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Save Me and My Family from War and Help Me Complete My Educatio

Hello everyone, my name is Mohammed El-Zenati. October 7, 2023, was supposed to be the first day of my new academic year at university. But on that same day, the Gaza Strip was subjected to a violent and unprecedented attack by the Israeli occupation. My home, like many others, was destroyed, and thousands of innocent civilians, including women and children, lost their lives. Over a million and a half people were forced to flee, and I was among them. I began a journey in search of safety for myself and my family, being displaced more than seven times, not knowing when it will happen again.

In that single day, everything I cherished vanished—my memories, dreams, and ambitions. Even the landmarks of my city, along with the entire educational system, were obliterated. My university was completely destroyed, and with it, my hope of graduating from the College of Engineering. My future now feels uncertain, as I don’t know when I’ll be able to resume my studies or when my university will be rebuilt. But I hold on to the belief that education is my right. I am a student, and no matter what, I won’t allow any circumstance to take that right away from me.

Your kindness and support can turn despair into hope. It can be the hand that lifts me from this hardship and helps me rebuild my life, dreams, and ambitions from scratch. With your help, I believe that I can transform this suffering into a story of resilience and success.

Donate

This GoFundMe campaign is my plea to rebuild my life and continue my education oiutside Gaza, after everything I knew was taken away.

Vetted by @gazavetters

my number verified on the list is ( #273 )

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Hi, I hope you are well, but I am not well, and I don't know if I will survive in the future. I am Fadel Al-Dhani, injured from the conflict in Palestine. I wish to live like you in safety and peace, but I am injured and need surgery outside the country, but this requires some small money, but I could not raise it alone, so I am talking to you. I know that you are able to spread my story better and get people to donate to me or spread my story. I am in an area surrounded by danger from all sides, and I hope to get out of it as soon as possible. Therefore, I hope that you will spread my story better to people or create a convincing post on your page or donate to me. I will be very grateful to you, and you will be the ones who saved my life. Mark my words well. Imagine yourself in my place, unable to do anything like me. God forbid. Please help me as much as you can. Thank you.❤️

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Hello dear ones,🇵🇸💔

I❗❗❗PLEASE DONATE, REBLOG AND ENGAGE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ❗❗❗ click this link gofund.me

I am asking you to support my campaign to help me achieve my goal. I am in dire need of your support now to help me stay alive and safe and support me in getting a bone graft in my hand that was injured by an explosive bullet that prevented it from moving and building my home. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. The family consists of 13 members, most of them are young children and elderly people. 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 survive through your small donations or through your contributions to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need. Please see the pinned post and share my story if you can't donate. .

Follow the pinned post and the link gofund.me

My campaign has been verified @90-ghost @ibtisams @appsa

Thank you🙏🍉

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URGENT: Tahseen Starving Children Call for Your Support Amid Crises

Hello Dear

My name is Tahseen Alkhazendar from Gaza City - Tal-Alhawa Area . As you are reading my message, my wife, 3 little children, and I are sitting in the north of Gaza City, starving with no food, water, or money. Every morning, my wife and I feel heart broken and disabled, when our children wake up asking us for food which we don't have and unable to provide to them at this time in Gaza.

Before October 7th, I was a successful business man who owned a driving school and graduated from the business management school. I worked hard to secure a decent and happy life to my family, and did my best to raise my children with dignity, pride, and respect. However, once the aggression started on Gaza, we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. I struggle every single day to secure 1 single meal for my children. Specially my older son, Ibrahim, who suffers from the Celiac disease and needs a special food which I am unable to find in Gaza at this current time.

Unfortunately everything I owned is completely lost after my house and business got bombed and destroyed. We are currently suffering slow death in Gaza, sharing a small apartment with other families and living a devastating life.

It would mean so much if you could take a look at my GoFundMe and donate for my family🙏.

By sharing and donating, you are helping me, my wife, and 3 children to survive the ravages of famine and genocide. You will give us hope to rebuild our home, and reclaim some of the life which was stolen from us.

Please donate and share/reblog with others 🙏 🥺🇵🇸.

Please be certain that any contribution, no matter how small, will make a difference in our lives 🥺. Thanks in advance for your kindness and support and may God bless you and your family 🙏.🙏.

My campaign has been vetted by:

@olagaza here,

@northgazaupdates here

@90-ghost here

& @neptunerings here

Sincerely, Tahseen.

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Official reference sheet!

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!! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed They are only at €5,561 out of €50,000 goal

I was contacted by Nader to draw pictures for and help spread his brother Abdulsalam Al-Anqar’s fundraiser to save their family. Nader is a 17 year old boy who lives in Gaza with his family: parents Ahmed (54) and mother Iman (49), brothers Abdulsalam (26), Mohammed (14), and Omar (21) and Abdulsalam’s wife and their one year old daughter Iman. Imagine it was your sibling, your friend, your son, who should be in school or with his friends, who instead has to hide from bombs and ask for help online to save his family. His family have suffered through one year of genocide. All of you are their hope to get to safety.

This fundraiser is vetted by @gazavetters, number four on the spreadsheet here

Abdulsalams daughter Iman is only one year old and has lived most her life in a war zone. She is suffering from malnutrition. It’s every fathers worst nightmare to see their child starve and not be able to feed her. Please help him feed his daughter and get her to safety. No child should grow up hearing the sound of bombs. Every child has the right to food and safety. You can help give Iman the childhood she should have, where she can sleep in a safe bed at night with a full stomach.

Their father Ahmed has cancer and needs surgery and medication. It is not possible to get the treatment he needs in Gaza. every day his illness is left untreated, the cancer will continue to spread through his body, so he very urgently needs money for treatment and travel. If you help them get to their goal, you are saving their fathers life. Don’t let this family who have already lost so much lose their father, husband, and grandfather

Nader has showed me pictures of this explosion close to them, thankfully they were able to get away. Every day they stay in Gaza their lives are at risk from israeli bombs. Every day and hour counts. I know there are compassionate and kind people who are willing to help. every euro helps, YOUR donation will bring them one moment closer to safety. With love and hope I’m asking you to give what you can, I believe in the kind people of the world and I beg you to not let them die. If you can’t donate, please share so it may reach people who can.

Never forget that palestinians are not numbers on a list of deaths. Please think of each of them, think of their names and faces and know that you can help them. I think of them every day. I think of the hopes and dreams they should achieve, I think of their education, their future, and the love they show when they work hard every day to get help. You may feel powerless to stop this genocide, but you have the power to save Abdulsalam and his family. I dream that the day will come soon where they may use their days to rest and recover from what they’ve been through, where they can share a meal and laugh and the children will play, instead of having to use their time to beg the world to listen and help them. We can make this possible.

50 000 euros is a lot of money for one person to give, but for all of us together, it can be done. Please don’t look away.

(drawing above by @neechees)

Thank you for reading their story. Please don’t keep scrolling without sharing

here is the link again to their fundraiser

tagging for reach:

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hi, don't scroll. i'm coming at you with a list of palestinian fundraisers who very, very urgently need our help. please donate if you can, and reblog to boost. thank you!

najah al-haila, vetted by gazavetters (#49), 4,192€/80,000€

youssef alaa al-yazji, vetted by gazavetters (#87), 20,839kr SEK/200,000kr (1$=10kr)

dima rashed al-dahdouh, unvetted but RIS is clean, 506€/30,000€

heba's family, vetted by association through safaabed8, 2,920€/40,000€

siraj abu dayyeh, #219 on the vetted gaza evacuation fundraiser list, $89,084 CAD/$150,000

ola's family, #205 on the vetted gaza evacuation fundraiser list, $57,887 USD/$85,000

nour alanqar, vetted by 90-ghost, 23,757€/40,000€

ola ferwana, vetted by gazavetters (#60), 10,782€/35,000€

belal salem, vetted by 90-ghost, $1,276 USD/$20,000

abood and his pregnant wife, vetted by mohiy-gaza, $22,314 USD/$40,000

youssef al-habil, whose son has recently been hospitalized on account of a respiratory illness, #406 on the butterfly project list, 23,774€/30,000€

abdulsalam al-anqar, vetted by gazavetters (#4), 8,228€/50,000€

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Food emergency!

Bashaer needs $50 USD to purchase milk and diapers for Ayla. This is not a large amount, I think we can meet this goal very quickly.

We are setting a new short term goal of $50 to help Bashaer @bshaeromars-blog get everything she needs. Bashaer also needs to buy winter clothing for both herself and for Ayla. Ayla was not born during last year’s harsh winter, and Bashaer’s winter clothing was lost or destroyed due to frequent IOF attacks and displacements. Extra funds beyond the $50 will be used toward this goal. REMEMBER that they are living in a makeshift tent, and are extremely vulnerable to the cold and harsh conditions.

Please help her and baby Ayla out!

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Farah received a severe head injury after her home was bombed by the occupation last year. It resulted in a fractured skull and brain bleeding, which left her disabled for several months. To continue the treatment of her wound, she needs to evacuate outside of Gaza. However, this is very expensive, and her family is large. They cannot work due to the invasion, and have no way of raising the funds to pay evacuation costs, or to support themselves until evacuation is possible.

Farah’s family has started a GFM campaign, but progress is very slow. Total donations up to now equal less than 1% of their goal, despite being open since April! They will not be able to evacuate, or to survive in the mean time, without your help.

Please share Farah’s campaign by copy-pasting this link across all your social media pages. Reblogging this post and the posts on Farah’s blog @farahyounis is also a huge help.

Please help Farah and her family survive and evacuate to safety!

Thank you❤️

Farah is shared by 90-ghost and vouched for by @mohammedalhabil2000

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Help Anas & Ahmed in Gaza

✅ Verified campaign – please check the end of the story 🔍📌

🚨 Urgent Appeal 🚨

I am Anas Basil, a recent high school graduate with dreams of pursuing a degree in e-business management and building a career. However, due to my family's financial hardships, I enrolled at Khan Younis Training College (KYTC), affiliated with UNRWA. Sadly, the war has turned the college, once a beacon of hope and education, into a shelter for displaced families, stripping it of its educational purpose.

I completed high school with a 93% average, filled with excitement about continuing my education and securing a job to support my family. But like so many others, the war has shattered those dreams.

My Brother’s Dream: My younger brother, Ahmed, is 14 years old and in the third grade of preparatory school. We’ve always called him "Doctor of the Future" because of his intelligence and his natural talent in mathematics. Unfortunately, this is the second year he has been deprived of schooling due to the conflict.

Our Life in Displacement: The war forced our family to flee to Rafah, where we lived in a tent for several months. Each day, my brother and I would wake up to fetch water, gather wood, and light a fire to prepare food. Survival became our daily task, but we never gave up hope. The conflict affected us deeply, but it did not extinguish our dreams of education and a better future.

🚀 How Your Donation will Help us:

We are seeking €29,000 to help Ahmed and me leave Gaza, continue our education in Egypt. More importantly, it will allow us to support our family, who have been deeply affected by the harsh conditions and skyrocketing costs of living due to the ongoing war in Gaza.

We've outlined how your donations will make this possible. You can find all the details in the campaign link below.

👉 Donation link: 🔗https://gofund.me/ace8d602

Your contribution will not only help us escape the war-torn reality we live in but also give us the opportunity to rebuild our futures.

Every donation, no matter the amount, brings us one step closer to our goal.

With deepest gratitude, Anas & Ahmed

✅ Our Campaign ✅ 🔍Vetted by @gazavetters, official (list at #83) 🔍Vetted by @90-ghost here 🔍Vetted by association in this post

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Support My Family Journey to Safety and Peace

✅ Verified campaign – please check the end of the story 🔍📌

🚨 🚨Urgent Appeal 🚨🚨

My name is Jaber Al-Haj, a graduate with honors in Applied Chemistry. I currently reside in Kuwait, but my heart and thoughts are constantly with my family, who remain in Gaza amidst the ongoing war and devastation. My wife, Muna, and our 2-year-old son, Hashem, live under the constant threat of violence and uncertainty. Every day, I worry about their safety and well-being, and my greatest wish is to bring them to Kuwait, where they can find peace, security, and a fresh start.

After graduating, I started a small cleaning products business in Gaza with my brother, Aboud. We built a modest lab from scratch, and over time, it became a stable source of income for our family. We dreamed of expanding and creating more opportunities, but our hopes were shattered when relentless airstrikes destroyed everything we had built, reducing our lab and future to rubble.

The war didn’t just take away our business; it also separated me from my family. It has been over a year since I’ve seen my wife and child in person. Unable to travel back to Gaza, I feel helpless being so far away from them during these difficult times. Despite all my efforts, it has been equally challenging to bring them to Kuwait, where I could offer them the safety and stability they so desperately need.

The Goal of This Campaign:

I am aiming to raise $29,000 to help bring my wife, Muna, and our son, Hashem, from Gaza to Kuwait, reuniting us and ensuring their safety far from the dangers of war. The funds will also help me rebuild our business in Gaza with my brother, Aboud, by securing a new location, purchasing equipment, and restarting production—giving us a chance to restore our livelihoods and hope for the future

👉 Donation link: https://gofund.me/b8dbbb43

Thank you for your kindness, generosity, and for standing with us during this challenging time.

Warm regards, Jaber Al-Haj

✅✅ This Campaign 🔍Vetted by @90-ghost here 🔍Vetted by association in this post

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Urgent! Please help a father save his three young daughters from war

This family is very low on funds, with only €4,237 out of the €40,000 goal

I was reached out to by Ahed to make a post for his family. This fundraiser is vetted by Gazavetters, #229 on their spreadsheet

Ahed is a 33 year old father of three young girls with his wife Maisoon. Getting Ahed the funds to evacuate his family is very urgent because they have three children under the age of ten with them, who currently don’t have access to food, clean water, or medical treatment they need. They’re at risk of bombs, infectious illnesses, and starvation every day they remain in Gaza. every hour matters

Ahed’s daughters are the light of his life and his motivation to keep going, and he’s campaigning on here every day to keep them safe. In Ahed’s words, his daughter Fatima (9) is “the closest to my heart, and my little one.”, Iman (6) “The friendly, kind, and loving child who is loved by everyone”, and little Nour, only one year old: “Who did not live her life like other children, as she was born two months before the war”.

Imagine that you’ve just had a baby girl, and you look at her with so much love and imagine with excitement what a bright future she’ll have and how she’ll play with her siblings. And only two months later, your whole life is turned upside down, and you have to wonder every day how you’ll feed her and keep her safe.

This is what happened to Ahed and his wife when they should’ve been at their happiest with a newborn daughter, everything turned into a nightmare. Their apartment was destroyed in a bombing, they were displaced multiple times, and suddenly they were raising their beautiful daughters in a war zone.

Every hour in Gaza is dangerous. Please help get Ahed, Maisoon and their children to safety as soon as possible 🙏🏼 Every donation will bring them closer to a future where Fatima, Iman, and Nour can play together and go to school and rest and recover from what they’ve been through.

Please give Ahed and Maisoon peace where they don’t have to watch their children suffer from illness and malnutrition, the worst thing for a parent to experience.

Please let Nour experience what peace feels like.

Thank you for reading their story, if you’re not able to donate, please share so it can reach people who are able to.

Donate here to save their family

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I finished an L x N fanfic

If anyone wants to read then just click read more

Here are the cover images (two by @wafflebombe)

In the middle of Copper 9, a vast wasteland of snow and no oxygen, and nuclear wasted buildings, left behind from years of human establishment, there was a drone. Specifically, a dissassembly drone. Even more specificially, he had an extremely cat-like build, almost resembling a leopard. He also had long hair that almost qualified as fur, tall and sharp ears, and a long spiked tail that almost looked like a vine. This dissassembly drone looked excited and giddy as much a drone could be.

His name was L, and he was preparing something very special. Something so grand it required candlelight and many delicious, gourmet treats. Atleast, as gourmet as something made of oil could be. He considered himself a decent oil cook though. Not great or anything, just decent, alright, average, that sort of thing.

Continuing, L made the entire thing look as perfect as possible. Every single inch had to be perfect. It took many tries, considering how clunky and huge his body was. Many times, he was angry at himself, but this happened often, so he was able to cope. Slowly, and slowly, every little thing came together like one giant puzzle with L getting less and less furstrated, and progressively more satisfied. Even the tiniest candlelight and the smallest ding of plates.

It was perfect. It was ready to him. He could present it to his beloved...he thought he could, anyway. Unfortunately, like with all things that happened to him, there was a circumstantial catch. Something to ruin it all. Nearby, there was crunching of small, heeled steps in the snow.

He couldn't present it because the worst person ever had to have caught him in this so-called act. It was J, his annoying sister who could only be called, well...an asshole. Her catching this was NOT great.

"What are you doing..." J looked suspicious. This looked like some damned candlelight dinner! And, her intuition was NEVER wrong. EVER.

L jumped back like the cat he was, which looked rather silly due to his size. "Uhm...well...it is not your perogative. It is mine. You do not need to be informed of this..." He had a tendency to use long, uncommon words, but was interrupted in the process of explaining.

"Would you stop putting out all of that corporate jargon nonsense you do and tell me what's going on?!" J's tone was getting louder and more frustrated by the second. She had a feeling of what this was, but she had to be sure before putting out her famous corporal punishment. That was the company policy.

L was starting to visibly panic. "Nothing...just...just a reward for myself...I suppose...! Just me. Only me." He immediately knew he sounded too deseprate to be convincing. The repeitition of it being himself was not compelling in tone. He could feel his voice verbally shaking, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He knew that J was atleast half aware of what he was doing, and every time she caught him in the act of something like this, his heart shattered in fear. The punishments just slowly got worse and worse over time, all because L wanted to be nice to someone.

"Two dishes? Candles?! All for yourself?! YOU?! And, boy, I thought you hated every bit of your own self, or so I've overheard.

I don't trust it. Give me something...well, ACTUALLY believeable for something this grand?" J was closer and closer to her goal of prying the truth from his cold, dead, fur. It definitely helped that L looked more nervous, and was quivering more than an icicle on a warm day.

"I...I am..telling the truth...I do not even...have a single drone to share this with..." He tried his hardest to lie, though he wasn't a great liar at all. If it didn't work, well, he was probably dead.

Suddenly, J firmly gripped L's wrist.

"Tell me. The truth." Doing this was a mistake on her end. Why?

It immediately activated L's fight or flight mode, the one thing people feared him for, and the only reason he even still had a job in the first place. His visor turned into a singular X shape instead of two sperate eyes and his fur stood on end. J immediately knew what this was.

"Becoming defensive now, are we?" Despite clearly being in direct danger, she wanted to make witty comments anyway. That was not the smartest move, as, well, L literally couldn't comprehend her in this state. He took a huge bite out of her arm to get it to let go.

"ROBO JESUS EVERLOVING CHRIST-" J retracted her arm, stepping back. Meanwhile, L was already scrambling away on all fours in his feral state, the entire area he had planned being a mess now.

"That fool. That goddamned brainless fool. Can't believe he'd try to trick someone as smart as me.

He'll get what's coming though. You don't bite your boss." J mumbled to herself, and walked off.

Meanwhile, L was scrambling to find a hiding spot. He just couldn't be out in the open like this. Anything and everyone could hurt him. Atleast, in his animalistic mind, it was that way. Something hurt him so everything could. That was the simple animal logic he operated on now. Eventually, he found a corner, which he quickly scrambled into in a panic. He was growling, yowling, and pouncing at all the little bugs so loudly, that if someone were there, their own thoughts would be silent. He was heaving and panting out of genuinely anxiety and fear, like any little thing could make him explode at this moment.

"L! L? L!!!" There was a dissassembly drone nearby calling out his name. That drone was rather short and, well, normal, wearing a coat and bearing an average physique. L heard his name, and got even more anxious in a cat-like manner, the noise scaring him from how sudden it was. His yowl was extremely audible.

The drone nearby rushed as close as he could to the yowl, as he seemed to recognise it. It was N, someone actually extremely tolerable compared to J. More than tolerable in fact, but not in this state. He slowly, slowly approached L.

"Oh, L, what happened..." He spoke in the softest voice he could while seaming as non-threatening as possible. Even then, L hissed, trying to make the supposed threat go away. Every drone looked the same to him as J. Every drone WAS J in his eyes.

"It's...it's okay..." N slowly approached L, being sure not to make any sudden movements. He just growled as a warning, but was less ready to attack. L sniffed the air, recognising the scent just a pinch, and calmed down, his fur settling. He was still in his fight or flight mode, though.

"See? Yeah, buddy, I told you..." Soon, he fully approached L, without him expressing a shred of doubt about the interaction or fear. N put his hands up to L's face in a calm manner, slowly letting L get used to the touch again. It looked like N had done this many times before, and indeed he had.

"Doesn't that feel better, buddyyy?" He was calling L friendly nicknames, despite him being unable to process them. L was purring, his cheeks being in N's hands. He still had no mental capacity to communicate in this state, but he was starting to calm down. N started to caress L's face with his thumbs, an attempt to really calm him down and prevent him from going feral again in the moment. It worked a crazy amount, because L sunk deeper into N's hands, nuzzling them, slowly leaning into N himself, almost pouncing on him in a playful way. His X eyes were gone at this moment, so it was now him in the concious. N could tell even without looking at L's visor because of the small little chuckles and giggles he was doing in joy. He didn't even realize what was happening, thinking he had just woken up from an odd nap or sleep. N looked overjoyed here as well.

But, then L realized why he was here. Why he was in such a location. Specifically, why he was hunched in the ship cabin in the corpse spire. Its familiarity all whirled back to him in one fell swoop. He only came here for one reason.

When he had gone feral and needed a place to hide. He started to worry, his ears going flat on his head, and his chest starting to heave up and down like a balloon. He couldn't remember what happened, but he knew it was bad. He just knew. There were no other possibilities but hurt.

N noticed his distress. "L, what happened? You good? Or-"

L interrupted him with a sudden, extremely frantic question.

"Did I hurt you?"

He looked frightened, terrified by the answer. Almost like he was just anticipating a yes, or just anything negative in this context. Nothing good could come out of it, he was sure.

N immediately understood what that panic was about. "No, no, L, I'm fine! See?" He put his arms up, lifting his sleeves a bit to show no scars, scratches, or bites.

"You...you could have healed yourself before I became sane again." L couldn't believe it. His doubt was too thick and strong for him to see clearly. "N, please, please tell the truth. I do not want you to lie just to make me feel like less of a monster than I am." He sounded distressed, like he was stuck in an endless hole of misery and self-loathing. The room started to feel small and claustrophobic to him. He just had to be by himself to dwell on the possible things he had done. His breath was getting slower, but it was heavier and heavier with each breath, starting to tremble. Anyone with decent vision could see what was about to happen to him.

"No, no- L I wouldn't! If you did something like that I'd tell the truth!" N wasn't...entirely sure on this one, but he knew L didn't hurt him this time. He just stumbled upon L in the corner, trembling, immediately sensing what had happened. That was it. L had not bitten or scratched.

"...

...did...did I hurt anyone else? A single other drone? Even one?" L was still so doubtful. Even if it wasn't N he had hurt, there had to be someone else. His voice started to sound broken.

"I...don't know. I just found you here. Your mouth did sort of have oil...but it wasn't too bad." N did want to be honest in regards to that. He was an awful liar, just like L.

That was a mistake.

L started to weep, retreating back to his corner in the claustrophobic cabin. No wonder his breath was so slow and heavy, and his voice was breaking. He started to mumble something that not even N could hear properly, aside from a few words that sounded the same. It was almost a meaningless jumble, until you listened close. He was just repeating his sorries to himself in a quickened manner. Tears were dripping onto the ground, and L was clawing at his own head out of desperation, guilt, and hatred. He couldn't be seen like this, with how disgusting he was.

He felt something warm graze him. It was N.

"It isn't your fault." He reassured L, pulling the hair out of his face.

"LIAR!" L called out in a desperate fit, pushing N back. He was the one who bit, the one who ate. Whatever he did under that state. It was him and only him who was at fault. He wept harder, burying his face further, knowing that all he was was a monster. A heartless, hurtful monster. He could barely calm down, and was trembling and shaking like a leaf.

"I..." N tried to find the right words to say. "...that's not you. You were just...scared and uh, unable to think. It's okay." He knew whatever L turned into, that wasn't him. That was not him. It was some external factor that looked like him, or something kinda stupid like that. He just was bad at putting things into proper words, and things that made sense.

"That is...deranged..." L couldn't believe what he was trying to suggest. That was him and him ONLY. He could still sense the taste of raw oil in his mouth, and almost gagged.

"Well, uh, do you remember anything from it?" N tried to put reason into this to the best of his ability. "Do you?"

"N...no..." L couldn't remember a single thing. Whatever caused the oil in his mouth was a mystery. Well, he knew it was something violent, as that's the only way you could get oil. But, the specifics were unclear.

"See? You weren't awake, or whatever the proper word it is. I'm trying, I'm trying..." N reassured him. He didn't want to sound foolish or dumb in front of the one he loved. He wasn't afraid to do so, of course, but it was a bit embarassing.

"...concious...well, well I am...sorry. I am so sorry." L felt an intense sense of guilt, and a need to apologize. He just looked miserable.

"I'm not mad. There's no need to apologize. You didn't do anything. I promise." N, once again, pushed the fur out of L's face, coming closer to him in the small corner that he found so much comfort, yet hatred in. His fur felt quite soft, like an oversized pillow. Admittedly, it did need a good brushing. He clearly didn't take care of it often.

"You...you were not the one I hurt..." L still felt so shameful. The oil taste stung in his mouth and lingered. It was torturous.

"Well, do you remember anything beforehand?" N tried to see if there was anything he could think of. There possibly could be an actual person he hurt that caused this fight or flight response.

"Ehm, I do recall J..." He immediately realized. He bit his own boss. His own sister. He started to panic. "I BIT J. I HURT HER. THIS IS HER OIL. HER BLOOD."

N tried to get him to calm down again. "No, no, it's okay! It's okay! She...definitely did something to start it! It's okay! You're NOT doing anything wrong!"

L nearly passed out, collapsing fully on the floor. N was flabbergasted at the sudden thud, and the sight of him nearly being unconcious.

"Agh...my head is pounding..." L was panicking too much for his own good. The stress was reaching to his bodily functions and systems, and they were starting to slow down. N rarely saw him like this, and it definitely added a layer of hurt to whatever was happening. "I am truly a mistake." Unfortunately, his systems slowed down too much, to the point where he was going back into his spiral, but without the tears. He laid there without any more words, until N spoke up.

"No, no again, it's okay. You're not a mistake."

L was done. He couldn't believe N was so resilient. There had to be something in his brain making him feel this way. Someone. That couldn't be what his genuine thoughts were.

"N, please. I am simply a ticking time bomb. You're in mortal danger around me. I was made wrongly, and now I hurt others." L couldn't see a single positive in that.

"Oh, L...it's alright, it's not your fault, I've dealt with worse. Don't worry." N knew this was true. L wasn't the worst thing. Far from it, in fact. He was a joy to be around, even if his emotions could get intense.

"W-worse..? What in Copper 9 could be worse than...me? An awful, gross, malfunction of a dissassembly drone." L couldn't believe what he was hearing. N had to have some screws loose, some misplaced parts, something wrong.

"...Your sister. She's done worse. Hurt me worse than you ever could. She does it willingly." N used the best example he knew.

"But...I'm not the one in trouble here! You are!

I don't hate you for something you can't control. I don't. I just can't.

That isn't you, it's something else entirely. I know it." He was referring to the thing he said earlier. He KNEW it was true. He KNEW it wasn't L. L would never.

"How can you know something that is just a conspiracy theory? Something you cannot prove because the evidence disproving it is right in front of you?

I am a monster, N. An iredeemable monster. Everyone hates me and they are terrified of my presence, even the other dissassembly drones. I would not blame you if you were too.

You deserve to have freedom to make concious choices, so go on then. Leave. I am not stopping you. You do not deserve to be stuck with something like me." L couldn't even call himself someone. He wasn't deserving of that title. He was barely a person, if he was one at all. He couldn't even look at N anymore without shame in himself.

"L...I could never..." N was so worried at this point. He had never heard such doubtful words from somebody. Less doubtful, more sure that something negative would happen. It's like L always expected the worst, which wouldn't be far off from the truth.

"What is stopping you? What in the world is stopping you from making a sane decision like this one? Why do you not wish to stop interacting with me? Why have you not run off yet?" L had to know. He had to know what was so off about N. He had a hunch, but he couldn't be sure. He needed evidence.

"Because...because...well...

I can't get myself to do that! That's horrible! Someone as nice as you doesn't deserve ANY of that!" N wouldn't leave someone by themself like that. Especially not somone as hated by J as he was. Who else would L have, if not him?

"Out of all of the foolish decisions J has called you out for, this is the one I truly do not get in any sense of the word. Why do you not feel an urge to leave me in the snow?" L still poked and prodded. He felt worthless, but clearly N felt different. But...why?

"You don't deserve that. Again. Like I said.

You're nice to me. Nobody's ever shown me as much kindness as you. I can't help but do the same because it feels right. It just feels like anything else would be wrong.

I...really do care for you. More than any drone in Copper 9. The universe, even.

I love you, L."

"B-but...but I do not understand...I..." L could sense himself blushing. He felt so...cared for, when he didn't deserve it. So adored, when he was the opposite of adorable.

Loved, when he was anything but loving.

"I don't either." N chuckled for a second, putting his hand on L's, hoping it would calm him down. And, indeed it did, for his alarmed and anxious eyes turned into caring, sweet, and calm eyes. He finally sat up, his systems not slowing him down enough for him to be unable to move anymore. He gripped his large hand around N's small one, and you could hear him start to purr, his tail swishing in a curved move. That was a sign of a happy, content cat.

"Awww, you're purring!" N giggled a bit, him blushing too. It was extremely cute when L did something catlike without being in his feral state. Those were shows of genuine affection and love.

"I love you too, N. No, I adore you. No matter what, please do not ever forget that.

And, well, thank you for treating me like a person. An individual. Thank you."

He sounded so genuinely grateful and content. He pulled N closer with his tail, which made him able to sense every vibration from L's purrs. It was quite soothing, surprisingly, for how big his size was. L couldn't help but start nuzzling into N again, being so happy he was here in general. These moments where they were alone were always special and beautiful.

N giggled at the nuzzles, being happy that L was finally feeling better, at the very least. He even did a couple chin scratches, knowing L liked that. Maybe that was a bit too much, though, as L started to laugh like crazy at that. "How...niiiice..." was cut off by the many laughs and giggles L was doing. They both were showering eachother in so much affection, it was astonishing. L quickly stood up, nearly leaping, and held N in a firm grip.

"P-put me down!" N was still giggling though. L obliged and put N on the ground, though he was still standing, burying himself in L in general. He didn't want to let go, ever...

L did a step.

Then another.

He took both of N's hands.

He was...dancing...?

Was he?

"Uhm...L? What in the world are you doing???" N was genuinely confused.

"Uhm. I do not. Know?" Even L was confused. He just felt some sort of...rhythm in his steps. N just went along with it.

Neither of them knew how to dance. Well, L did, but his big body made it a bit difficult, especially considering his cat-like legs. It was very awkward. Eventually, they just gave up and sat down.

"That was fun, ehehe!" N giggled a small bit.

"Yeah, especially with you...

...d...dear..." L stammered a ton trying to get this one, cute little nickname out.

"Awww...DEAR?!" N was flabbergasted, blushing for his life, even!

"Sorry, sorry, that was uhm, a mistaaaaake-" L was so embarassed at what he did.

"Can, uh, can I do something dumb too, if it makes you feel any betterrrr orrr?" N was probably considering the worst thing ever, atleast for his standards. He was nervous as ever.

"Sure...sure..."

He gave L the tiniest kiss ever. The smallest one. It was barely a peck. And yet, he was so nervous he was shaking. "WHAT HAVE I DONE."

L chuckled at this. "My god, N, you are so adorable..." He gave his own kiss in return, but it was...less nervous. He was more confident.

N short circuited at this. "I- WH- WHAAAAT-"

"I...I do not know why I did that..."

Both of them were blushing intensely.

[astrothegalaxy]

Hello dear friends and potential saviors. My name is Ahmed Totah, I am 21 years old, my father is 67, my mother is 55, and my sister is 25. We now live in the northern Gaza Strip.

Since the beginning of October 7, 2023, and now we are more than 12 months into the war, my family and I have lived a life of relentless violence and suffering after being displaced from our home, more than 10 to 11 times. We have been displaced to schools and relatives, and we are currently living without shelter, and we suffer from food shortages that have forced us to eat animal and bird food due to high prices. Winter has come and we have no blankets or shoes to warm my family. I want you to help me provide for my family's needs and protect them from the bitter cold in winter, and the harsh mud that floods our lives under the rain.

And our suffering in transporting water for drinking, and when it is provided, it is not pure. Diseases, especially rashes, epidemics and pollution, are spreading, while we struggle to survive without proper food, water or medicine. There is no place for anyone, especially children, but

And when it is provided, flour is hardly available through aid (trucks - bershtat) and one day my foot was run over by a truck because of an attack by people and this is because of the lack of flour.

This is all we have. Before the war destroyed our lives, I had just moved to my home in northern Gaza. It was supposed to be a moment of joy, but our happiness was short-lived. On October 7, everything changed. The day started like any other, but soon the sky darkened with smoke, the ground trembled beneath our feet, and the air was filled with the sounds of terrifying explosions. The bombing was continuous, and my family gathered together, praying that we would survive. When the dust settled, nothing was the same. The bombs continued to fall. Every day, my family and I in Gaza wake up to a living nightmare, in a race against time as the war strips us of any sense of peace and normalcy.

My father and mother kept the key to their house in the hope that they would return to it. My father was shocked by the news of the bombing and explosion of our house that held our memories. Here, our dreams of home were displaced and everything was destroyed.

Our lives are in constant danger, and we are desperate to find a way out - a chance to protect my family and rebuild my future safely. But we cannot do it alone. We need your help to escape this nightmare and start over abroad. My profession before and after the war Before the war, I was proud of my work, I studied Hakim at Al-Aqsa University and built a future for myself and my family. I had a thriving career and a home that I worked hard to establish. But everything disappeared during the war. After the war now, everything has disappeared. My work, my tools, and everything I worked for turned into rubble. The war took everything from us, and now my family lives in a tent, and we struggle to survive. We live in fear, trapped in war, everything we had disappeared one day. Our home is destroyed, our community is in ruins, and the constant sounds of explosions remind us that there is no safe place.

My family and I are trapped in Gaza, living in fear and panic as the bombs fall closer and closer. Every night, the walls shake, and we wonder if we can make it until morning. We have lost everything, and we know that our only chance of survival is to escape this war-torn land. But we can’t do it without your help. Please help my family, my friend. The money raised will go directly to cover the costs of my evacuation and that of my family. This includes:

1. Travel expenses – fare, documents, transportation for me and my family.

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My family is made up of 6 people, and we know that we will need $10,000 per person to cover these critical expenses. Why your help matters Can your support make the difference between life and death for my family? Every donation brings us one step closer to leaving the devastation and fear behind, and starting over in a place where we can finally find peace. We cannot do this alone, but through your kindness, we can give our family a chance to live – a chance to rebuild, to dream, and to live without fear. From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for being a part of our journey toward safety and hope. Please help my family escape death and the danger of life. Please help my family.

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