Hello Dear .. Please Do Not Ignore Our Suffering

Hello dear .. Please do not ignore our suffering

My name is Salman Helles from the afflicted and massively destroyed Gaza Strip..

My family consists of many children, women and elderly people and we are suffering from horrific tragic conditions .. Our house was bombed in the northern Gaza Strip and we were displaced to the southern Gaza Strip to Deir al-Balah and the family was scattered in tents and shelters in Deir al-Balah .. The conditions are extremely tragic where children suffer from the spread of diseases among them and the elderly and women in my family suffer from miserable conditions ..

There is no water, food or electricity in the Gaza Strip and the treatment is getting worse day after day ..

For more than 330 days we have been oppressed and wronged in the Gaza Strip and we are exposed to violent barbaric bombing ..

We would never ask for help and donations but the miserable conditions in the Gaza Strip forced us to do so ..

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Donate to Save the family of Salman Hellis from the Gaza Strip, organized by Salman Hellis

Hello dear .. Please do not ignore our suffering My name is Salman… Salman Hellis needs your support for Save the family of Salman Hellis f

I appeal to the owners of human consciences and free people in this world to provide us with help ..

Your help, no matter how small, means a lot to us because it contributes to saving us and alleviating our suffering ..

Please donate to us or share my campaign On your blog and for your friends

I assure you that my campaign is completely legitimate

Day 31: Fungus

“Sozo once had family… friends… now, all Sozo has are mushrooms”

Not much is known about Sozo before he arrived at the lands of the old faith 1050 years ago. He came from the mainland and was something called “a doctor” which resembled a job similar to that of a healer (Doctors are NOT common in the island). He seemed interested on investigating and experimenting with the local flora of the land in search of their medical properties. Sadly, no one had warned him to avoid raw menticide mushrooms….

Sozo will appear later on in the fanfic.

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Hello 👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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Donate to Helping Heba Family : Escaping War to a New Life, organized by Heba Nasef

Dear friends around the world, Greetings to you from Gaza, the land of pe… Heba Nasef needs your support for Helping Heba Family : Escaping

If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.

Day 28: Genocide.

Goat, just like Lambert, is the last of his kind. And this fact torments him daily. He feels guilt over the fact that he outlived his race (even if it was no fault of his) and is pressured by his own conscience to never forget the tragedy, and to promise himself that if the chance ever comes, to try to re-populate …. Using his own seed.

He won’t show up until the main arc is over.

Also, I got confused with the days.

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❗️❗️EMERGENCY FUNDS: I need help with Medical Bills And Equipment ❗️❗️

Howdy Y'all, please share my story with me at least a little, I am a Type 1 Diabetic. I was diagnosed in February 2019 after being very sick and I weighed 88 lbs. For the last two and a half years I have had to inject insulin 4+ times for day every day, to stay within my blood glucose level.

In December 2020 I was hospitalized and had to have emergency surgery where I had to stay at home for the entire period of my illness without working, and I also had DKA aka Diabetic ketoacidosis is a serious complication of diabetes that occurs when your body produces high levels of blood acids called ketones.

In the picture, the devices you see are the ones that are needed to control my diabetes.

Diabetic ketoacidosis develops when your body cannot produce enough insulin. Insulin normally plays an important role in helping sugar (glucose), the main source of energy for your muscles and other tissues, enter your cells. Without enough insulin, your body begins to break down fat as an alternative fuel. This process produces a buildup of toxic acids in the bloodstream called ketones, eventually leading to diabetic ketoacidosis if left untreated.

Three months later in March 2021 I finally got to see an endocrinologist, who specializes in Type 1 Diabetes. Who told me that an insulin pump would be a good device for me?

I was recently approved for an insulin pump that will help me better control my diabetes. Although I am happy that I am approved the hardest part is coming up with the funds to pay for the pump and equipment.

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Please 🙏 help me to raise $340 for my insulin, be blessed

Goal:$120/$340

A donation of any amount will be greatly appreciated even if you can't donate but if you share the story against friends It will help. Thanks to anyone and everyone who is willing to help❤️

Day 14: Burned

“Liar, Liar. Your world’s on fire”.

Shamura may be the oldest of their siblings, but they were actually born a few centuries before the event that eradicated most of godhood took place. Barely a teen, actually, when it started.

The slaughter of the sheep, while a horrible, it’s not something that frequents their nightmares. Don’t get me wrong, they feel terribly guilty for the genocide…. When lucid with reality.

What torments them the most, specially when out of touch with reality, is the things they directly did (or didn’t do) to their godly peers.

The whole mess of Narinder’s imprisonment and their other siblings’s getting wounded being the most recent one. Shamura blames themselves for not seeing the signs of the disaster about to happen sooner and not protecting their kin (Narinder included, in a way).

But that isn’t the only thing that haunts their fragile mind…..

When they were younger, back when the old faith wasn’t even a thing, they met 3 gods. 3 gods that taught them different things. 3 gods that they murdered in cold blood when the chance arrived to do so. Of the 3 gods, they actually developed a deep emotional bond with 2 of them. This made their crime the more painful and guilt-griven.

None of the main cast knows about this. Not even their own blood. They swore to keep the fact their hands were bloodied since before the old faith a secret to take to the grave….. but…. Their mind is not what it used to be. They may… let some things slip.

Anyway, this prompt is more symbolic than anything else. Shamura is filled with secrets. Secrets that have been weighting their conscience for most of their lifetime.

And lies too. Lies that will burn their surroundings into chaos once they catch up with them, and are set free.