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That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil. (Arcane | 2x06)
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you don't need me to explain to you how stressful midterms can be, so i won't. but i will ask you to imagine the stress of it all, with the added knowledge that even with all the preparations you can make, all the studying and revising you can go through, you can be prevented from taking the exam altogether.
MAHMOUD HAS SIX DAYS TO PAY HIS FEES OF $800 OR ELSE HE WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT FOR HIS MIDTERMS REMOTELY. HE WON'T PASS THIS SEMESTER!
my friend mahmoud @ma7moudgaza2 is a very diligent student. even with all the pressure on his shoulders to keep himself and his family afloat, and surviving the daily horrors of genocide in gaza, he's constantly trying to focus on his studies.
sometimes when i'm studying and i'm stressed i receive a message or voice note from him and it dawns on me how it must feel. if i am so nervous here from the safety of my home, how awful it must be for gazan students.
can't we take a small percentage of this stress of a fellow students' shoulder?
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Hello,,
My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.
Beloved of my heart (Bakr)
Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.
My House before...
Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..
The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.
Our beautiful memories.. :(
We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.
Baker used to play with his dog.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
With deepest gratitude,
Ashraf & the Family
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Dogs have had many jobs throughout history, in this case: Revenge.
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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
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Posting this everywhere til im not obsessed with it anymore
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Palestinian girls and women are forced to use tents as pads. People boost. Donate if you can
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forgive me lord for I have imagined a life far more soft and tender than the one you created for me
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They really should teach people how to cook in school.
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thinking about the people who vanished without a trace. The mutual who reblogged something as usual and never came back online. The friend on discord who just disappeared, and when you go to check on them their account is deleted and theres no other way to contact them
I look out of my window and hope you are okay, I wish you well and Im sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.
I hope we meet again someday but until then. Stay safe. Stay alive. Be well.
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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
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Dropping this here for anyone who may not already know about it. paywallreader.com
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