My nephew Adam and Zeina: Childhood Resilience Amid the Rubble
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A photo from memories, captured in May 2023.
He is our hero. He is a doctor. Before this ongoing genocide, he worked at Al-Shifa Hospital. He is a wonderful plastic surgeon, loves his work and is committed to it, to help people and relieve their pain.
When We were forced to be displaced to Al-Shifa Hospital at the beginning of the war, he was still committed to his work. He worked nonstop for 40 days, besides caring for his family, especially in these difficult times!
But unfortunately the occupation stormed and burned the hospital after We were forced to evacuate , raising white flags. We could not carry anything, just our souls. We fled to the south on foot. He carried his two children in his arms, and walked long distances for many kilometers during the afternoon among tanks and heavily armed soldiers, and even among decomposing corpses!
Finally, we reached the UNRWA school at Khan Yunis. He started working in Nasser Hospital, which the occupation also stormed and destroyed! Even when we were displaced, he was working.
All that happened did not stop him from performing his lofty job as a doctor. He has now returned to work in MOH hospitals to carry out operations of debridement and grafting of needy injured people, but he is alone, we are far from him.
He decided to protect us and made a decision to refuge in Egypt to be survived. While he stayed in Rafah before the beginning of the military operation there. Then he was forced to be displaced to Deir Al-Balah.
Every morning he goes to work at Nasser Hospital in Khan Yunis and returns to his tent in Deir Al- Balah in the evening all week.
Is this what we and he deserve?
We stay away from our hero and torn our family. While at the same time, he is putting himself in danger while saving innocent lives!
For your information, his profession is considered more dangerous than ever before, due to the occupationโs systematic policy of targeting hospitals and medical staff!
All the day, we are worried about him. May Allah save him. Moreover, there is no safe place.
We hope to reunite again, we want each other, we want our home and our dreams!
We need your help and support to meet our father again, reunite our family and rebuild our lives. Little matters! Your little means a lot to us.
Please, donate or reblog this with others.
This was not our only tragic story in this genocide, every day was a struggle for survival!
Thanks!
Me and my small family (old mother, wife and little daughter) are trying to survive the blockade and the bombs.
This is not an evacuation fundraiser but rather a fund to pay for basic goods such as water, which has quadrupled in price since October, and food, which is being sold at exhorbitant prices.
Gofund link:
which has since been bombed and destroyed, and the owners of the restaurant were killed.
It is devastating to see everything you worked so hard for and everyone involved with it vanish in the blink of an eye. It is even harder to struggle to survive after it.
Greetings from my little daughter
Important charas and the refs I've decided so far:
๐ฅ -> Mymt
๐ง -> Ssk
โก -> Uswkmr (Ystn)
โฐ -> Bnki
โ -> Zngt
๐ค -> Hcgr
๐ข -> Jriy + Skmt
๐ช -> kinda Tksg
๐ -> Orcmr + Nosk
next part is on patreon now if you wanna see it early ^^
Yโall ever just think about how characters from atla would sound and be viewed as from a historical standpoint? Can you imagine how freaking hilarious yet interesting that would be?
Like imagine youโre reading a textbook and you get to the era of the 100 Year War and you read about notable figures from the dynasties between Firelord Sozin, to Azulon, and then to Ozai, only to see a photo in the textbook depicting the theatrical and hella dramatic armor Ozai wore when he attempted to burn down the Earth Kingdom?
Or the fact that King Bumi is probably known to be the most longest living and insane kings to ever rule in the world and the more you learn about this guy, the more crazier and out of pocket you can imagine him being?
How about the idea of how some of our beloved female characters being portrayed in history as being the most badass characters to existโespecially at a young age? Can you imagine what it would be like to read or watch a video on how Azula took over Ba Sing Sa? How Toph created metal bending? How Katara upstarted rebellions and movements in the name of justice and rights?
Yet can you imagine the idea of how some of these characters can be severely underrated and overlooked due to their lack of story? For instance, characters like Princess Yue, Jet, Hamaโcan you imagine how their stories would be told and framed? Yue being seen as a tragedy? Jet also being both a tragedy and a young war hero? Hama being seen as both a โbad guyโ in history for hurting many, yet simultaneously sympathized for what she has gone through? Can yโall imagine that?
Can you also imagine how Zhao would be known as the biggest loser in Fire Nation history? So much so that chances are some schools in the FN may as well refuse to speak about him? Thatโs both sad and hilariousโ
ููุฃุณู ุงูููู ุชู ุชุฃููุฏ ุงุตุงุจุฉ ูุงูุฏุชู ุจู ุฑุถ ุงูุณุฑุทุงู ุงูุฎุจูุซ ๐๐ ุ ูู ูุฐุง ู ุคูู ูุตุนุจ ุฌุฏุง ุณู ุงุน ุฐูู
ู ุง ุฃุตุงุจ ูุงูุฏุชู ูู ุจุณุจุจ ู ุง ูุนูุดู ู ู ููุฑ ุงูุบุฐุงุก ูุงูุฏูุงุก ูุงูู ุฌุงุนุฉ ูู ู ุงูุญุฑุจ ูุงูุฏู ุงุฑ ูุบุจุงุฑ ุงูุตูุงุฑูุฎ ุงูุณุงู ุฉย ุงูุชู ุชุชุณุงูุท ุนูููุง ูู ุบุฒุฉ
ุฃุทูุจ ู ููู ุงูููู ุฃู ุชูููุง ุจุฌุงูุจู ูุจุฌุงูุจ ุงู ู ููู ูุณุชุทูุน ุนูุงุฌูุง ๐๐๐๐๐
Unfortunately, today it was confirmed that my mother has been diagnosed with malignant cancer ๐๐, how painful and difficult this is to hear. What happened to my mother is because of the poverty of food and medicine, famine, war, destruction, and the dust of toxic missiles that are falling on us in gaza
Today I ask you to stand by me and my mother so that we can treat her ๐๐๐๐๐
My name is Jaber Al-Haj. I am from Gaza, married to my wife, Menna, and we have a little son named Hashim, who is less than two years old. Like any Palestinian family, we dreamed of a simple and stable life. But the recent war turned our lives upside down. The sounds of explosions never left us, and fear has become part of our daily existence. My son Hashim suffers from health problems that urgently require treatment, but the war has destroyed everything, including the healthcare system, making access to necessary medical care nearly impossible. With each passing day, our suffering deepens, and the fear for Hashimโs health and future consumes me.
Alongside my small family, I used to work with my brothers, Aboud and Bilal, on our joint projectโa small lab for producing essential household cleaning products. We started this project with modest resources, dreaming that it would become a source of income to support us and provide job opportunities for our community. But the war left us with nothing. Our lab, which was once filled with life and hard work, was reduced to rubble under the bombardment. We lost our equipment, our livelihood, and with it, a part of our dreams for the future.
Even our home, our only refuge, did not escape the destruction. It was severely damaged and is now uninhabitable. We were forced to flee and live in a tent under harsh conditions unfit for human life. The cold, the heat, the lack of resources, and the absence of privacy have made life nearly unbearable. We try to cope, but every day brings new challenges and suffering.
Today, what worries me the most is my son Hashim's condition. His health is deteriorating, and he desperately needs treatment abroad. However, under the circumstances weโre living in, I lack the means to secure his travel and medical expenses. As a father, there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching my child suffer while being unable to help him.
This campaign is a lifeline for my family in our darkest hour. With your generosity, we can bring hope back into our lives and secure a better future for my son, Hashim. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a world of difference.
Please support us through the link below:
Thank you for standing with us and helping us through this difficult time. Your kindness means more than words can express.
With heartfelt gratitude, Jaber AlHaj
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Help me escape the war and reach safety ๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ
My name is Ibrahim, and I am 15 years old ๐ง. I spent my childhood in northern Gaza, where I used to go to school every day, dreaming of a future full of achievements ๐ซ. But suddenly, everything changed. My home ๐ก, where I lived with my family, was bombed, and we were left with nothing. We were living through difficult days, but I never imagined the situation would get this bad. ๐๐น๐น
After the bombing destroyed our home, we had no choice but to flee to the south. We are now living in a tent โบ inside an old school ๐ซ along with hundreds of other families. This tent has become our new home, but it doesnโt feel like one. There are no walls to protect us from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. During the day, the sun โ๏ธ is so scorching that I feel like my skin is burning, and at night, the cold ๐ฅถ is unbearable. Sometimes, I cry because of how cold it is, covering myself with whatever I can, but it's no use.๐ข๐ฃ๏ธ
The school where I now live has become a place that holds all our pain. I no longer go to school as I used to. Standing in long lines for water ๐ฆ has become a part of my daily life.
I stand in line for hours just to get some water for my family. I feel exhausted, but I try to endure it for their sake. My mother looks at me with eyes full of sorrow, and I can't help but feel helpless. I wish I could do more, but Iโm just a child. โค๏ธโค๏ธ
I dream of returning to my old life, where I used to go to school and play with my friends. I dreamed of becoming something great in the future, but now I feel like these dreams are slipping further away from me every day. The war has taken everything from us: our home, our safety, and even our dreams. ๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐ธ
I live in this place, not knowing when we will be able to escape this nightmare. I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs, but no one hears. We are here in the shadows, in a world filled with destruction and sorrow. All I ask for now is for this war to end, and for us to find a way out. We just want to live a normal life, far from fear and destruction. ๐๐ต๐ธ๐
I ask for your help with anything that could ease the burden on me and my family. We have been greatly affected by the war and are now living in extremely difficult conditions inside a tent after losing our home. We struggle daily to secure our basic needs and face significant challenges. Any help, no matter how small, would make a huge difference in our lives and give us hope to keep going. Please help us if you can hear my voice. We just want safety; we want to live again. ๐๐