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If you are a citizen in the EU please sign this petition:
☆ I'VE BEEN GOOD SIR, SO VERY VERY GOOD, FOR WHAT !? /lyr
★ TYSM 4 1K HOLY SHIT !!! RULEZ BELOWWW ^_^
★ must be a follower
★ tag the original artist (me)
★ use the host'z hashtag or tagz [ #KILLZDTIYS1K ]
★ okay to change the pose/colorz/lighting with minimal design alterationz.
★ follow the deadline ! u guyz have until June 15th
★ nothing gory or nsfw. no tracing, stealing, or ai either ‼️
★ use any art medium, but digital art is encouraged.
★ as previously stated, you have until JUNE 15TH. until then, i'll post the resultz + there will be 1st, 2nd, & 3rd winnerz ! unfortunately there aren't any prizez, since this is just for fun x]
★ have fun !! :3
persona/skelesona (killz) belongz to me ^_^
killer sans belongz to rahafwabas
lyricz : Disobedient - Steven Universe ft. Kate Micucci
I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.
My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.
This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.
A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.
We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.
It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.
My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.
"Trapped Dreams"
https://gofund.me/409f63bb
In a small corner of Gaza, where the lights fade and darkness falls, Mahmoud sat alone, thinking. He was a young man like any other, dreaming of a better future, a safe home, and a job that would provide him and his family with a decent life. But the dream turned into a nightmare, and life into a daily struggle for survival.
Mahmoud's family, which includes 43 members, lived under the burden of siege and war. They lost their homes, and watched their dreams fade before their eyes. Every day was a new challenge, searching for a living amidst the lack of water and electricity, and the fear of bombing that could come at any moment.
"I saw hope in the eyes of my children, but the siege was taking it away from them little by little," Mahmoud says sadly. "They wanted to play in the streets, and go to school, but all that surrounded them was destruction and fear."
Mahmoud's dream now is simple, to get his family out of this hell, and to start a new life in a safe place. But the costs of migration are high, and far beyond their means.
Noha is a story of courage and determination. She reminds us that disability is not a barrier, and that anything is possible if you are determined enough.
“We need your help,” Mahmoud says, his voice trembling. “We need a chance to build a better future for our children.”
Happy Holidays but keep us in your thoughts
📢🚨 If you ignore this, you are condemning Adam to death 🚑🚨
Your donation may save Adam from death
Adam will enjoy health and wellness if you provide him with his food and medicine 🙏💔🫂❣️
While the world celebrates the new year with lights, joy, and warmth, we in Gaza are trapped in darkness and terror. No decorations, no festivities—only the deafening roar of planes and bombings shattering the silence of our nights.
In fragile tents and broken shelters, we fight to survive the biting cold and the devastation that surrounds us. The rain seeps through, the wind cuts deep, and yet, somehow, we cling to hope.
You are our last lifeline—don’t leave us to face this nightmare alone. Your kindness can be the light that breaks through this darkness and the warmth that saves us from despair.
Even a small donation—€5 or €10—could mean food for a child, warmth for a family, or a glimpse of safety in this endless fear.
Please, don’t turn away. Help us. Your support is the only thing standing between us and the abyss
Donate here to save my family and bring a glimmer of hope amidst this darkness
Don't Skip please 🤚🛑
Hello everyone I'm Yousef, I'm afather of a sick son, he suffers from shortness of breath and needs continuous treatment,
I live in very hard and bad situation in the tent, because of the war I lost everything my father, my house and my job,so please stand with us and donate to us to escape from war and secure medical treatment for son
My link donation
Thanks 🙏🍉
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I apologize to you, my friends, for this scene, but I wanted to document to you its meaning, Samir, the situation he is living in, and the compelling circumstances that made him helpless and broken, as he faced this fate at the beginning of his life. I ask you to stand with me and provide assistance and donations to save his life as soon as possible and enable him to purchase important medicines. To keep your feet in good condition while you're going to travel
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In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.
Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.
And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.
The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.
Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.
We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.
Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.
With deepest gratitude,
Dr. Farhat's Family
As of December 15, Reem has still not met her short-term goal of $5,000.
If she cannot raise the money she needs, her family will be separated, some escaping Gaza and the rest stuck there & in danger. She has five children; the youngest is only 2 years old.
Let’s get her to $5,000 by New Years. That’s just over $50 a day to meet the goal.
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