dont follow me if you want to lose weight intentionally
maybe one day ppl will respect that i dont ever want to hear about weightloss.
AMADEUS, 1999
Please help us😭🙏🌿🇵🇸
In one corner of Gaza,
drowning in destruction and echoing with suffering, sat Umm Saleh, a woman in her fifties, beside her modest tent hastily erected after losing her home in the latest bombardment. Her face told stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched on it as if they were records of unforgettable events.
Umm Saleh, who once lived in a small house filled with the voices of her children, now bore witness to the agony of displacement. She was forced to flee with her children after a shell hit their home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings she never imagined would become unattainable.🌿🍉
Every morning, Umm Saleh leaves her tent in search of sustenance to feed her children. She goes to bakeries providing aid, waiting for hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down her frail body, she carries the bread, dampened with her tears, and returns with a fake smile that conceals the worries of a mother striving to protect the remnants of her family.🇵🇸🌿
At night, when everyone else is asleep, Umm Saleh remains seated at the entrance of the tent, gazing at the dark sky. She reminisces about the days gone by, about her home that was once filled with warmth, and about her elderly, ailing husband of 70 years. Despite the pain, she finds remnants of hope in her heart—a hope for a day when peace will return and her children and grandchildren will live in a new home brimming with joy.
In moments of solitude, Umm Saleh finds solace in prayer and supplication. She implores God to protect Gaza and its people and to wipe away the dust of sorrow from everyone’s hearts. She often repeats, "We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost."
Umm Saleh is not just a displaced woman but a symbol of patience and strength in the face of harsh circumstances. Her story, like the stories of thousands of mothers in Gaza, embodies the continuous struggle for life in a land torn apart by war, yet still blossoming with hope.
Please help us 🙏😭🇵🇸
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Tagging for reach, very low campaign, please share.
Please don't pass by‼️‼️🍉Hello, can you repost and share my campaign please 🙏 I am Eman, a mother of two young children, Amir and Malak, and my brother Mohammed was shot in the war with an explosive bullet in his left hand and needs a bone injection, from Gaza. We have suffered a lot from fear, displacement, and the destruction of our home and literally everything we own... I hope you can take a look at my campaign on the pinned post on my profile, and help us by donating or sharing our campaign to reach the largest number of supporters.🌹🌹 Our campaign has been verified and shared by @90-ghost, @ibtisams, @el-shab-hussein, @nabulsi, and @fairuzfan 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸Thank you very much in advance ❤️❤️
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@life-111 is a Gazan (vetted by @90-ghost) whose baby is on a respirator and needs treatment for cancer today. He has to raise $650 for the treatment. If he can't, the baby's lungs would be prey of the cancer. THE BABY WOULD DIE. YOU CAN AVOID THIS. PLEASE DONATE TO paypal.me/ofkt637, GOFUNDME WOUD TAKE TOO LONG. BE THE HERO HE NEEDS!
🍉 A Final Cry for Help from a Broken Heart 🍉
Hello my friend, I don't know how to begin this message, as my heart is shattered into pieces. I hope that this message reaches you in good health, far from the pain that fills my life right now.
I’m here, in a strange hospital room, surrounded only by the silence of death. I watch my little child lying on a bed, his innocent body motionless. Only the life-support machine keeps him alive. He can’t breathe on his own, can’t move, and all I feel is the deep sorrow that seeps into my soul with every passing moment.
The doctor spoke to me in a soft, almost hesitant voice, as if asking me to endure more than I can bear: “Either pay for the surgery now, or we’ll have to disconnect the machine.” Do you understand what that means? It means that I will watch my child—the one who was once the light of my life—die right before my eyes. Every moment that passes, I wait for a slow death, my hands tied, unable to save him. His tiny heart, once full of hope, will stop forever in an instant, and I can't do a thing.
Please, don’t leave me to face this nightmare alone. Please, save my child. I have nothing but this cry, these tears that fill my eyes. Any help, even a word, could be the difference between life and death for him.
My heart can no longer bear the pain. I feel as though my soul is leaving my body with every second, watching him suffer while I am powerless to stop it. Please, save my child before this little heart is extinguished forever.
Help me, I beg you, don’t leave me in this darkness.
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Today, I survived death once again…
I had only gone out to bring some food for my family, when a missile struck near a charity kitchen. In just a second, I could have been another name on the list of martyrs.We live in tents. No safety, no enough food, no clean water. We die on the way to find a meal… and we die if we go without it.
Speak about us. Don’t forget us.
Every post, every word, every donation—might be the reason one of us stays alive a little longer.
Stop ❗❗🙏and don't ignore my need for you today, I am very, very sick. Help me, even if it is just a little.
I am very tired. My back hurts. I cannot move it. Please help me go to the doctor and buy medicine so that I can stand.The treatment costs me 600 euros 🍉🙏🙏I am five months pregnant
I hate 2 say it but being a part of a “weird” subculture does not meaningfully inoculate you against a conservative moralizing impulse. You gotta unlearn that. Saying “cringe is dead” is not enough, you have to actually be okay with things that discomfort, perplex and/or disgust you.
fuck these “i need to be fucked” posts. I need to be motherfucking kissed. throw me against a wall and kiss me like i’m the love of your goddamn life and you didn’t think you’d ever find me.
