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"Please read our story"

In Gaza, where dreams persist despite hardship, I, Mohammed Nasr, live with my family. My wife Yasmin, our children Nasr (8 years old) and Alin (7 years old), and I share a glimpse of our journey among what remains of our home.

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Imagine an ordinary day with the sun shining brightly, when suddenly, an explosion changes everything. Within moments, we found ourselves trapped. Seconds felt like hours until the rescue teams arrived. The incident left scars; I broke my leg and underwent surgeries.

When I returned home, everything had changed. Yasmin was struggling with trauma, and our children clung to us for safety. Nasr began searching for food, while Alin, always trying to smile through her sadness, sought moments of joy amid the challenges.

In addition to these hardships, Yasmin faces another battle with cancer. She urgently needs treatment abroad, as local resources have become limited.

Now, we live in temporary camps, facing a harsh reality, yet we still hold on to hope. We reach out to you for support, as every contribution can change our family's future.

Donation Link

gofundme.com

Doe para Helping Mohammad's Family :Escaping War to New Life, organizada por Mohammed Nasr

Title: A Cry from the Heart of Gaza In the heart of Gaza, wh… Mohammed Nasr precisa do seu apoio para Helping Mohammad's Family :Escapi

Your kindness could restore hope for our children, lighting a path forward. Together, we can create a chance for new beginnings.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #244 )✅️

Thank you for listening.

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She's so pretty

If jojos was real I'd probably be an incidental fan of Italian pop sensation Trish Una until I found out about she has some vague Paternal Problems and I'd be like "fuuuuuck she's so real" and then I would keep up with her religiously and following her on various social medias for updates until it all culminates to a point where somehow pictures of her father get leaked onto the Internet and I wind up seeing them and I refer to Diavolo a bit of a baddie on Twitter and a few days later I find out I and many others who have said similar things have been blocked by Trish on all platforms to which then I simply take the L and return to Kesha

“So the uh, pastries are apparently nice,” Ruri said with forced calm in her voice before sighing. “Oh to hell with it, let’s just get it over with and talk to them. I’ll handle your moron brother, you handle mine.”

here's my piece for the @ygorarepairs mini bang!! i had so much fun with this, and i'm so glad i can finally post it!! the paired fic that goes with it is by EmeraldHypothesis on AO3 (linked here!!), be sure to give it a read, it was so fun to work with him on this project and they're super talented! 💞

⟡ yuzu hiragi - yugioh arc-v

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Hello, my name is Aya, I am 26 years old, currently living in the northern part of Gaza City, and I am a mother of two children. My oldest is my daughter, Sanaa, who is 5 years old, and my youngest is my son, Wasfi, who is 3.

Since the morning of October 7th, 2023, our lives have been turned upside down. We have lived through the hardest days of our lives, facing displacement and homelessness. We have been forced to leave our home more than ten times since the war began. We would leave without knowing where to go.

We sought refuge in schools and relatives' homes, hoping we could return home and that this nightmare would end. But our house was bombed, and our dreams were destroyed. We became homeless and displaced.

Every day, we wake up to the sound of bombs and rockets. I lived in constant fear and terror with my children, especially when my family's house was bombed while we were taking shelter there.

We are experiencing a real famine in Gaza. I’ve gone to bed with my children many nights without dinner because there is no food available. We have had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of flour just to fill the hunger of my young children. Even after eating it, we all suffered from diarrhea and severe stomach pain. My children developed rashes on their bodies due to the spread of viruses and the accumulation of garbage. There is also a severe shortage of water, and even when we find it, it's not safe to drink.

My children cry, asking for vegetables, fruits, and eggs, but we can’t afford them because we have no income. The gas shortage has forced us to use fire for everything—cooking and baking—using plastic and pipes because firewood is so hard to find.

My children also developed jaundice, and I struggled a lot to get them better because there was no access to vegetables, fruits, or medicine. I even feared that my son might have developed polio because he already had leg problems before the war, and they worsened due to malnutrition.

Winter is coming, and we have nothing for it. I need clothes and shoes for my children to keep them warm, but I can’t buy them because they are so expensive.

For this reason, I beg of you and hope that you can support me, even with the smallest contribution, so I can provide my children with the most basic necessities of life.

I was displaced with my children to my family's house, tears in my eyes. On the way, Salah Al-Din Street was bombed, and the Israeli occupation committed horrific massacres. By the grace of God, we survived for the first time. We lived in terror and fear. A few days later, my family's house was bombed, and we were pulled out from under the rubble, miraculously surviving for the second time.

When my husband heard the news that we had died, he came to bid us farewell, only to find us alive by God's grace. We returned with him, but as the situation worsened and the fire belts in our area increased, we started to flee again and again, not knowing where to go next.

I beg of you to share my story and help me continue to live.

ROCKSTAR PROTAGS!

Started redrawing this 2 months ago when this was revealed, got 70% within a week and stopped bc life :( Finally decided to finish them up and look at my kids, take them please

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Melami Goldmine images from the untranslated Master Detective Archives: Rain Code manga. The images have been edited through the erasure of text and addition of border lines.

Credit goes to @venality-strykes for posting one of the images a few days ago. If it weren’t for you, I would have never found the manga where these came from, so thank you for that! 😄👍

Link to the untranslated manga:

週刊コロコロコミック

[第2話]超外伝事件簿レインコード - ぱげらった | 週刊コロコロコミック

【週刊コロコロオリジナル作品】 6/30(金)に発売されるダークファンタジー推理アクションゲーム「超探偵レインコード」のスピンオフ漫画が週刊コロコロコミックに登場！　キュートでプリティな死神の死に神ちゃんと、記憶喪失の超探偵であるユーマくんのコンビは、カナイ区で起きる謎に向き合う

Credit for the Reddit post which had the link to the untranslated manga goes to u/Comicostar for the original post and u/EnderHorizon for the link itself. Thanks a lot guys! 😁

She ate with the Blue Maiden avatar, Aoi was the realest one in all of VRAINS for changing her avatar 3 times in the span of like a month