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Rawan and Yemna Abudaya are two sisters from Gaza trying to escape from a genocide. They still haven't reached even 50% of their fundraising goal after months and months of campaigning.

🍉 They are currently at kr133,184 SEK/kr319,315!! Please do your part to help them reach their goal as quickly and as soon as possible!!

‼️ Ive donated 52kr SEK (=$5.02 USD) - can you match my donation?!

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Donate to Helping two student sisters from Gaza Strip., organized by Ayman Zahir

In search of safety and education, help save us from the war of extermi… Ayman Zahir needs your support for Helping two student sister

🌟 This campaign has been spotlighted by a Palestinian-led collective that amplifies Gazan voices - follow them @/palestineasdiqa (on IG)!! Also, you can follow Rawan for updates @/rawan.abudaya (on IG)!!

[template for the secondary graphic made by the amazing @starelegy_ (on IG) ]

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Hello my dear friends

My name is Hatem from the northern Gaza Strip

I support a family consisting of my young children and my mother

I am speaking to you today with pain squeezing my heart and sadness filling my heart for reaching this stage of misery and sadness ..

My house in the Shujaiya neighborhood in the northern Gaza Strip was completely destroyed, where my memories and the memories of my children were .. I fled as a displaced person to the southern Gaza Strip in Deir al-Balah in a miserable tent with my mother, children and wife ..

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Donate to Help my family, organized by Hatem hellis

Hello my dear friends My name is Hatem Ali hellis from the northern Gaza Strip I support a family consis… Hatem hellis needs your support

Hunger and deprivation have eaten away at my children and forced them to leave their school desks because of the war for the second year in a row

Our tent is miserable and needs to be renovated for the winter

I am turning to you asking for help and donations as much as you can to help me take care of our daily needs of food and medicine and to renovate our tent to protect us from the harsh winter cold ..

I also hope to collect enough money to be able to escape to Egypt as soon as the crossing opens

Despite my sadness and pain to ask for help, circumstances forced me to do so and all my hope is in you and everyone who sees my campaign to donate to me

I thank you from the heart

im being so fucking for real and i need you guys to boost and reblog this you nonblack selfshippers have got to stop using "simp." you have to. its african american vernacular english (aave) which in colloquial terms means its not for you to use. in a space already hostile towards shippers of color, youre just making it more inhospitable to black selfshippers by appropriating our language. say youre crushing. say youre obsessed. say youre head over heels, say youre a sucker, say youre infatuated, just stop saying simp. for the love of god

{nonblack shippers [even other shippers of color] i do NOT want to hear your opinion on this post or hear about how you "didnt know" or are "changing it right now." just be an ally and LISTEN instead of needing to add your piece.}

Save our life,please!! 🙏🏻🍉🥺

Hello again, I am Aseel from Gaza, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now but we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 11 times,

every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of ​​​​forced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,

we did not imagine that a day would come when we would live all of this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer there, I was left alone!! I am looking for salvation from death, I fear death and I dread it, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams, ambitions and the life you planned for and go from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,

I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??

Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful

We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet

I do not want to die!! 🥺

Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible

Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please

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Donate to Support Aseeel Fight for Life and Family in Gaza, organized by Aseel Asad

Hello, I’m Margaret Brown, located in Seattle, Washington. I’m organizing … Aseel Asad needs your support for Support Aseeel Fight for Life

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I love how Bulkhead has patiently assumed the role of "I must physically hold back the Cee Bee Siblings whenever their rage overcomes them"

They're mad for such good reasons, too.... If Bulkhead hadn't been there to assist...bad, bad things would have gone down on both accounts. Bonus: Ratchet

Look at Bulkhead being a physical barrier between Ratchet, who's furious, and Optimus, whom Ratchet is furiously confronting, while also stepping in front of Arcee in particular, keeping her a good distance away from any wayward punches that might be thrown. Good job, Bulk. He's very patient, very collected. I wonder how many fights he had to break up between the Wreckers. He's definitely practiced.

There comes a day at the start of each summer when I must put my baseball cap on sideways and go out back to my air conditioner. I gingerly stroke the rusty metal coils over its freon heart and say, "Sup, home skillet? Wake up, it's 1995!"

And the air conditioner says, "Oh snap, for real? I thought it was much later. I feel so old."

In a goofy voice I say, "Yeah, it's like 2024 or something... not!"

It laughs nervously. It says, "As if!"

I tell it, "Take a chill pill, it's really 1995."

"Then I'm only 5 years old? Wack."

I nod. "Yeah, duderoni. Go ahead and start up for me one more time. It's gonna be a scorcher."

It shudders. Something rattles deep inside it. Slowly, the fan starts to spin. Faster, faster, it whirls. The air conditioner laughs in relief. "I feel young!" it says. "I feel so young!"

ORPHAN YOUR SHIT PLEASE GOD FUCK