stayed together. If he hadn’t of broken the machine, if they could still celebrate together like they did when they were little. After all, he really is just the screw up.

Thank you again for the request! Please send anymore you have! I AM OPEN TO CRITICISM! JUST PUT IT IN MY INBOX

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AGHHH THANK YOU!! I love Bill (obviously) so he's probably my favorite along with Mabel. My favorite ship is probably the snadger!

🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

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Donate to A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Home, Rebuilding Our Lives, organized by Mohammed Altelbani

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Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

Neither a fighter nor a lover but a secret third thing (a shipper)

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