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Save Mohmmed !

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment This was after he was shot by an Israeli drone He was critically injured in his feet. Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

Donate now:👇👇

gofundme.com

paypal.com

‎‏Thank you for your compassion and support during this critical time.

#free_palestine 🍉🇵🇸

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;; Donate to all the gofundmes and stuff that I answer if you can, do be suspicious and such, but regardless, it’s always good and worthy to help someone else, I would donate money if I could but all I can do is spread awareness and support,

Free Palestine.

From the Rivers to the Sea.

‼️Helping me means helping 5 members of my family..‼️

🥶We're freezing🥶

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, in Al-Mawasi specifically... My family and I were displaced from Rafah after hardship, bombing, displacement, and hunger.😭😔

Now we have been away from our city and our beautiful home for 9 months. We have lost our house that my father built stone by stone and he worked 24/7 to build this house. But the occupation destroyed it, and no house remained in my beautiful city remained intact.😭💔💔

We are now living in a tent or semi-tent, which does not protect us from the cold of winter or the rain. Our lives are very difficult.😔😭

Thanks to your donations, we have been able to buy food and flour, and now I am asking you for help to buy a tent that will protect us from the cold of winter. We do not know what it means to sleep because of the extreme cold.🥶

This is our tent made of fabric and some nylon, not closed on one side. We are freezing from the cold. Help us to buy a new tent. You are our last hope.😭🥶🥶🙏

I also want to ask for help for my mother, who is the most precious thing in my life. Without her, I am nothing...

She has a back cartilage disease and is in great pain. She needs physical therapy, medicine, and vitamins, and I am unable to provide them. Help my mother receive treatment.🙏🙏😭

Campaign Link⬇️⬇️⬇️

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Wasim's family rebuild their lives, organized by Freya Knarr

My name is Freya Knarr and I live near Chicago, IL. Because Gofundme does not allo… Freya Knarr needs your support for Help Wasim's family r

@gazavetters

Can we stop using "still lives with their parents" or "unemployed" or "doesn't have a drivers license" or "didn't graduate high school" as an insult or evidence that someone is a bad person? Struggling with independence or meeting milestones is not a moral failing.

❝ 𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝗼𝐰 𝗼𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ❞

A little thing of my AU Soap

J - Jones “Reaper” Haddock

G - Phillip Graves

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He was kneeled down, staring down where he was supposed to hit through his sniper’s scope. He had on a golden skull mask and a red shifting cloak, his back to suns position, making a small glint of his scope. He then shot a bullet, piercing the throat of General Shepherd, killing the man near instantly.

He got up and moved to a different location, being methodical and silent as he went to his next point, kneeling against a short wall and aiming his sniper at a passing vehicle, piercing a tire with a bullet. He jumped down from the rooftop, walking up to the now collapsed vehicle with his pistol in his hand.

He opened a door to the vehicle, pulling out Phillip Graves from the vehicle. His pistol pointed the Shadow Company leader, his eyes which barely visible stare deeply into graves who trying to crawl away by mostly sliding backwards in a way. He just walks, following Graves with his pistol still trained on the man.

“ What do you want from me?! ” - G.

“ Something taken from me that I’ll never get back. ” - J.

“ Wh-What can I give you that I can offer for you not to kill me?! ” - G.

“ Not much… just one simple, little thing that you probably won’t miss..” - J.

“ And what would th-that be? ” - G, fear and shock sprawled on his face.

“ Your Death. ” - J.

He then shoots Graves directly in the middle of the head after pushing the barrel against Graves’ head. He then walked away, throwing a hexagon shaped metal thing, it opening up and whirring as it opens up a portal which he heads through, once he is through, the portal closes and the machine breaks down and explodes. Police finally show up to the scene, and immediately begin a thorough investigation of the incident even though the killer is already gone.

i have a horrible misogynist rooster who only likes blonde hens so i always have to make sure i have 2-3 yellow hens around so he doesn't run anyone ragged. i didn't know this was a problem someone could have but i've had macklemore for eight slutty, slutty years and he's been overly obsessed with the blondness level of his lady friends for the entire time with no sign of slowing down so, like. props to him for sticking to his guns.

SIR, PLEASE,

 i tried to be funny and it backfired miserably

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Imagine waking up every day to a nightmare that doesn't end. Your livelihood, your home, your children's safety—everything you once had—is reduced to rubble.

@ahmadomar0

Story written by @visionsofaselfmademan

For Ahmed Al-Habil, a fisherman from Gaza, this is not just a thought experiment—it’s his reality. Ahmed once lived a simple, dignified life by the sea, supporting his family of six. The sea was his solace and his source of sustenance. But in an instant, his dreams and stability were destroyed. His fishing boat, his job, and his home were obliterated in the chaos of war. Left with nothing but faith and hope, Ahmed is now grappling with an unimaginable struggle.

Since October 7th, Ahmed, his wife, four young children, and his elderly parents have endured relentless displacement—fleeing from Nuseirat to Khan Younis, to Rafah, and now to a tent in Deir al-Balah. With each move, they have faced hunger, malnutrition, and the suffocating fear of violence. His children—Omar (10), Khadija (9), Ali (6), and Zain (3)—are deprived of the innocence of childhood, their laughter replaced by cries of hunger and cold. Ahmed's 72-year-old father battles chronic diseases, and his 70-year-old mother suffers from diabetes and debilitating spinal problems, compounding the family’s hardship.

Yet, amid this devastation, Ahmed’s resilience shines. He is pleading for help to rebuild a life of dignity and peace—a life where his children can play without fear, his parents can receive the care they need, and his family can once again dream of a brighter future.

Your donation today could be the light Ahmed and his family desperately need in this darkness. Every contribution, no matter how small, can help them secure food, medicine, and the resources to move toward stability. Let’s come together to give Ahmed’s family a chance to live with dignity and hope. You can be the hand that helps them rise from the rubble.

You can donate to Ahmed's GoFundMe campaign [HERE]

This campaign has been vetted by association. @aya2mohammed (#166 on [the verified fundraiser list] vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) has stated that Ahmed (@ahmed-omar0, @ahmedomer9) is his brother. See screenshot below and also this post [here] for proof.