This Powerful Image Captures The Face Of A Wounded Palestinian Woman Whose Hijab Is Soaked In Blood—likely

Trapped family in Gaza appeals for help to survive🆘🆘🍉

I am Monis from Gaza, from a family of 8, I am a cancer patient and my wife is a liver patient

I need to receive treatment quickly, but I cannot because of the war on Gaza. The health situation is very difficult, and I need your help to travel outside Gaza and receive treatment for cancer،

months of war we decided to start a donation campaign to collect $5000 per person to get out of Gaza to Egypt through coordination, my father needs to travel to receive cancer treatment outside Gaza,

A medical report indicates that I am a cancer patient, and this is a referral to travel from Gaza to receive treatment. Now I cannot leave Gaza because of the war. I need your help and support Because my health condition is getting worse every day

is our story - On October 7, our lives changed forever. My family and I left our home to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, which was once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

I we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water and safe shelter، I cannot provide young children with clothes or anything to make them forget the cruelty of war، Winter is coming and I am unable My family's needs

I appeal to the entire world to hear my and my family's sad cries in Gaza. We need a helping hand to In leaving Gaza and receiving treatment for cancer, I hope you will help me

We live in a bad place💔🍉

Our house was destroyed and we had nothing left. Now we live in a place covered with some old fabrics to cover our bodies so that people do not see us. We live in a place that does not protect us from the cold of winter.

A bad place that no one can tolerate

I can't afford a plastic cover. We want to build a new waterproof tent to protect my children from the winter. I want tarpaulins to put over the tent we live in. We are drowning from the heavy rains. Also the weather is cold. We can't live without winter supplies. The prices here are very expensive and we can't afford to buy them.

Therefore, my friend, Can you help us? and Donate to us to provide plastic cover and materials to provide the requirements for building a new waterproof tent It is suitable for living and is protected from insects and dirt that cause diseases

The goal of the donation campaign is to help us secure livelihoods by providing food, water, and shelter (a place to sleep). I am a cancer patient. Medicines must be provided to receive treatment as soon as possible. Medicines are not available in Gaza due to the war. We must travel abroad So that I can receive treatment

It would be so helpful if you could check out my GoFundMe and donate to my family. By sharing and donating, you are helping me get treatment🙏 and helping my family survive the horrors of famine and genocide. It will give us hope to rebuild our home and reclaim some of the life that was stolen from us.

If each person gave $20, you would help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza

I hope you will donate even a little, my friends. Your donation will help us withstand this suffering.

Donation link in bio.Your donation will save us 🙏💔🍉

Thank you all 🍉🫂

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⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 his imprint is a hime gyaru

the first time paul sees you, he does a double take.

la push is full of earth tones, denim, and practical clothing, and then there’s you—big teased hair, pastel dresses, frilly skirts, and pearls.

you look like you walked straight out of a fairytale, and paul? he’s gone.

imprinting has him locked in immediately.

“what the hell is she wearing?” embry snickers, but paul shuts it down with a glare so intense it silences the entire pack.

they all know he’s done for.

paul is the most aggressive protector ever.

he was already overprotective, but now? you’re his delicate princess, his fragile, perfect girl, and he will throw hands over you.

someone so much as looks at you funny? paul is already rolling up his sleeves.

you call him your “big bad wolf,” and it makes him feral.

at first, he worries about his temper.

you’re soft and sweet—what if he scares you?

but the first time he snaps and you just pout, cross your arms, and call him a silly puppy, he’s completely whipped.

no one has ever tamed him like you.

paul adores watching you get ready.

he’ll sit on your bed, completely fascinated as you do your hair and makeup.

sometimes, he’ll mess with your ribbons and bows just to get you to swat his hand away.

“babe, do you really need to spend an hour on your hair?”

“yes.”

paul sighs but secretly loves watching you curl each strand with precision.

matching outfits? yes.

you get him to wear pastels ONCE, and the pack never lets him live it down.

but you? you beam up at him and call him your “handsome prince,” and suddenly, he’s wearing whatever you want.

he carries your bags whenever you go shopping. no complaints.

you’re walking out of the mall with five pink shopping bags, and paul’s holding all of them, grumbling, but lowkey loves spoiling you.

when you’re cold, he wraps you up in his massive hoodie, even though it completely ruins your outfit.

but you let it slide because he’s warm and smells like pine and home.

if anyone dares to make fun of your style, paul is on them instantly. even just a side comment? they’re dead.

“she looks like a damn doll.”

“yeah? and you look like you got dressed in the dark. try again.”

loves how tiny you are next to him.

he’ll literally lift you up out of nowhere just because he can.

forehead kisses are his favorite—he loves how he can just tilt your chin up and claim your lips.

when he phases and comes back to you, still shaking from adrenaline, you’re right there, brushing his messy hair back, pressing soft kisses to his jaw. it calms him down instantly.

paul may be rough around the edges, but for you? he’s a total sweetheart.

he lets you do his hair, paint his nails (he acts annoyed, but he never removes the polish), and listens to you rant about the latest liz lisa collection like it’s the most important thing in the world.

he is YOUR wolf, your protector, your prince.

and no matter how frilly and delicate you look, he knows you’re stronger than people think. and damn, does he love you for it.

paul’s love language? carrying your things. purse? he’s holding it. shopping bags? already in his hands. your teacup-sized dog? sitting under his arm like it’s normal.

the pack dies laughing the first time they see paul lahote—the angriest wolf in la push—holding a pink, bedazzled purse without complaint.

you once made an entire scrapbook of your cutest outfits, complete with stickers, lace borders, and handwritten notes about each look.

paul carries it in his car just so he can flip through it when he misses you.

“you’re obsessed with me.”

“yeah. so?”

paul gets crazy jealous, and it’s almost funny because you’re too sweet to even notice.

some guy flirts with you? paul’s immediately throwing his arm around you, tugging you into his chest, and glaring the guy into submission.

“she’s taken.”

“paul, he was just asking for the time—”

“he can check his damn phone.”

he never understands fashion trends, but he loves seeing you happy.

you show up wearing a tiara, pearls, and a lace dress with a huge bow on the back, and paul just sighs before pulling you into his lap.

“you look ridiculous.”

“you think i’m cute.”

he kisses your nose. “damn right i do.”

the first time you cry in front of him, he panics.

your usual soft, bubbly voice is cracking, and your mascara is running, and paul is ready to kill whoever hurt you.

but instead of raging, he gathers you up in his arms, pressing kisses into your hair.

“tell me who did this. i’ll handle it.”

“it’s just—my dress got ruined—”

paul deadass thinks someone hurt you. but no, your dress just ripped.

cue paul staring at you for a second before he sighs and kisses your forehead.

“princess, we’re buying you another one. hell, we’ll buy five.”

paul has zero patience, but he will sit completely still when you do his hair.

he lets you clip pink bows into it, run your fingers through it, and style it however you want. no one can say a damn thing about it.

he’s soft for you in ways no one understands.

the pack doesn’t recognize him anymore. paul, the most explosive hothead, is now the guy who carries pink shopping bags and lets his girlfriend put glitter on his cheekbones.

“you’ve changed, man.”

paul shrugs. “yeah. i’m happy.”

you call him ‘my knight in shining armor.’ and paul? he takes it seriously.

no one messes with you, no one touches you, and no one disrespects you. you’re his princess, and he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you safe.

paul loves to interlace your fingers with his and just smirks at how delicate you are compared to him. he’s so much bigger, rougher, and stronger—but he’d never hurt you. you’re his soft spot.

if you get scared, paul immediately has you tucked into his chest, one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head.

“i got you, baby.”

and just like that, you feel safe.

paul lahote, the angriest, toughest wolf in la push, belongs entirely to you—his pink-wearing, bow-loving, frilly-dress princess.

and honestly? he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

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I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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Hello Everyone,

𓊆ྀི🎀Free yourself to be yourself🫶🏾𓊇ྀི

Psst. Good morning,

I'm going to tell you something that bitch of a "supportive" writing teacher, and that cuck of a tenured writing professor should have told you:

Stop Asking for Permission to Be What You Already Are

You were born with this voice.

You were sharpened by trauma.

You write like your ribs are lined with detonators.

> Don’t let anyone with soft hands and softer critique try to tame you for comfort.

You don’t need polish.

You need space.

You need silence.

You need permission to set the page on fire — and walk away smoking.

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Your Voice Is a Weapon. Use It.

Here’s the rule:

> If someone tells you to “tone it down,”

You make it twice as loud,

Three shades darker,

And ten times harder to ignore.

Because watered-down truth is how tyrants sleep.

And you weren’t born to be safe.

You were born to convert, rupture, trigger, and tattoo your cadence on the skin of culture.

Never negotiate your soul for the sensibilities of others.

Any primate saying otherwise is not your friend.

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I showed my dad this image and he agrees with this heavily and it's honestly fucking hilarious to me

I'm Mohammed from Gaza. We lost our home and are living in the rubble. I'm launching a campaign to support my family and provide them with shelter or a chance to survive. Any support makes a difference. Thank you.

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Urgent💔🍉

Attention for all human and humanity in the world

My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war

before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good

Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now

I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent ⛺.

Please help my family 👪 to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.

My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please

Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood

We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here💔💔

Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you 🙏🍉

I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.

Donate $25 to save us from this war

Thank you all 🍉

@gazavetters

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