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Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

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Dear Humanity, I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my… Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

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Donate to Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR, organized by Ahmed Alshawish

Dear Humanity, I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my… Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

if i am sad y’all should be sad

jay fucking ferin guys:

jay grew up in the prestigious ferin family, grew up with a purpose, a future planned out for her and a family where love was given.

then, her sister died. her family shattered, her future suddenly pushed in a completely different direction. love was no longer given but earnt, swords replaced hugs and the only way to even summon her fathers attention.

jay had grown up in the prestigious ferin family until the glue that held them together had been riddled with bullets. jay hid away from her bows and arrows, staying safe amongst the birds and patrons of her mothers tavern.

then a boy stumbled in, dressed in tattered clothes and a small layer of sea salt. he was the answer her father had been begging for and finally she could be part of the prestigious ferin family. she snuck away with him into the light, the ghost of her sister following close behind.

on the open seas, she was no longer part of the prestigious ferin family. she was simply jay, the best shot and a co captain of the riptide pirates. this was not the purpose she was given, these were not the evil she had been trained to kill.

who was she outside of the ferin family, she had a purpose without her fathers permission and even the ghost of her sister seemed at peace

(i don’t write a lot of jay ferin, but i want to so lol give me your thoughts)

Please for the love of god DO NOT think about Jay Ferin when she first realises that she loves her fellow crew members

And how she cries herself to sleep because she knows that the second they find out that she had planned to betray them to the navy, they'll hate her

And how she remembers how Gillion reacted to Chip's lies, and how he held the blade to Chip's neck

And how she thinks about Chip watching from the side in disgust as Gillion levels blow after blow at her in his honour

And how she slowly realises she can never be honest with the people she loves most

I don't think anyone was prepared for what Tubbo was about to drop when he said "You guys want a meme song?" let alone what came after it, that transition was CRAZY

Tubbo's DJ sets are so much fun 🎶

i love you in the same way (there’s a chapel in a hospital)

wcbah verse more charlie here

based off the prompt; — “so, uh… how’d your date go?” wcbah verse (but not required reading)

TW : mention of past abuse, mention of injury/scars from abuse, cursing, idiots in love

the door slams and charlie winces.

he can’t help it. scrambles to sit up on the couch, pull the blanket tighter over himself as he grabs handfuls of the blanket until his hands turn white-

“Hey,” He calls gently, feeling dumb for the way anxiety bubbles and eats at his belly, “In the front room.”

It's your house he's in, but it might as well be both of yours, the way you both spend so much time at one another's house. Besides, charlie would rather die than tell his father you're on a date and hear about it, and besides, he smelled how much liquor he had today-pass all along

He hears your shoes hit the wall and you’re slowly passing through rooms, your hand in the air as you let down your hair you spent an hour getting just right.

And you’re just as beautiful as charlie remembers.

That much time hasn’t passed, and he sees you everyday, but fuck-even with your make up a mess from the date, and the clothes are old and worn with age-he still thinks you look beautiful

He knew it was bound to happen.

When summer came and the tourists came with it, the people who could afford boats and jet skis and the incredibly high grocery prices you could never dream of, came people, and charlie knew they would be out of their mind to not think the world of you. He does; why wouldn't they?

He remembers the day clearly:

charlie spends his days in the hot summer sun, the sun beating on his back against old scars that linger and loop and curve into one another, the sun burns against them, makes them angry all over again and if he closes his eyes, really slams them shut, he can think of the nights he got them all over again

charlie tries to not think about it.

Instead, he throws his time and thoughts into work; Ms.Anderson needs her sea wall redone, and Mr.Burns wants stairs on his porch redone, Mr.Reyes wants the seaweed raked-he spends his time in the water, his old pants that he's constantly pulling up rolled to his knees, his shirt long discarded and thrown onto the yard

He's humming to himself, thinking of you, of coming over after he's done with the chores, throwing the shirt over the laundry line and flopping onto the porch in the old chairs that creek and groan with age and spending the rest of the night with you

"charlie!"

He jumps, hearing his name. it's a habit, more than anything, the fight or flight still hasn't left, even when he turns around and it's you, his eyes are wide and he looks panicked, even if his voice doesn't say it

"Hey sunshine,” he leans against the rake, playing it cool, trying to not think about the seaweed that's up to his waist, "Missed you."

You're giggling, and smiling, which isn't weird necessarily, charlie has always called you a ray of sunshine, as he slowly wades over in the water to the seawall, where his hand spots you out of instinct as you sit on the edge, let your toes dangle in the water: "Guess what."

"Hm," He smiles, all his weight against the rake, a smirk on his lips, "You won the lottery."

You huff, dipping your toe into the water just to throw it out so he's lightly splashed: "charlie, be serious."

Finally, he laughs with ease: "Alright, alright. Fine. Let's see-you fixed the light in your house."

You huff, "I forgot how bad at guessing games you are," you tease, "I'll tell you."

You're all but squealing, and while it's nice to see you excited and happy-seeing you all of the above and in one piece is unheard of

His hand rests on your knee, "Go on, sunshine."

You giggle, "You remember James, right?"

charlie has to stop himself from letting you see his eyes narrow, "James from two houses down?"

You nod frantically, "Yeah! Okay so-I brought over their laundry and it was just James there, right?"

"Yeah?" charlie says slowly, holds in the part of him that wants to say: If he hurt you-if he laid one finger on you, moved one piece of hair-i'll kill him, i swear i will- charlie knows he's not much of a threat, ask him father, but this is you, and that's different.

"He asked me out!" You squeal, "He wants to go to the Commander on Friday."

Immediately, your face drops when you see he isn't excited, isn't jumping around with you-

"baby-"

charlie chooses his words carefully. He's a dick? he considers, decides against it, Isn't for people like us? What if it's a joke? let me protect you-

"charlie, you are such a dick." You huff, carefully getting off the wall, "Fuck, I'm so stupid, thinking you'd be excited for me."

"Sorry I didn't immediately jump up and down, sunshine." charlie huffs, his chest is hot and he feels like his father's son immediately, "He seems like an asshole. Maybe you two are made for each other-"

"Fuck you." You say one more time, your finger jamming in the air, "Fuck you."

Days pass.

It's weird, not seeing charlie everyday, going out of your way to avoid him when you're getting mail, or when you have work around the house to do-not having your best friend to talk about your anxieties about it with, about every thought

it's thursday and the anger you had in your chest at charlie has subsided, leaving a charlie sized shape there now instead. You're gathering up your shoes, tired and ready to apologize and about to throw open the door when charlie stands on the other end, his fist raised in the air, ready to knock

"charlie."

"sunshine."

It's said at the same time, and you both know, just like that, it's all forgotten and forgiven.

"Are those from my garden?"

charlie holds a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, a death grip on them. You insisted he make a space in his yard for a garden, make the house more of a home-and he obeyed, kept it up after all this time.

"They're apology marigolds," he laughs at the small bouquet, turns them over in his hand, "For being a dick."

He spends the night the night before, in your twin sized mattress, his feet hanging over the end, his forearm or chest your pillow-and you're thankful for his presence, makes the anxiety that gnaws as you hear a car on the gravel pull up, honk twice.

charlie hides the grimace at him not even coming to the door, being a dick, as he expected but he doesn't let his face show it, his hand under your jaw:

"Be safe," he says gently, his voice is low and gravely, like it's a secret between you two, "I love you."

He leans in, his hand goes to behind your head as he pulls you in, kisses the top of your forehead and watches as you run out.

He's back to now as you come into the house, using one hand to take the earrings out of your ear.

"So," charlie pushes as he sits up straighter, "Tell me about it."

You sigh, flop into his lap like when you were little and he was going through the growing pains; you swore you woke up one day and he was no longer the tiny guy you knew last night, is tall and lanky like he's learning to walk for the first time-

immediately, his hands wrap around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, what he'll insist is the most comfortable spot in the house-not the chair on the porch that hits the sun just right, or the old rocking chair upstairs-right here.

"You know it kills me to say this," you say gently, your head against his chest, the other plays with his hair gently, grabbing the curls and running your hands through them, "But you were right. James is a dick.I ended the date early; said I wasn't feeling well."

charlie bites his tongue, to stop from saying what he's thinking which is: this is the one time i don't want to be right, darling.

Instead he sighs, the pad of his thumb gently rolls over your face, the freckles he has memorized, "I'm sorry it didn't work out, honey."

You shrug, "They'll be other dates, right? With different people."

He nods, resists the urge to say the obvious, to let it be him: "that's right." He lands a messy kiss to your head.

"Get changed," he throws his chin at your kitchen table, where some of his old pajamas, some old pants and a shirt from his high school band days folded carefully, "I got us some ice cream. You're just in time for the show."

You snort as you stand, but obey and grab the clothes, can already smell him on it- "What show?"

He smirks, looks at the mirror that overlooks the small lake as the sun slowly sets, "Stars will be out soon. Wouldn't miss it without you."

You hesitate, theres nothing else to say, before you pad gently to him, pull him close and kiss his forehead as you pad to the bathroom.

He waits until you are gone for his hand to gently rest where your lips touched, his face bright red.