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Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive 🕊️🇵🇸 🍉🌹
Hi 👋 my friends My name is Samer Abu Ras, and I am reaching out to you with a heavy heart and shattered hopes after the war in Gaza destroyed my life and my family’s. Our days were once filled with peace and security, but now we are homeless, without shelter or income, facing a bleak future. My wife Shorouq and our three children are suffering from psychological and health traumas due to this catastrophe. We lost our home and our jobs, and now we seek warmth in cold streets.
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My children 🧒 👧 , who once lived in safety, are now gripped by fear and displacement. As a father, I feel deep sorrow and helplessness for not being able to protect them. Today, I am making a humanitarian plea, asking for assistance to rebuild our lives and find a safe and stable environment. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a significant difference in our lives.
Let us make hope triumph over despair and restore smiles and dignity to my family.
Thank you to everyone who listens to my plea and offers a helping hand and donation to change our future for the better.
With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation
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So, I need a bit of help.
So, Hi
I’m Koko.
I cannot live with my parents next year because my father is leaving the country permanently with my mom so I’ll be left to my own devices. If I go with them I’ll not only be ridiculed but possibly verbally and physically harassed / maybe assaulted by my own family. For being transgender. I’ll have to live in fear and hide out in my own home if I return with them for the rest of my days.
I don’t have much of a choice but to figure things out. It’s been a scramble to even be able to determine whether I can get a job or not.
I’m 21 turning 22 this year, I’ve dropped in and out of college out of my own struggles and issues. Recently I’ve had to deal with some extreme trauma. So here’s what’s happening in my brain:
- [ ] I get an entry level job.
- Problem: there are no entry level jobs I can/am able to do with my amount of expertise, which is zero.
- [ ] I get an online shop going and start applying to conventions
- problem: no funds for transportation, merchandise etc/no drivers license. I can’t live out of a car either if I can’t drive it.
- [ ] I start a commissions based client service where I can see if I get clients
- problem: I don’t have visibility/popularity to do that + I have to learn to work with my Aphantasia and get a manager to watch after my clients + commissions since I am not... good at it.
- [ ] I start a business of making Ball Jointed Dolls as I’ve always wanted + sculpt everything myself on my iPad. (Thankfully, I’m working on learning the ins and outs of 3d sculpting and printing.)
- Problem: sculpting and learning to sculpt on a 3d software takes time and patience. I need heavy instruction + I need to work on it until I can successfully provide product, which means samples upon samples and prototypes on prototypes.
- [ ] I turn to illustration apprenticeships and see where that gets me
- Problem: that’s time I don’t have as I’ve been given the deadline of a year; most jobs I want to get require college education.
- [ ] I go back to college and finish my degree
- Problem: I need to find a new college that will take me + housing that I can afford on a college job salary. I can’t afford going to college without special funding programs.
In conclusion: I’ve hit a major wall. I don’t know what to do at this point in my life. If there’s anyone that can figure this out, it should be me, but what happens when I have ZERO life plans?
I didn’t think I’d live this long. I don’t know what to do. Independent or private Clientele is scarce for me at the moment and I have no idea what to price my commissions as anymore. I feel like I’m in a waking nightmare and I can’t get out of it. I don’t have any family I can turn to, my sibling can’t take me in and my mom’s side doesn’t know I’m transgender.
I’m living in a nightmare where I feel like I’ve got no choices.
Im not even allowed to have emotional support pets out of my parents own pet preferences. Im not allowed a psychiatric service dog either, even though my building now allows dogs.
Why do I come here with this? I need either support or commissions. You can reach me on Twitter, Same username, and we can talk about commissions. Here’s the links where you can support me:
I do not have a Patreon at this time; I will not make one. I do not agree with what’s going on behind the scenes over there honestly.
But buy me a coffee essentially will work as one. I will also like to note that if you want any updates on my situation, you’re all free to DM me on Twitter or here.
Here are some places where you can make one-time donations:
P4ypal: [email protected]
V3nmo:
Ca$happ:
