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Help Ghada's Family Survive War, The Cold and Hunger
I write to you after the frequency and thinking deep so I can do a campaign to collect donations for my child and my family after suffering a severe live by a year ago, I hesitated a lot in the start of my campaign and ask for help asking for help is not easy for us, but I don't have money and not have a source of income to buy my child a little and my husband source anything they need, you'll be watching your donation to my campaign cause to save our lives even a little bit, I'm really sorry to ask for help from you, but I'm sure in your humanity and your hatred for the kindness of your heart you'd be the cause of saving our lives, and I'm really sorry to ask for help from you, I am sure you will be the reason to save my baby from the cold winter and buy candy, fresh fruit, clean water, a jacket, a winter blanket, please join my campaign and donate US 🙏
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All we wish for is that my grandmother can live, that we can feel warmth like the rest of the world, and that my child can grow up with food, baby milk, and diapers.
🫂My friends, thank you for standing by me over the past year and a half.❤️
🔴But my grandmother needs you — her treatment is expensive, and we have no income to cover all of this.💔🙏
- My child needs you, my friends. 😢💔 Because I suffer from anemia, I am unable to breastfeed him. He urgently needs formula milk, diapers, nutritional supplements, and vitamin D. Unfortunately, the prices are extremely high. 💔🍼
🔴Due to the lack of support, we are forced to reduce our meals to just one a day, which may not be nutritious—only to ease our hunger, so we can provide whatever food and medicine we can for my grandmother and my child. 💔😢😢😢
🙏Help me protect them — your support means everything to us and helps keep a family of 10 people alive.🙏🙏🙏💔
🟢am multiple vetted from 15 months
✅@/Bilal-sala7 hereVetted Gaza Fundraiser List Number #20
All we wish for is that my grandmother can live, that we can feel warmth like the rest of the world, and that my child can grow up with food, baby milk, and diapers.
🫂My friends, thank you for standing by me over the past year and a half.❤️
🔴But my grandmother needs you — her treatment is expensive, and we have no income to cover all of this.💔🙏
- My child needs you, my friends. 😢💔 Because I suffer from anemia, I am unable to breastfeed him. He urgently needs formula milk, diapers, nutritional supplements, and vitamin D. Unfortunately, the prices are extremely high. 💔🍼
🔴Due to the lack of support, we are forced to reduce our meals to just one a day, which may not be nutritious—only to ease our hunger, so we can provide whatever food and medicine we can for my grandmother and my child. 💔😢😢😢
🙏Help me protect them — your support means everything to us and helps keep a family of 10 people alive.🙏🙏🙏💔
🟢am multiple vetted from 15 months
✅@/Bilal-sala7 hereVetted Gaza Fundraiser List Number #20
Asexuals were always part of pride and it really fucking shows when people think it's a recent term.
Although not going by the term "asexual" yet, asexuality was spoken about alongside homosexuality as far back as the 1890s. Asexual history is just as vital to queer history as any other term and I'm so tired of watching us being treated like a new thing
This image is so so fucking important to me
Reblog this, cowards
Last night I sat beside my baby Qais, cleaning his wound as he cried quietly, his small body shaking from pain and fear, and I felt the world turn away from us—I will not forgive being ignored without even a share.
His injury is worsening, infection is spreading, and medicine is out of reach while time runs out faster than my tears—please help us now, save my child, and keep him alive by donating today.
I am a mother begging with everything left in me: don’t scroll past Qais’s pain. A share, a prayer, or support can change his fate and give my baby a chance to heal.
Last night I sat beside my baby Qais, cleaning his wound as he cried quietly, his small body shaking from pain and fear, and I felt the world turn away from us—I will not forgive being ignored without even a share.
His injury is worsening, infection is spreading, and medicine is out of reach while time runs out faster than my tears—please help us now, save my child, and keep him alive by donating today.
I am a mother begging with everything left in me: don’t scroll past Qais’s pain. A share, a prayer, or support can change his fate and give my baby a chance to heal.
I'm writing these words with a heavy heart and a sense of shame…
It's not easy for a doctor and pharmacist who has dedicated their life to serving people to reach out and ask for help, but circumstances are harsher than any pride.
My pharmacy was completely destroyed by the war,
and my home wasn't spared either… and I no longer have any source of income to support myself and my family.
I was forced to reopen a simple pharmacy, a tent,
offering no protection from the winter cold or the rain,
and with the recent storms, the tent itself was ruined,
and I continue to work in unbearable conditions,
but only because I don't know how to stop or give up.
The situation is extremely difficult… and the need is dire,
and the hardest thing is the feeling of abandonment,
when you feel alone,
and that many of the people you stood by didn't stand by you in this time.
I'm not asking for luxury,
nor anything more than what's necessary.
I'm asking for a life of dignity and a chance to get back on my feet.
Whoever can help, even a little,
may God reward them on behalf of me and my family.
And whoever can't, please share this post.
Forgive me… The pain is immense,
and the need is greater than silence.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Me, watching season one of The Pitt: Oh, this is an interesting show. Nice to have something that I'm not obsessively writing ten different fics about.
Me, after watching season two, episode one, of The Pitt and finding out Donnie is a new dad:
i think this new round of med students are supposed to serve as foils for javadi and whitaker. they're put there to highlight the ways dennis and victoria are specifically well-suited to emergency medicine but also might be the most negatively affected by it.
if you think about their major pitfalls on their first day, it makes a lot of sense. dennis not being able to accept losing his first patient to something he couldn't have prevented, and victoria passing out at a particularly gory moment directly contrasts with the two new students being very disconnected from their first death and seeming fine with the lung flip. this highlights the sensitivity whitaker and javadi came in with.
in season one, both seem like they'll crack under the pressure, but their sensitivity is actually what makes the job worth doing to them. like how frank told mel that they needed more people like her, ones that cared enough to be moved to tears.
this season seems to be smacking with themes of dissociation. robby is completely checked out, pushing off conversations that will never happen, accepting changes he hates because he doesn't have to deal with them, staring off into space while people talk to him. dana refers to herself as a horse who can mindlessly find her way back to the barn, she's cracking off-color jokes that don't seem very sensitive (more than the previous season), and she implies that she's back because she doesn't think anyone else can get them through the 4th of july, not because she actually wants to do the job anymore.
obviously you want to maintain that same softness and empathy you come in with, but is that reasonable after what they see? is it harmful to them as people to not completely dissociate the way we see some of the senior staff do? or is it more harmful to wall that negativity off?
i think this goes well with the other obvious theme of parenthood (donnie's a new dad, samira has mommy issues, the baby being abandoned). the ways being a parent simultaneously energizes and exhausts you. connects and isolates you. gives you purpose but ultimately limits what is perceived as acceptable. the ultimate question will be what does balance actually look like? a cruise? a sabbatical? getting laid?
“find balance if you can.” can you? is that even possible?







