IMPORTANT: Help Disability Father Get Insulin.

IMPORTANT: help disability father 🦽get insulin.

. Now over 6 months my unemployment still pending because of bad accident that caused me being disability .This has been the worst couple of years of my life. My house was destroyed in a storm . Now  I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.

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Each contribution is a step forward, an opportunity to find the light in the midst of the darkness that surrounds me.

Received: $195/$300

Thanks y’all ❤️

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

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Donate to Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR, organized by Ahmed Alshawish

Dear Humanity, I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my… Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

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Donate to Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR, organized by Ahmed Alshawish

Dear Humanity, I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my… Ahmed Alshawish needs your support for Emergency: Help Evacuate My Fa

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

⠀⠀THINKING ABOUT STALKER!CHOSO

thinking about stalker!choso having a routine of stalking you late at night.

he's made a home in your bathroom cabinet, watching you as you took showers. "fuck," his length strained in his pants as he watched the foamy soap slid down your body.

he hated whenever you were done, not being able to see you in your naked form.

"did i leave the lotion in the cabinet?" you search across your bathroom counter for your lotion before bending down to the cabinet. you held your bathroom towel tight around your body as you inched closer.

choso was frozen. he never imagined him being caught. so your shriek as you saw him emerge from the cabinet hurt him. "please. i-i'm not going to hurt you." he held his hands out in front of him, attempting to calm you down as you backed away from him.

you threw every item near you at him, his fast reflexes allowing him to avoid. "please! just calm down." he slowly inches closer to you, closing the gap between you and him. his hands reach out to grab your wrist, putting them into an x above your head as he pushes you on your bed.

“who-who are you?! why are you here?” you look into his eyes, seeing hidden derangement. “i-i love you. i want you.” he stutters out. he shakes above you. out of excitement? nervousness? not even he knows but whatever it was, it was scaring you.

“ple-” he cuts off your plea, placing his lips on yours harshly. why was his lips so soft? why was a pool of arousal coating your panties right now? and why are you giving in?

choso pulls back with a groan. “that’s all i ever wanted.” by the way he was touching you, you could tell that he craved attention. your attention.

! :

you can’t remember how or when. the heat of your pleasure flowed from your shoulders where the creep held you, to your core where the creep hid himself in. his moans (if you could call them that) were bouncing off the walls.

“yes, yes. agh-take it. take it!” every sentence was punctuated with a thrust from him. the sound of your bottom meeting his hips kept him going. all the moments he wishes he felt his skin glide against yours, he was going to savor this moment.

your knuckles were snow white by how much you held on to the sheets beneath you. you wondered if you would be able to live after this. your sense of hearing went out the window. the last thing you heard before ringing was something about him putting a kid in you. no—12?!

“please.” not even he knew what he was asking for. a minute longer? for you to let him finish? it was all so overwhelming for him to even collect a single thought. your plush walls drove him into a daze. oh how he wished he could live like this every moment.

he had money. loads of it. you didn’t even have to work when he made the two of you official.

“say it.” he whines. you muffle something incoherent. that’s right. how silly of him to forget he stuffed your mouth with your damp panties. “hehe. sorry.” he takes them out your mouth in one quick motion. “please. please say it. i need to hear you.” say what?

this man was a lunatic. first this man breaks into your home and now he has you bent over backwards, plowing into you. what kind of woman are you?

“hngh!” his grip on your waist got tighter, more possessive. he was close. this would be his first finish in contrast to how many times you’ve came on this stranger.

“ah!” he cries, filling your womb with his load. plan b immediately. he pants, closing his eyes as he gets off his high. you felt like ecstasy. your beauty was so overwhelming; of course he needed a moment to breathe.

terrible ending i’m so sorry.

My brother was injured in the abdomen, and he had an operation to stop bleeding from the liver, bleeding in the main arteries and veins that feed the abdomen, as well as a blood clot above the stomach, and explosions in the large and small intestines. Yesterday, complications occurred and he had an operation to open the arteries in the abdomen and remove part of the intestine, and he is still in intensive care.

Hello:

I am Muhammad Shehab from Gaza🍉. I support a family of 6 people. My sick mother and father, my wife Hiyam, and my sons (Zain and Yahya). I have a gofundme campaign that I created to treat my mother and father, protect my family, and get them out of the danger of the war on Gaza🍉. We live in very difficult circumstances Help me we are still very far from the goal. I hope everyone will donate even a little. I am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I achieve my goal and save my family from the danger of war. Share my story. Pin my story to your page. Everything helps. Can you share some of my posts from time to time? Maybe the internet will be cut off in my area. Thank you

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Donate to Help Zaen and Yehya to get out of Gaza, organized by mohammed shamallakh

I am Muhammad Shehab from Gaza These are my sons Zaen and Yahya … mohammed shamallakh needs your support for Help Zaen and Yehya

im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..

There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)

I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.

And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.

It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.

( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )

bye bye :P