A Cry For Help From Gaza

A cry for help from Gaza

My name is Salem, I am 26 years old. I am married to Hadeel, she is 25 years old, and we have two beautiful children: Laila (5 years old) and Bakr (five months old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

Laila and Bakr are my heartbeat, the light of my life, and my everything.

The horrific story of the recent war in Gaza

Since the beginning of the last war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us to be displaced. We had to move more than 10 times to find safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced extreme hunger and malnutrition that almost claimed the lives of me and my children. In addition, we have been exposed to many serious infectious diseases and epidemics.

Before: This is our homeland, our dream, and our promising future.

Unbearable hardships

Every day I have to travel long distances just to get water, and stand in lines for hours to get food. My children's mental health deteriorated due to the war, their education was interrupted, and they suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our house, built with our sweat and effort, and it was completely destroyed.

The right to a peaceful life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free of fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your help means the world to me and my children.

The cost of arranging travel for an adult outside Gaza currently varies

Between $5,000 and $7,000, and $2,500 for each child, in addition to a cost of living of $500 per month.

How can you help?

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed

Laila: My beloved, the closest to my heart, and my little one.

Bakr: My child who came during this horrific war.

Donate now and help us get to safety

May God reward you greatly for your generosity.

Background on the Gaza war

The war in Gaza has left hundreds of thousands of victims, destroyed infrastructure, and left many homeless. The humanitarian situation in the region has reached critical levels, with severe shortages of basic necessities such as food, water and health care. Children are the most affected, as they have lost their sense of security, education and normal life.

Your support is our hope

Your donation is the light that can guide us towards a better future. Don't miss the chance to be part of a story that saves a family suffering from unimaginable hardships.

Donate now and make hope possible

Thank you for your support and kindness.

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My gratitude

Salem and family

YEAH UM BIG BIG PAUSE-

this nanami figure??!!!!

“I WANNA GET CLOSER…”

(Inspired by the song by Isabel larosa.)

Prompt- another sukuna x reader fic- kinda angsty maybe smut but idk. Let’s see what my mind comes up with today!❤️

“Princess, come over here.”

Your eyebrow quirks up in question, you and yujis older brother, sukuna, have been friends for a few years now, slowly getting closer and melting his icy cold exterior. He has a soft spot for you even if you don’t think so.

“Princess? That’s a new one.” You say, striding over to him with a small smile on your face, looking at him, a smirk on his.

He flashes a toothy smile at you and pulls you closer, showing you something on his phone- and it’s one of your reposts on TikTok. Oops.

“When he picks you up when he hugs you?” He asks you, reading out the subtitle in the video.

“Mhm, what about it?”

“Who’s he.”

“Um- my friend.” You stutter out, unsure of what to say.

“Uh huh, which one?” He tuts, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Wait is he jealous?

“Levi- anyway are you jealous?” You ask him, a smirk on your lips and eyes narrowing suspiciously at him.

“No why would I be jealous?” He says defensively, fighting back the blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not brat. I’m frustrated that you can’t read the signs.” He says, stepping closer to you, tilting your chin up to look up at him, lazily tracing your jawline.

“What?”

“Don’t be coy. You know what I mean.” He whispers low in your ear, pulling you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips.

You go quiet, realizing what he means. He likes you, but like that.

Thank god.

“You’ve had no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Your lips crash onto his, muffling his response, and instead of pushing you away or freezing up, he pulls you closer.

His hand trails up your side, meeting the base of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back so he can have easier access to your neck, peppering kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

Maybe you could get used to this…

I really enjoy reading, you are very good, thank you for showing us your talent.

Thank you bookie 😘😘

Hello, I really liked your fate story of Cuu Lancer. Can I ask for another one from cuu worried lancer x strong and reckless teacher please ah yes with romance please

Sure pookie😘

“Little lady”

Prompt- Cú’s your servant in the war- and your his master, your headstrong and ambitious demeanor can sometimes worry him, so he feels like he always has to keep an eye out for you so you don’t get into trouble, but he’s not complaining- especially when it comes to you. 😘

Warnings- none really, just fluff and a lil suggestiveness. 🩵💙

You were in the kitchen attempting to make food- but it was a little hard because of your wrist. After the battle with caster, you and Lancer came out mostly unscathed, spare for your wrist. It was just sprained, but still it irritated you.

And your insistent flirty lancer servant won’t drop the subject. 🤭

“C’mon little lady, just relax on the couch and maybe I can make you feel any better?” He asks you, creeping up on you from behind and carefully guiding your injured wrist to the seasoning cabinet.

“Cú, I’m fine.” You huff out, annoyed with him. But secretly you love when he’s concerned for you. It’s so cute.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, backing off of you and leaning against the counter, his hands resting on the edge of it

“Oh c’mon pretty lady- you aren’t usually this feisty.” He says with a cocky smirk, making you roll your eyes and suppress a grin from forming on your face. His smile really is infectious. And it’s annoying.

“It’s because of my wrist. Look,” you pause, holding up your sprained wrist, resting in a makeshift sling. “Now I look like a gay person.” You relax your wrist and let it drop.

“See?” You ask him, holding up your hand,

He narrows his eyes playfully at you, mischief glinting in those red eyes of his.

“Hm, so maybe you need more help.” He smirks down at you, gently moving you to the side and helping you make your lunch, despite your protests.

“Stop pretending you don’t like my attention, you clearly do. And I like haven’t a pretty lady like you as my master, so sit there and look pretty, ‘Kay?” He says, more an order than a question.

“-Uh!” You say surprised- looking at him, not expecting the compliment, you obliged nonetheless and sit down on the big kitchen counter next to him.

“Oh? Now you’re moving closer huh?” He whispers in your ear, making you blush furiously and you poke his head away and point at the stove where he’s currently cooking for you.

“Yep. Wanted to make sure you’re doing it right.” You quip, coming out more sarcastically than intended.

“I can do a lot of other things right, especially activities involving a bed.” He winks at you, teasing you.

This damn man.

“Keep dreaming lover boy.”

next time you think you'll "just have a little bit" remember that processed foods are engineered to *create* cravings, not to satisfy them