Tense here😳..
There certainly was a time when Shadow was just a tiny, trusting baby-hedgehog, hanging onto big sister Maria’s every word, and her playful mischief got him into all sorts of trouble. Siblings life. One’s the bad influence, but they both end up getting yelled at.
Gerald might be grumpy, but he's a loving grandfather.
U guys know that cowboy sonic poster,
I wanted to draw him (⬆️) interacting with others ocs, but I just have one more... Anyone want to participate?
Bang
One more thing this clothing is from Brasil, "cangaço", i really don't wanna see "oh don't romanticize them cuz......." type shit in the comments
I am Suheila, a mother of five children: Shukri, Widad, Saja, Farah, and Mira. Our lives have turned into a nightmare after our home was completely and permanently destroyed. Our house, which once represented safety and a future for us, is now just a pile of rubble. The walls have collapsed, the roofs have fallen, and everything around us has turned into debris. We no longer have a place to go, and all our memories and hopes are lost.
After our home was destroyed, we have been living on the street in a small tent, at the mercy of difficult circumstances. We have no shelter, no protection from the cold, and every passing day deepens our suffering. My husband, Shadi, who was a fisherman, has lost his source of livelihood completely. His fishing boat was bombed and destroyed, leaving him with nothing. What was once our means of survival is now just wreckage in the sea, and he cannot return to work.
We are in desperate need of your help to provide food and the basic necessities of life. Every day that passes in these harsh conditions increases our suffering. We kindly ask that you stand by us in this hardship and help us lessen our pain, so we can continue to survive.
Additionally, my husband was injured during the war, which has worsened his health and further impacted his ability to work. Now, we are in a situation we cannot endure—without income, without shelter, and without any hope for the future.🇵🇸🇵🇸
Hello,,
My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.
Beloved of my heart (Bakr)
Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.
My House before...
Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..
The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.
Our beautiful memories.. :(
We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.
Baker used to play with his dog.
Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
With deepest gratitude,
Ashraf & the Family
Today we are suffering from famine in the southern Gaza Strip after the price of a bag of flour has become $300, which is a very high price that we cannot afford. We have been without any financial income since the beginning of the war. Help me feed my children and my family. Help me convey my voice to every free person. The hardest word you can hear. Of your children I'm hungry
❤️🖤🤍💚❤️🖤🤍💚❤️🖤🤍💚❤️🖤🤍💚
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Kids fighting
Kids crying
And then, maybe they will be friends
This kid had style
THIS DRAWING WAS MADE 700 YEARS AGO BY A 7-YEARS-OLD BOY NAMED ONFIM WHO LIVED IN NOVOGROD.