aqualesha

[aqualesha]

Hello, I’m Shadi, a father of three from Gaza. During this war, I lost several family members, My wife and children are now my only priority

I humbly ask for your help to provide food, water, clothing, and medical care for my family during these incredibly difficult times.

Every donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference and give us hope until this war ends. If you cant donate please sharw widlly

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Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #185 )

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Each (55 SEK = 5$)

100$ = 1100 kroner

Your generosity can save us

https://gofund.me/9aa3797a

Thank you for reaching out, it's heartbreaking to receive such news. I hope you and your family are safe until all of you could evacuate to somewhere safer.

It depends on us, whether we want to contribute or not. Crawl into the deepest corner of your heart and ask yourself if you dare leave these people being tied to war?

Please check out the link in the post and other donation campaigns too, if you can.

[aqualesha]

I am Jana's mother from Gaza. My house, my job, everything was destroyed. I am now living in a shabby tent after losing everything. My husband was injured in the bombing and lost the ability to work. There are problems between me and my husband who wants to divorce me due to lack of money. We have nothing.😭We are living in the midst of unspeakable devastation and we desperately need your help to survive. Donating is a glimmer of hope in the darkness of this war. ✨Verified by @gazavetters, their digital number on the list is #132 https://gofund.me/3b401079 Please donate and share in building our life together🙏🏻

The amount of asks I've received just shows how much they're trying to reach out to active bloggers, to share their story, to make us aware of the situation. It shows how strong and willful they are to reclaim the life they had lost. Truly the greatest warriors.

We pray for an immediate ceasefire. Until then, we'll keep donating and sharing and educating ourselves by being alert with the news and current events.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

[aqualesha]

Hello 😇👋,

Our family is facing incredibly difficult times due to the ongoing war in Gaza 💔. Our dreams and future have been shattered, leaving us feeling lost and without purpose. Anas and Ahmad have launched a GoFundMe campaign to help them escape Gaza, continue their education, and support our family.

Making a small donation or sharing the campaign would mean the world to us.

Link: https://gofund.me/8eb29f87

Thank you so much for your kindness and support 💖

With gratitude,

Anas & Ahmed Family

Vetted by @90-ghost & @gazavetters

Community of tumblr with warm hearts and an undeniable sense of justice, let us strive to make change even by starting small. Their lives matter, every second of it matters.

Check out the donation link and please donate any amount that you can, no matter how much. It's a small contribution to the eyes of people but in reality, thousands of lives could be saved by a single person's initiative.

We demand an immediate ceasefire, responsible leaders of the world. Counting the days until freedom in Palestine is reclaimed, we will keep fighting for justice and nothing can ever stop our voices from reaching the world. Please consider that human rights are being violated, lives are being trampled on. What more do you want?

Ceasefire now. Their souls remain in our hearts until the end. May their voices be heard in every corner of the world and may justice and freedom be theirs to reclaim.

[aqualesha]

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

We always have your voices heard, and we'll keep trying whatever we can to free your land from the horrendous war. May all the refugees and remaining survivors in the warzone be in the protection of Allah.

It's hard to continue living our lives in peace while being aware of the harsh situation in Gaza and other affected areas. We feel your pain, feel the desperation to survive, the loss and it's truly heartbreaking that we'd have to watch it happen, knowing that freedom and peace was stripped away from people.

We really do hope that our respectful governments will make their wise choice to voice out our determination to free the land of Palestine. Until then, we'll keep spreading info and educating ourselves to be able to contribute by raising funds, donations and open protests.

Please check out the donation link in the post. May we all be granted with a pure heart and a kind soul to help those in need.

[aqualesha]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚.

pairings. scaramouche x fem reader synopsis. scaramouche swore to himself to protect you from dottore, but in order to do so, he must abandon you. before he leaves though, he makes sure to put a smile on your face. genre/warnings. pure angst, written in scara's pov, reader is energetic and childish, she/her pronouns used for reader, mentions of blood, stabbing, and death wc. 1.1k a/n. i actually shed a tear while writing this and listening to summertime sadness. playlist. die first - nessa barrett, summertime sadness - lana del rey, train wreck - james arthur

[2:39pm]

today is y/n's birthday.

i can see her in the near distance, skipping around like an excited little kid. she's always had too much energy for me to bear, but perhaps i've grown used to it, seeing that she's always glued to my side for some reason unknown to me.

that bliss however, will change today. dottore knows about where she's from. a planet far from the depths of teyvat. a globe dominated solely by the human race with no room for elemental power. a planet currently known as earth.

very little is known about this planet, which only causes dottore's interest to peak. her origin makes her the perfect test subject for the doctor, but i will not let him lay a dirty fingernail on her.

we cannot continue to travel as one; dottore will find her if she's with me. i don't have any cards left to play.

i do worry that leaving her alone would put her in another danger. she carries no vision, nor any strength that could compare to the creatures of teyvat. however, nothing is more dangerous than becoming an experiment of the second fatui harbinger. on the inside i know she'll be okay. she can find-

she can find my replacement. a new companion.

my only option is to watch over her from the shadows. that is the only way i can protect her.

sometimes i can tell that i hurt her feelings when we converse. but my personality is something i can't change, and she's never seemed to want change from me. perhaps that's why i've enjoyed her company more than i could ever enjoy another human being's. she understands me more than i think she does.

since i made her cry on her last birthday, i've decided that i could attempt to make her smile this time around. in my defense though, the cookies she made for us to share together were truly detrimental. but... maybe my words were too harsh. i forget what i said exactly... "you wanna poison me? are you so dumb as to have forgotten that i'm not human?"

my eyes trail back to ms. craziness and my eyes widen when she trips over a tree branch. i actually have no idea how i've been traveling together with a girl who has two left legs without dying. i don't notice the tears streaming from my eyes until she looks my way and spots me.

she runs over to me, and i quickly wipe the useless, hot tears. when i see her happy expression, i need to make an effort not to let the guilt eat me alive. i think i've admitted it to myself a while ago, but i love y/n. i'd presumed just as everyone else that i'm a puppet incapable of anything close to love, but if what i feel for y/n isn't love then i'm not sure what it is. i am positive that it is love. when you experience pain, you don't doubt it and assume it's something else. you just feel. and when i'm with her i feel.

"SCARA!" y/n exclaims as she topples me over in a hug. i nearly fall to the ground, but i'm able to catch us before it's too late. gosh, can she even contain her energy for two rational seconds?

i shove her off of me, but before i can say anything, she excitedly holds up a compass-like trinket in my face. "look! a sweet young boy gave me this lovely compass! it's supposed to lead you to wherever you'll be the happiest! and~ it led me right to you! we are just the perfect little duo, aren't we scara?"

i scoff, "and you believe that? it led you towards me because i'm standing north from where you were earlier."

y/n's excited expression drops.

"oh..." she pouts. "well... we can still pretend, right?"

pretend. maybe i can pretend she'll always be with me.

"pretending won't get you anywhere in life," i respond flatly.

"oh, but you pretend all the time," she responds. "i know you sometimes pretend that you can't hear me when i ramble about random things. although it hurts my feelings, you're still my best friend, scara."

what she said is actually not true. i in fact remember everything she rambles about in great detail. like that one time she was complaining about how she hates her hair because the wind blows it in an unattractive way. it was just so annoying because she needs to set her priorities straight. her appearance should be the last of her worries.

"give me your hand," i say. my voice is softer than i intended it to be. when she extends her hand, i slip a diamond bracelet around her wrist. on it is a charm with her nickname for me engraved in the center: scara.

please don't forget about me.

"oh, scara... it's beautiful! I'll never take it off. i promise."

"i have a matching one," i respond as i hold up my wrist for her the see.

she smiles when she sees the nickname engraved on my bracelet: princess.

there it is. her smile.

i sigh. "human, i know that you have your other shenanigans to deal with today, as do i. but meet me up that hill in the forest at sunset."

"oh, okay? scara, why are you being extra nice today?"

"um," i attempt a half smile. "it's your birthday, isn't it?"

[6:03pm]

i pick up the sword from the wet grass of the forest mountain beneath me. it's raining hard tonight. y/n is going to catch a cold, and i won't be there to care.

i walk over to the puppet standing across from me. my puppet. the puppet i've created to fake my own death. isn't it funny? the puppet of a puppet. both abandoned by their creators.

i take my bracelet off and slip it on its wrist. she has to believe it's me.

"i'm sorry," i whisper before stabbing my clone in the chest. i close my eyes when i hear my own voice cry out in a short-lived pain. it falls to the ground, lifeless as i walk away into the forest.

the bloodshed spreads with the heavy rain, and moments later, i see y/n approach the dead body. there she is.

and i feel as if my nonexistent heart has cracked in half when she screams. my eyes close in a sort of pain i've never experienced before. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, princess. it's the only way you wouldn't look for me.

i wish that a day will come where we can be partners again. but on the inside i know that her human lifespan is not long enough to fulfill that silly wish.

scaramouche fanart credit: X (Twitter) : llxx88103769

[aqualesha]

Save Mohammed ….

Hello, Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. Donate or at Least Share This Appeal. I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment. Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others.

I beg you, kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

Donate now:👇👇 gofundme.com

gaza #free_palestine #Save_Mohammed #genocide

https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/

[aqualesha]

Hello 😇👋,

Our family is facing incredibly difficult times due to the ongoing war in Gaza 💔. Our dreams and future have been shattered, leaving us feeling lost and without purpose. Anas and Ahmad have launched a GoFundMe campaign to help them escape Gaza, continue their education, and support our family.

Making a small donation or sharing the campaign would mean the world to us.

Link: https://gofund.me/8eb29f87

Thank you so much for your kindness and support 💖

With gratitude,

Anas & Ahmed Family

Vetted by @90-ghost & @gazavetters

We pray for your safety and successful evacuation. We'll keep spreading news and donate whenever we can, and never stop educating ourselves to help you all.

Please check out this link everyone, a small change can mean so much to those in need. May your kindness be rewarded in the hereafter 🇵🇸🍉

[aqualesha]

Hello, 👋

I hope you're doing well ❤️

I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very dangerous situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them 🥲

Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifelinefor my family 🙏

Our campaign has been verified

From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you in advance for all your support and kindness 🌹❤️

🌹https://gofund.me/f6d17b3e🌹

I'm wishing the best for you and your family, life in the warzone wasn't easy at all. We hope for a ceasefire, and we'll never stop sharing and spreading the news, educating ourselves and helping by doing what we can. Never lose hope, the world's with you!

Let us donate any amount we can to these campaigns, in hopes of saving our brothers and sisters.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸🍉

[aqualesha]

Vetted by butterfly nu #1133

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #230 )✅️

https://gofund.me/05039d3d

Hello, I am Aya, 26 years old. I currently live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip. I am a mother of two children, my eldest daughter Sanaa, who is 5 years old, and my youngest son Wasfi, who is 3 years old.

We were displaced from our home 🏠at the beginning of the October 7 war. We were displaced to schools🏫 and relatives’ homes. We left our home under the bombing, fire belts, missiles and terrifying shells in the Zeitoun area. We did not take anything with us. We left our food, belongings and clothes and left our beautiful home. We have not returned to it until now. I appeal to everyone and ask you to help me. There is nothing. We lost everything we own, our home and my husband’s only job. My husband and I suffer daily from the problem of providing food and what we will feed our children today due to its high prices. All our food depends on canned food. My children always cry😭, wanting fruits, vegetables and eggs,🍅🍏 and my young son tells me, “Mama, I want to drink milk.🥛” I do not know how to respond to them. My young children have suffered greatly from the spread of pimples that left a disfiguring effect on their bodies, like burns. Also, The shortage of gas led us to use firewood🔥, nylon and brambles for baking and cooking.

With the arrival of winter, I do not know what to do. Even the clothes in the market are very expensive. I went to buy used clothes to warm my young children.

I hope everyone will donate even a little.i am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I achieve my goal and save my family 👩‍❤️‍👨from from the danger of war share my story. Everythings help.

Can you share some of my posts from time to time?🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸

Of course! We are all hoping for an immediate ceasefire, and we hope that Allah eases your and other families' burden.. Don't ever lose hope, all of you are so strong!

Let us keep spreading awareness and donate any amount we can afford. A simple action can change the lives of thousands.

[aqualesha]

the brief taste of freedom

pairing: yandere!il capitano x reader

genre: angstober, events, yandere

summary: as the captain's wife, others thought the title brought power, fame and money. yet, it was weighed down by the chains of confinement. your yearning to escape had been caught by the captain. would you be able to escape, unscathed?

word count: 1k

C O N T E N T W A R N I N G : yandere behaviour, slight manipulation (?)

a/n: and with that, this fic marks the conclusion of angstober. i hope everyone reads them has enjoyed the fics as much as i have enjoyed writing them (though some were quite rushed LMAO) here where i live, it's already october 31st, so for those who celebrate halloween, happy halloween and have fun trick or treating !! (mini fun fact: this year, i did a home-made cosplay of choso and offered candy/scared children hehe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

as a child, you had dreamed that love and marriage meant chaste kisses, long vows filled with love and adoration. you relished in the mirages of stunning dresses, chiming wedding bells and petals falling from heaven. but your hopes and fantasies were dashed when you were offered like a prize to the first harbinger, il capitano.

he was a quiet, stoic man of little words. it was no surprise that the wedding ceremony was subdued, a simple signing of a contract, the scratching of pen on paper replacing the chimes of wedding bells.

you should’ve expected this from a harbinger. he held total control over what you could do. your name as il capitano’s wife was merely a façade.

the weight of your title was a mockery. it was supposed to symbolise power, pride, even admiration from the nobles of snezhnaya, but it only brough you confinement and solitude. you had to ask his permission to leave the house, so you stuck to the shadows of the mansion, a wife in name only.

there were no late-night conversations, endearing glances, romantic dinners under candlelight. in fact, you spent most of your time dining alone, the grandfather clock’s rhythmic beats the only sound in the silence.

sometimes, you sat at your window, hearing the maids gossiping about a new festival in town, their laughter and chatter striking a pang of longing within your yearning heart.

he allowed you material things, but outings were out of the question. with every refusal, every permission denied, the fire in you grew stronger. you wanted to escape this frigid prison and experience life.

he knew of how you would sneak into the warmth of the greenhouse at night, peering up at the night sky of snezhnaya, relishing in the display of lights every night.

but recently, he had noticed footprints in the snow, ones that trailed from beneath your window. his butler informed him of how the madame would often retire early in the night, silence engulfing her quarters, with orders to not disturb her until the morning.

il capitano didn’t think there would be a day when he caught you, sneaking away under the watchful gaze of the stars.

il capitano stood by the floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the gardens like a silent guardian. in the distance, he could see the warm glow of festival lights, the people bustling like ants.

nursing a glass of wine in his hand, il capitano watched the people mill about.

suddenly, in the shadows of the garden, he caught sight of a huddled figure, wrapped in the silken sheets of your blankets. they clung to the shadows, feet treading carefully in the ice cold, white powder.

anger seized him in its ugly grip. how dare you sneak out of the manor, when he provided you everything you could ask for. his clawed hand tightened against the wine glass, almost crushing the fragile object in his grasp.

silently, he abandoned the cracked glass on the nearest table, his furred cloak settled around his shoulders as he stalked towards the door, footsteps echoing with the intent to confront the one who dared to escape from his grasp.

you were so close to the hole in the garden wall, freedom just a mere few steps away.

your movements are stilled as a cold, clawed hand crushes your wrist in its wrathful grasp, fear coursing down your spine, turning you into an icy statue.

“where,” his voice growled, a threatening edge to his voice. “do you think you’re going?” the cold, no, fear rendered you speechless, your teeth chattering against each other.

“the…the festival,” you manage to whimper out, face grimacing at the force of his grasp on your wrist. you were certain it would be turning tender purple and blue the next morning. your breath was caught in your throat, the last warm puff of air suspended in the air, as though it was holding its breath, waiting to see what the captain would say.

“your little games, it ends here, tonight, in this very garden,” il capitano hisses, his grip unrelenting. under his armour, he could feel how your pulse raced, its rhythm erratic and feeble.

with your remaining hand, you clutched the blanket tighter around you. il capitano could see, underneath, you had donned the plain clothes of commoners.

fury consumed him like a flame. he gave you premium silks from liyue, commissioning the famous lady chiori to design your outfits based on the latest trends. and yet, you lower yourself to the level of those lowly ants and don their filthy clothes.

a muscle twitched in il capitano’s jaw, but your view is obscured by his heavy helmet.

il capitano weighed his choices carefully.

forbid you from leaving and lose your favour or let you go to the festival and risk you running away.

neither seemed favourable to his calculating mind, so he chose to compromise. he would sacrifice his precious time to accompany you to the commoner’s festival.

with a heavy sigh, il capitano relented.

“if you are so intent on mingling with the commoners,” he sighed, voice edged with disdain, “then i will accompany you.”

lit only by the faint moonlight, he watched as astonishment and joy settled into your features, your brows raised in surprise. il capitano, the feared harbinger, would spare a morsel of his time to accompany his wife to a festival hosted by ordinary snezhnaya citizens?

that was unheard of, unprecedented. who knew what rumours the nobles, with an abundance of free time on their hands, would gossip.

the il capitano, going soft for his wife. utterly scandalous.

“but…” the words had barely escaped your lips before you hastily shut your mouth, intent that no more words fell from your lips, lest it cause him to change his mind.

“enough.” his tone was final, leaving no space for argument. “you will have your night, however, you will be under my watch and,” he continued, voice laced with disgust. “you will change out of those filthy clothes before you leave.”

it wasn’t a statement you had wanted, for you didn’t desire to draw attention to yourself when you attended such events, however, something in his voice held a glimmer of a sharp, hidden weapon, a clear warning: this fantasy of escaping would end here, he would not be lenient.

for tonight, your freedom had been granted. you could only pray to the archons that il capitano would feel good humoured enough to accompany you once more, at another time.

taglist (open): @leehanscorydora, @pastelmitzuki

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobayun 2024 / づ ♡

[aqualesha]

like in the movies. | scaramouche x gn!reader

old fashioned movies and cuddling. what could go wrong? …apparently his unfaltering need for your attention.

notes: fluff, needy scara!! (he wants ur attention), established relationship, modern au, non-sexual intimacy, idiots in love, short&sweet

masterlist

Now, Scaramouche wouldn’t say he is clingy. Despite his better judgment— Despite the way he desperately clings onto the belief that you were the touchy-feely one in the relationship, muttering along his grievances all while snuggling closer in your arms.

He was not clingy.

Tucked into your side, he peeks over your phone with a hardened glare. His eyes stumbling upon the small smile painted on your face. As if in a trance, your attention were laser focused on watching that damn show; one that he recalls mentioning to you in a passing moment, planning the day he’ll be able to watch it with you.

But now, it is hard to say he doesn’t regret it.

It was troubling how much he didn’t want to watch that stupid flim; the characters seemingly getting on his nerves, the plot beginning to feel slow and almost unnecessary, and the itch in his fingers getting a bit unbearable to ignore. And with his lips pulled taut into a thin line, he briefly tugs your sweater.

“Hey.” Look at me. He wants to say. “…This show is god awful.”

Something. Anything to agitate you, to reclaim your attention. But it was futile as the soundtrack blasted louder than his own voice. How laughable.

A second passes before the next scene comes on. And to his disappointment, you only tug him closer, content with simply staring at that worthless piece of metal, oblivious to his growing impatience. 

Yet with the way your arms wrap his waist, mindlessly padding your touch against his skin and squeezing it in reassurance, it is driving him mad with both annoyance and disbelief. If he was anymore weaker maybe he might just almost forgive you. Almost.

Which brings him to his last resort:

Without hesitation, Scaramouche gingerly sneaks his cold hands underneath your sweater, and with a snicker, he relishes as you jump at the touch.

“The hell-“ You quickly try to pull away from his abysmally chilled hands — only to fail once you catch the shit-eating grin that twitches on your boyfriend’s lips. “What was that for.”

Scaramouche only tucks himself deeper into your side, gently rubbing circles on your bare skin. “Ha..” He whispers. “..whatever do you mean?” He was being petty, of course. He thinks he certainly deserves it.

But it wasn’t long before he hears a quick ‘oh’ and the sound of a phone plopped right next to him. “I see what this is about.”

Now he has you wrapped around his finger, right where he wants you to be.

Instead, he feels your hand slowly creeping up against his waist, suddenly flipping over both of your bodies, until your face meets directly with his — effectively trapping him within your arms, and at your teasing mercy.

This is embarrassing, you are embarrassing. and yet…

“If you wanted my attention just tell me, yeah?”

“I did.” He scoffs at the knowing glint in your eyes but his composure melts as soon you place a quick peck on his forehead. Scaramouche picks up on the apologetic glance.

Flexing his fingers, his cheeks burning hot, Scaramouche mutters a low insult as you relax beside him, the irritating grin still lingering on your face.

How incredulous.

It wasn’t long before he shifts closer, tightening his hold on your back and burying his face back into your neck. He hears you chuckle, knowing you can feel the smile on his lips. Don’t say sorry idiot, I just missed you.

You both don’t say anything for a while, but with your hands threading through his hair, he finds himself finally relaxing under your hold.

You contently sigh. I missed you too.

It no longer mattered whether or not you would finish the show. That wasn’t why he wanted to watch it in the first place. He wanted you, and that was more than enough.

So maybe if you asked nicely, he would admit: he is a bit clingy. And only for you.

[aqualesha]

Please do not skip the post.

"To those with kind hearts and a sense of duty, I urgently need your support. Whether through financial aid, emotional encouragement, or simply sharing this message, your help can make a world of difference. 🌟 Please, help spread the word and bring hope to those in need. Thank you for your compassion and support

My name is Yasmine Al-Jamal. I suffer from cancer, and my husband, Muhammad, who was injured in this war, and I have a daughter and a son. We need support and treatment. I hope you share the link and support us ❤️

[aqualesha]

Hello dears! 🇵🇸🍉🙏I am asking you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. I am in dire need of your support now to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. The family consists of 20 members, most of them are young children. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family until the Rafah crossing is😭 reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family stay alive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need. My campaign 90-ghoset has been documented🍉🙏⬇️🍓

As long as I live, I wouldn't call myself a human being with heart if I just stood by and watched as people were dying, food supplies were cut off, homes were destroyed, schools now in rubble and children wrapped in fear and desperateness.

We all could still make a change. Please keep sharing, keep donating, keep spreading information. We'll never know what will happen in the near future.

We demand an immediate ceasefire. Stop the genocide. It is disgustingly unfair and cruel of Israel. We demand equal peace. We will forever stand with Palestine. Free Palestine.

[aqualesha]

Hello my friend 🙏🍉 I am Ahmed. I used to live with my family, my father, my elderly mother, and they suffer from chronic diseases. My mother had open-heart surgery on October 7, the first day of the war. I used to work fishing on a large boat. Everything was destroyed, and now I am injured from the bombing, my house is destroyed, and my children and I have nothing left. Children suffer from diseases due to lack of hygiene and unhealthy food. Please donate and support my campaign and help me and my family escape from the war of extermination. Have mercy on us, please 🙏😭 https://gofund.me/315b0b3c

Your voices are heard. May justice and peace be with you. All of you stuck in the binds of genocide are warriors. We'll do our best to spread words and make people aware. We demand an immediate ceasefire. We demand equal peace. We demand justice to he uphold.

We stand with Palestine. May peace and victory be with you. Free Palestine. Ceasefire now.

[aqualesha]

🛑 urgent 🛑

Hello, people of hearts and humanity. I am Hadeel, the wife of Ali, who suffers from an injury and disability in his foot, and the mother of two beautiful children, Yasser and Ayman, who suffer from asthma and shortness of breath. I live in a tent that was burned and destroyed by the rain and the occupation. Please help save the lives of my children.

https://gofund.me/66b0d0b0

Whatever is happening in the united nations, all we ask is for a ceasefire now. How can we truly leave the Palestinians injured, stripped from their lives, suffering and tormented? It's not over yet, and there is just so much cruelty shown by Isr@el. Keep sharing and spreading information, donate some amount to help them. Remember, a small change can make a huge difference. Free Palestine.

[aqualesha]

Hello, my name is Ahlam, I am 21 years old. Please read my words with your hearts. Imagine that your entire life is limited to one thought: How can I stay alive? 🤯. You no longer think about the future, because the present has become a battlefield 🔥. Every day you wake up to the sound of an explosion 💥, or you see fear in people's eyes greater than words 🥺. War doesn't just take your home 🏡, it takes away from your heart every sense of security. Even the places that used to be full of children's laughter , are now empty except for destruction and ashes. Food? It has become a dream 🍞. Water? Every drop of it is a treasure 💧. And sleep? It has become a luxury that only those who have completely lost their sense of fear can afford. Do you remember when you used to plan for your future? Now, the future is just an empty word. Every day that passes is a small victory, but the price? Your soul that is eroded with every moment. And amidst all of this, there is something that still clings to hope inside of me, even if it is lost. I search the faces for remnants of humanity, for any hand that reaches out to tell me "there is still life after the war" 🤝. I created a link to collect donations for me so that I can leave the war zone and start over in a safe place and live in peace away from fear, anxiety and destruction. I hope you will help me and donate to me 👇👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahlam-rebuild-her-life-and-dreams?attribution_id=sl:01cd653f-ba1f-4790-95b2-c15722d812f1&lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=messenger

Imagine having your dreams and the peace in your homeland destroyed in the blink of an eye. They need our support and help. We need to unite and keep sharing and posting so that more people are aware of the situation. This is no mere mass murder. It is a genocide that's happening there. It is an ethnic cleansing that's currently happening. And Israel had crossed the line by invading and bombing Lubnan which shouldn't be affected at all.

They are destroying homes, schools, people's dreams and hopes all at once until there is nothing left. But we can still help them. They are still reaching out to the world. Their voices matter. Their hopes matter. It's all up to us.

Sending prayers and best wishes to the victims. Free Palestine, and we are demanding for a ceasefire now.

[aqualesha]

Hello, I'm from Gaza

My name is Farah

Can you please help me to study at the university

Me and my family have lost our home, our car, and our dream to study

I hope just to help me to start my education

I was in my first year at university in Gaza but after the war, I lost everything my dream and my education 💔

Hope you really can help with anything

Thank you in advance

https://gofund.me/7417ca2b

https://gofund.me/0974b65e

The current situation is so messed up that these hopeful people have their dreams crushed before their very eyes. Humanity needs to unite, and we could only do so much to help until a ceasefire is issued.

They need our help and utmost attention. Never leave their dreams hanging. They have somewhere to go and somewhere they can shine.