That Feeling When The Hot Courtesan You Bought At The Red Light District Is Actually Your Gay Rival In

that feeling when the hot courtesan you bought at the red light district is actually your gay rival in disguise

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Hi, I’m Rama, 11 years old, and I’m writing from the heart of Gaza, a place that has become synonymous with resilience and strength in the face of unimaginable challenges. Our story is one of survival, loss and an urgent call for help.

For the past few weeks, my family of 7 and I have lived in the shadows of fear and uncertainty as Gaza endures relentless and devastating bombardment. Once vibrant streets are now filled with echoes of pain, and our homes have become the frontlines of a conflict that claims the lives of our family members, friends and colleagues on a daily basis.

On October 7, our lives were shattered. The Israeli military ordered us to evacuate our homes in the Gaza Strip. In a desperate attempt to survive, we packed up our remaining possessions and evacuated elsewhere, hoping the worst was over. We did not know that this was just the beginning. At the moment our house was bombed and my sister was martyred, our tears were streaming and the shock accompanied us. We said goodbye to my sister who was under the rubble of our house. I cried as I looked at my house, where I had only spent a short time. I left my house looking at it and it was my last look. The occupation demolished our house and with it our dreams and our lives. We lost my sister.

Now, as the situation escalates, we find ourselves facing an unimaginable choice: evacuate for the second time or risk becoming victims of the aggression. Every evacuation brings us face to face with the harsh reality that we may not survive the next bombing.

We suffer from hunger, fear, and a lack of medical and health capabilities. My father cannot provide the simplest things such as food and clothes. We have nothing. We have no electricity, clean water, or internet since the beginning of the Israeli aggression, not to mention the challenges we women and our children face in these circumstances.

We haven’t had a drop of clean water for over 260 days, and it’s getting worse in this cold winter. Right now, my family and I are trying to survive, and I can’t stand hunger and death. I just want safety, and there is no safety in Gaza. We are forced to leave the country under these harsh conditions of displacement, killing and starvation. This is my picture from above the rubble of my home, and the sounds of the shells are still in my mind. I don’t want to lose another member of my family in these violent massacres, intentional or unintentional, as a result of the barbaric aggression. But it is difficult for me, and getting out of Gaza to save my family is my goal, and keeping them alive requires a lot of money that we don’t have. I started this campaign while trying to get out of Gaza with my family through the Egyptian border, and if that fails, I will use this money to support my family and try to rebuild and compensate for the losses we have suffered. Here we turn to you, our global community, for help and a glimmer of hope. We are launching a GoFundMe campaign to raise the money that will allow us to leave the heartbreaking aggression that has devastated Gaza. Our goal is to provide the means to move to a safer place, away from the immediate dangers that surround us.

Your support means more than just financial assistance; it demonstrates solidarity, compassion, and a shared commitment to preserving human life. Together, we can make a difference and give my family a chance to rebuild our lives and dreams.

Every donation, no matter how small, will help us on our journey to safety. Share our story, amplify our appeal, and stand with us as we navigate the darkest days of our lives.

Thank you for being a beacon of hope in our darkest hours.

With gratitude,

Rama

https://gofund.me/8ff2ce23

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