Save My Family From The Devastation Of War

Save my family from the devastation of war

Hello

Iam Jihad Nasser, a 34-year-old aluminum technician who took great pride in his work and his family. Jihad was deeply content with his beautiful family: his wife Ghada and their three children—Nasser, who was 6 years old, Jana, who was 10 years old, and Mohammad, who was just 2

Before the war, Jihad enjoyed a peaceful and stable life. His days were filled with work and joy, and his home was a place of hope and happiness. Each day was a new opportunity to achieve his dreams and provide security for his family. His home was filled with cherished memories and big dreams.

But then, the war arrived suddenly, opening doors to pain and fear. Bombs destroyed everything Jihad held dear—he lost his job, his workplace was wrecked, and his home, once a safe haven, was reduced to ruins. Everything turned to ashes in moments, and Jihad found himself facing a new reality full of devastation and despair.

With no choice but to flee in search of safety for his family, Jihad embarked on a difficult journey. They wandered through war-torn areas, looking for a safe place, but hope was scarce. They saw destruction in every corner, and the faces of people reflected the harshness of the times.

Amidst this darkness, Jihad clung to a small hope in his heart—the hope of finding a place that could offer his family some degree of safety and peace. Each day was a new struggle, as he fought to secure food and a place to sleep, but hope never left him.

Jihad knows that any help, no matter how small, could make the difference between life and death. Thus, he appeals to anyone who can offer assistance to his family, not just to meet their basic needs but also to help rebuild his lost dream and give his family a chance to live with dignity.

His story reminds us that behind every number and image in war news, there is a real person trying to survive and live in peace. With every helping hand extended, we can restore hope and build a better future.

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we're not going to do that

someone should rip all of my organs out and kill me painfully methinks

oh god what did i do

IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

so…….i found this chart

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

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