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Helping Ahmed's Family: Escaping War to a New Life

Ahmed and His Family's Journey: Between War and Hope🌷🙏

Amidst the devastating conflict engulfing Gaza,

I, Ahmed Alanqer, aged 34, find myself navigating life alongside my wife, Dina Almnasra, and our four beloved children: Zeina, aged 7, Eileen, aged 6, Yamen, aged 4, and our newborn baby girl born amidst the current chaos of war.

I worked as an accountant in a stable company until the escalating winds of war disrupted my professional life and ravaged our home and goods warehouse. Fleeing northward, we refuge in makeshift tents in Deir al-Balah.

Life is not easy for them, as fears of healthcare shortages and harsh conditions surround them mercilessly.

Mychildren suffer from diseases and long for their previous days and schools, while the harsh realities of living in war unfold in all its severity.

Our daily reality is harsh and unforgiving, surrounded by fears of healthcare shortages and the brutal conditions of displacement. Our children face illnesses and yearn for the stability of their schools and the comfort of their former lives, while the grim realities of war unfold around us."In this brutal conflict, my children have endured unimaginable fear and uncertainty.

Their education has been disrupted for over 9 months, depriving them of the chance to learn and grow as they once dreamed. Gone are the toys and games that once brought them joy, replaced by the stark reality of displacement and constant upheaval," I sadly reflect.

We've experienced repeated displacements, facing increased health risks due to weakened immunity and the challenges of maintaining basic hygiene amidst the chaos of war.

My wishes that they find support and assistance to escape from these difficult situations.

Ahmed's current goal is to get his family out of Gaza to start a new life in safety and peace. The costs of travel make this dream unattainable, as travel costs $5000 for adults and $2500 for each child, in addition to accommodation and travel expenses.

We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure our family's safety.

Together, we can support Ahmed and his family in amount, will have a significant impact on the lives of these children who are looking forward to a new chance to start over amid the harsh realities of war.

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Dear Verification Team,

I hope this message finds you in good health and high spirits.

I writing to you today with a heart filled with deep gratitude. Your exceptional support in verifying my campaign on my old Tumblr account has deeply touched me.

Your unwavering dedication and compassionate spirit have not only validated our cause but have also been a beacon of hope for my family during these challenging times.Your role goes far beyond the technicalities of verification; you embody kindness and solidarity that uplifts and inspires. Your efforts are not just about processes; they are about making a real difference in people's lives, including mine and my family's.

Your support has empowered us to continue our journey with renewed strength and determination.

I humbly ask you to continue walking alongside us as we strive to fulfill our mission. Your steadfast support is not only invaluable but also a source of comfort and motivation as we navigate through uncertainties to secure the well-being of our loved ones.

Thank you sincerely for your remarkable generosity and unwavering commitment. Together, let us continue to pave the way for a future filled with resilience, hope, and endless possibilities.

Warmest regards,🙏👍⚘️

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two different versions as i couldn’t decide which i liked best ! fought w this piece very hard but in decently comfortable w it now!

here is my (very late very sorry many personal issues) marauders with palestine project piece! i had prompt number 88 for @/mommers2014 - regulus black character study!

i wanted to keep it as lighthearted as possible for anon so instead of a written piece i went for a meet the artist style illustration!! i hope u enjoy!!❤️

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This is one of my prompt for the @marauderswithpalestineproject fandom initiative!🍉

I drew Sirius and Reggie as Thor and Loki in that one scene from Ragnarok haha

Prompt #147 submitted by @carlav-blogs : Any pairing/superhero AU

Thank you to everyone who donated and participated!❤️

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Adding your works to the collection (either the general or the anonymous one) IS NOT OPTIONAL

You can find the links to the collections on the message we sent a couple of days ago to the announcements channel, along with detailed posting instructions

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little snippet from my @marauderswithpalestineproject fic!!

I hope you like it @houndsinheaven !! (if you tell me you AO3 username I can gift this work to you)

you can find the whole thing here!!

Less than ten minutes later, there was a tentative knock on the door.

Regulus nodded, still with a look of confusion on his face.

"Come in!" the doctor called, hidden in the back room.

The door opened, letting James in. He smiled upon seeing Regulus, but Regulus's eyes widened in shock.

"Hello, I'm here for Regulus!"

"Hello, give me two seconds, please!"

There was a moment of silence, after which James wanted to speak to Regulus, but Regulus spoke first.

"Doctor!" he called out with a hint of fear in his voice. "I think I might have died!"

Dr. McKinley returned to the room, drying his hands with a paper towel.

"Why do you think that?" he asked, suppressing a laugh at the sight of the two confused men.

"Because I see an angel," Regulus explained, pointing at James standing in the middle of the room. "He just walked through those doors, probably to take me to heaven... Angels don't usually walk the earth visible to everyone. I must have died..." he slurred, still frightened.

James suddenly smiled slightly, having an idea. He exchanged a meaningful look with the dentist and nodded towards Regulus. The doctor nodded back, allowing him to proceed with whatever he had in mind.

James walked slowly to Regulus, who was now sitting up straight in the chair, and pulled up a stool to sit beside him. He carefully reached out towards Regulus, and when Regulus didn't protest, he placed his hand on Regulus's cheek. Regulus, as if hypnotized, stared into James's chocolate-colored eyes.

"Do you think I'm an angel, sweetheart?" he asked in a low voice.

"You have such beautiful eyes..." Regulus's dreamy tone indicated to James that he wasn't really listening.

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My prompt for the @marauderswithpalestineproject !! 🍉🤍

I had prompt #176, "Artwork of Remus and Sirius feeding ducks at a park together (not bread, must be peas)" SO chaotic I loved it jjdshd.

Thank you @houndsinheaven for the donation, I had so much fun making this!! I hope you like what I came up with hahah

(this pic is glazed, but if you want the full resolution just send me a message :D)

Thank you to everyone who donated! 🤍🍉

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My prompt was Wolfstar; Raising Harry; Fluff provided thanks to the donation from @lemonlans - I hope you like it!

Huge thanks to the team behind @marauderswithpalestineproject such a great initiative for an incredibly worthy cause. If you would like to donate to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, you can do so here

Last One to the Gates

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

 

Dear Mr Potter, 

We are pleased to inform you that you have been offered a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term starts on Sunday 1st September; your seat for the Hogwarts Express will be reserved once we have confirmation of your attendance. Lessons will begin on Monday 2nd September. 

We would also like to invite you and your family to visit Hogwarts on Friday 16th August for our new Family Fun and Magical Mingling Day. This will be a chance for potential new pupils to familiarise themselves with the grounds, afford you all the opportunity to socialise with your peers before the Sorting on September 1st and ask existing pupils about their experience here at Hogwarts. It is the hope of all Hogwarts staff that this event will not only strengthen ties between Wix and Muggle families, but also between houses at Hogwarts.

Please complete the slip below to confirm your attendance. Confirmation will trigger a secondary letter containing your list of books and equipment for the school year. 

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

 

 

“Papa! Dad!”

Sirius looked up from his copy of The Daily Prophet, immediately discarding it on the kitchen table at Harry’s frantic cry. He turned around on his chair, ready to leap in the direction of Harry’s voice. “Harry?”

“Papa!” Harry’s voice carried from just outside the kitchen, the high timbre of it echoing in the vast hallway of Potter Manor. Moments later, Harry - already tall for his age but still soft around the edges - ran into the kitchen. “Where’s Dad?” 

Before Sirius had a chance to answer, Remus appeared in the doorway, hands muddy and damp grass-stains on his knees. “I’m here. Are you okay? What’s happened?”

Worry, twinned with Sirius’ own, was etched over Remus’ face and Sirius turned back to Harry, eyes scanning over his body to check for visible injuries. He could see none, and with the visual reassurance came a little clarity. Not only was Harry unharmed, but his eyes sparkled in a way that was far more exhilaration than alarm. 

“It’s here! My letter for Hogwarts! It’s arrived!”

Sirius pushed himself up from the table, immediately enveloping Harry in a hug. Remus joined them, squashing Harry’s other side, his arms coming to wrap around Harry and Sirius both.

“Harry sandwich!” Remus said, rocking them all from side to side.

“Da-ad!” Harry complained, though, looking down, Sirius caught the pleased smile tucked alongside his pre-teen eye roll.

Sirius pulled away, stepping back to sit in his chair again, beckoning Harry to join him on the chair next to him. Remus sat on Sirius’ other side at the head of the table and flicked his wand at the kettle, setting it to the stove. Sirius gave him a grateful smile. 

“So come on then, Scamp, let’s see your letter!”

Harry slapped it on the table so both Sirius and Remus could see, the two of them bending over slightly to read it.

“Look at all that crap under Albus’ name,” Sirius scoffed under his breath, shaking his head a little.

Remus smirked. “Now, now, Sirius,” he replied in equally muted tones, though Sirius could hear the amusement in it. 

“Well, it’s true isn’t it? Only a right cu-”

“Ahem.”

"Only a complete prat would put all that under their name on a school letter," Sirius paused, then added "spoilsport" with his own smirk at Remus. Focussing back on the letter, Sirius glanced to the bottom. “McGee is deputy now, look. Sounds about right, she always was a fierce one.”

“Come now, Padfoot. Of all of us, she was least fierce with you.”

“What’s a McGee?”

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little snippet of one of the rosekiller fics i'm working on for the @marauderswithpalestineproject (it's a lovely project and if i remember correctly donations are still open for it until the 31st): anything fluffy is hard as hell for me but we push through. anyways i think that barty is an absolute smartass especially when it comes to pronunciation and whatnot.

“The navy one,” Barty says again, and this time Evan haphazardly throws the white towel back on its shelf, retrieving the darker cloth. Having voiced his demands already, Barty averts his eye from the crumpled material in the corner of the ledge until he hears the telltale sound of the crappy IKEA cabinet clicking closed. It only takes a moment longer before Evan has returned from the sink with a damp towel.

Evan hovers before him, waiting until Barty says it’s okay to touch, the tapping of his fingers on his side revealing an impatience that his expression lacks. “Why did we get all of our furniture from Ingvar Kamprad Elmtaryd Agunnaryd,” he mentions. Then, softer: “Be gentle, start with my lip.”

“Nothing is wrong with saying IKEA,” Evan muses as he dabs at Barty’s lip, blood greying out the deep blue fibre. 

Barty frowns, receiving a glare as warning in return. “IKEA isn’t proper pronunciation,” he explains, ignoring the way Evan looks at him as Barty disrupts his work. “Really, it should be said I-K-E-A, if you want to shorten it.”

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Thanks to you, we surpassed our goal AGAIN, and together we have raised a little over 2.5k for the PCRF!

Now, two of our favorite girls insisted we keep donations open for those who still want to donate and submit a few prompts, and of course we couldn't say no, so we'll be accepting donations and prompts until May 31st!

You can donate here and send your prompts here, but don't forget to read the donation guidelines very carefully.

Remember the humanitarian crisis in Palestine has reached a very grave point, but if we work together we can make a difference. Don't forget every dollar counts!🥹

art by @industrations

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I started a my fic for @marauderswithpalestineproject today and I'm already crying about Jegulus, like why did I have to choose a hurt/comfort interpretation of my prompt?? Why did I do this to myself? The angsty bits are not even that bad all things considered

Just,,, *sob* them

Anywho, because I can't stop myself, here's a snippet it some if the sillier bits:

Regulus had expected bumps in the road when moving in with James, like how James had thought putting all his books up onto the shelves in a random order had been anywhere close to a help. Randomly? Who does that? Oh no, mister ‘why sort by last name and not the title’ hadn’t even considered genre, going as far as blending together non-fiction and fiction haphazardly. But it was fine, Regulus could live with it. Books could be resorted. James made him tea as he did so, staying far away from the towering stacks of special editions. He even offered a sheepish smile, as Regulus glared at him from where he was sitting crisscrossed on floor, meticulously sorting.

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wip (it out!)

share whatever project you're working on right now, except 'project' is incredibly open ended. it could be fic, original writing, playlists, art, crafts, whatever it is you're doing!

thanks @ecstarry for the tag <3 a lil snip from my @marauderswithpalestineproject fic

Sirius doesn’t think he’s ever been as nervous for a date as he is right now, standing in the shade beneath the awning of the cafe Remus had suggested they meet at. It’s hot out even being the morning, and Sirius’ nervous pacing isn’t helping the matter. Time seems to be moving at snail pace, barely passing each time he checks his watch; 9:57, 9:59, 10:00, 10:01, 10:02, 10:04. It crosses his mind that they hadn’t exactly spoken about what either of them look like so he doesn’t know who exactly he’s looking out for, but he’s certain that he’ll just know, like some piece of him he didn’t know he was missing will slot right back in.

tagging @spillthebea @lightningrogers @lexithwrites @steveahoi & @my-castles-crumbling <3

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✨Six Sentence Sunday✨

Hello! I am in a dangerous state of being absolutely steaming and on a train and trying to write fanfic on my phone! I haven’t posted much this month so here is a little snippet from the start of my @marauderswithpalestineproject fic. I haven’t written much Jegulus before but I’m having so much fun with it!

Regulus keeps his eyes fixed on the road stretching out ahead of them. James is behind him, he can feel his gaze burning into the back of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, James subtly tries to get his attention in the rear-view mirror without alerting Sirius or Remus, but Regulus keeps his gaze locked firmly on the road markings and the Arizona desert in front of them.

His phone vibrates in his lap and Regulus glances down for just long enough to read the messages that pop up on his lock screen.

James Potter (1 minute ago) Hey, can we talk? James Potter (Now) You can’t pretend this didn’t happen.

He scowls at his phone before making a show of turning it off and shoving it in the glove compartment.

“You alright there?” Remus asks, mild concern furrowed in his brow as he glances over to the passenger seat.

“Just work,” Regulus mutters, “I’ll get back to them later.”

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Saturday Snippit

So many people have tagged me in wonderful snippits lately! Thank you to @fruityindividual, @lynxindisguise, @quillkiller, @pupmotif, @messrsage,

@hiddenmoonbeam, @squintclover, @emjayeingray, @imsiriuslyreading, @sommerregenjuniluft and anyone else I may have missed!!!

To be honest I haven't really been writing much, but I've been working on my fic for the @marauderswithpalestineproject and I feel pretty good about it so far! My prompt was university, remus and sirius get paired for a project and obviously remus ends up doing the whole project but he doesn’t care bc he’s had a fat crush the whole semester:

Remus opens his notebook to grab a piece of paper for Sirius to write his number on, and immediately turns a shade of crimson never before seen by the human eye—at the top of the page in bright purple pen is MR REMUS BLACK. Panicking, he rips it out and shoves it in his mouth. Sirius watches the proceedings with a mix of shock and amusement—and something else Remus can’t place underneath. “Uh…What’s that you’ve got there, Remus?” “Nrthringk.” he mumbles. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Remus is either going to have to swallow the paper or spit it out. He isn’t sure which is more mortifying. He starts to chew. Sirius snorts, hiding a smile behind his hand as he reaches out to grab the notebook Remus wordlessly passes to him with the other. Remus watches him scribble what he presumes is his phone number, before closing it and handing it back. “Well, I can honestly say that this has been an absolute delight, but I’ve gotta go—I told James I’d help him with some French homework. I promise to never speak of this again if you promise to help me pass this class?” Remus nods vigorously, relieved, “Mhrmrm.”  Sirius smirks at him, waving as he turns to head out of the classroom, “Perfect. Night, Remus.”  As soon as he saunters into the hall, Remus runs over to the waste bin at the front of the room, gagging as he spits out the now pulped paper.  He takes a long pull from his Nalgene, swirling the water in his mouth in an attempt to rinse out the embarrassment along with the taste of ink. He’s about to finally leave when he thinks to open the notebook to check if The Sirius Black actually gave him his number. He thumbs through the pages and chokes when he sees it. Written in Sirius’ looping, elegant script is, 555-574-4741 MR SIRIUS LUPIN.

np tagging: @kaleidoscopexsighs, @moon-seas, @colgatebluemintygel, @brigid-faye and anyone else who wants to share!! Tag me if you do <3

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WIP (it out)

share whatever project you're working on right now, except 'project' is incredibly open ended. It could be fic, original writing, playlists, art, crafts, whatever it is you're doing!

ty for the tags @babblingflowers & @lynxindisguise <3 I'm working on two projects right now, but here is something from the @marauderswithpalestineproject:

Remus is suddenly sweating—not just because the library aircon seems to be broken, or because he has an eleven page paper that's due next week that he's pretty sure he’s getting zero help on. He's sweating because Sirius keeps looking at him like that—smirking at him from under his eyelashes, a feral spark to his eye like he's starving and Remus is a particularly appealing meal. He’s sweating because this gorgeous, frustrating man has just offered to suck him off in the middle of the library and he can’t think of a single reason to say no. He should be able to think of a reason to say no. He’s not gonna say no. “Uh, yes please.” Sirius barks a laugh, “Did you just say yes please to my offer to suck you off?” “....correct?” “Oh, you’re ridiculous. I’m going to wreck you.”

np tagging: @squintclover, @moon-seas, @kaleidoscopexsighs, @fruityindividual, @fxreflyes,

@polaroidcats, @imsiriuslyreading, @quillkiller, @wanderingdonut & @sommerregenjuniluft