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🇵🇸Help me family🙏😭
Hello there!
I'm a little girl with 11 years old with two more little brothers 9 years old and 5 years old and our parents which my father works painter but no job for him because he got injured at the begin of the war beside there's no work for painters during the war anyway, the financial situation of my family have reached to minus which coused problems enough to make parents about to be apart and get divorce and i know this will be like ending us, specially the poor families lives on the edges of the side zones which no water almost and no any services or support, or even medical care, things more crazy than the words actually...
https://gofund.me/3b401079
Someone told me about this site and told me it can help same time i was shy but once the divorce is up between my parents i just rushed to do this, and i hope it's a right discission, thanks for your supporting, in case we got killed during the war i inform who helps me in this to post it here and freeze the account and spread what is left on the poor people like us, maybe they get the chance to have better life or just leave Palestine to better place.
Thanks everyone
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the crisp autumn evening air brushed against your skin as you fiddled with a loose thread on your sleeve. you sat beside jaehyun on the park bench, watching the last hints of sunlight dip below the horizon. even though your parents had hosted jaehyun's family countless times before, this evening felt different — it was the first dinner with both families since you’d become husband and wife.
jaehyun seemed to notice your nerves. he shifted closer, slipping his hand into yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “still feeling nervous, honey?” he asked, his voice warm and steady, contrasting the brisk air around the both of you.
“just a little,” you admitted, trying to laugh it off. “it’s silly, i know, it’s just our families, but… tonight feels unusually special, you know?”
he chuckled softly, tracing slow circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “yeah, i know what you mean. it is a new chapter, for us, and them too, even though we’ve known each other forever.”
you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “remember when we used to talk about this? back when we were kids, wondering what it’d be like if we actually got married someday?” he laughed, low and comforting. “feels like yesterday, we thought getting married would make us all serious and grown-up… but here we are, still sneaking out to the park like kids.”
“some things never change,” you said, smiling up at him. he smirked, nudging you. “and yet, some things really have.” he lifted your hands slightly, tapping your ring finger with a soft smile. “we’re actually married.” you stifle a giggle, “still feels unreal sometimes,” you admitted, your smile softening. “but in a good way.” he brought your hand up to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. “same here,” he said with a small smile. “but you know what? no matter how new this feels, it’s still just you and me, the same as always.”
his words calmed you, his familiar warmth bringing you back to yourself. “yeah. we didn’t magically change overnight.” you laughed a little. “i guess i just want it all to feel right.”
“it already does,” he replied confidently, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. “plus, i bet our families are just as excited, and nervous, as we are.”
“thanks for reminding me,” you murmured, grateful for his steadying presence. “always,” he replied, his voice light with a playful grin. “now, let’s go to our very first family dinner as mr. and mrs. jeong.”
you laughed, nudging him. “you know i’m still ‘Mrs. l/n jeong,’ right? i kept both names, remember?” he grinned, dimples poking out with a hint of pride in his eyes. “i know, and i love that. it feels like the best of both of us.” you felt your cheeks burn up, smiling as his words settled in. “exactly what i hoped for.”
leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment as you closed your eyes, enjoying the quiet warmth. when he pulled back, he gave your hand a gentle tug. “come on, mrs l/n jeong. our families are waiting, and they’re going to be wondering where we ran off to.”
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Hello👋
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
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…..my pussy felt something
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MARK LEE / POISON @ TDS3 IN ROTTERDAM (241030)
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2024 is officially the worst year for nct, with kfans being upset that dream isn’t promoting in Korea when their literally on tour, jeno, haechan, and mark having to apologize because no one can ever be grateful, wishies still getting hate till this day by their own fans!?!? yangyang getting attacked by toxic moas for literally doing his job….
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