🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
Hellooo, I just wanna ask if you write on sukuna? Cuz I just thought like what if there’s a Dorm Mate! Sukuna? 🤯🤓 He’s like dorm mate gojo but more meaner?¿ and more protective?¿ and like yuji will be like geto in those scenes lol (just a thought heh~ ✨)
A/N: AHHH I had so much fun with this idea!! Thank you for this!! Unfortunately I don’t think this will become a series but hope you enjoy! <3
Dorm mate! Sukuna is rude, arrogant and never cleans up after himself.
The only reason you and Yuuji haven’t kicked him out yet is because he picks you up from college with his car.
Although it’d help if he stopped revving his engine at you and catcalling you as you approach the car 💀
He doesn’t ask, but rather demands you to make him breakfast, claiming you should ‘make yourself useful to him’
But then he gets jealous when you make breakfast for Yuuji too, throwing Yuuji’s plate on the floor out of bitter envy 💀
ALWAYS walks around the dorm shirtless with grey joggers. Mostly because he’s trying to fluster you. He knows you like the tattoos littered across his chiselled abs and broad shoulders ;)
He’s so messy and useless, he never helps with the chores, instead he’ll fake fuck you from behind when you bending over to clean something
Also slaps your butt to piss you off
Arguments with him will never last long because you’re cut off when he starts angrily pulling your hair or bending you over the counter, threatening to ‘fuck the rudeness’ out of you
Manspreads on all the chairs as if he owns the entire place.
Well… he does pay your share of the rent sometimes, so I guess he kinda does…
Yeah, Sukuna may seem like an asshole, but his soft spot for you is undeniable.
Only reason he picks you up from college is because he wants to personally make sure you make it back safe.
He only dyed his hair pink after finding out Yuuji was being bullied for his pink hair, threatening everyone into silence.
And he’s now feared across the college after he beat up a bunch of frat boys that were harassing you <3
Sluttiest thing a man can do is say “Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra, I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the traditions of our house. Give me Rhaenyra to wife and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory.” while lying on the floor like a sad wet cat
Hey there 🌍💙 I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard. 🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness. 💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed. @nasergz Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨
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mr. fucking you with your ankles at your ears.
mr. “oh you’re crying? what is my dick too good baby? is it driving you crazy baby?”
EREN, BAKUGOU, TSUKISHIMA, ATSUMU, DABI, GOJO, SAKUNA, ISSAC F. SHUJI, OIKAWA, RIN, (SHIGARAKI)
My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced. 🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed. 🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.
But how do you rebuild a life when there’s nothing left to start with?
🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope. Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in. I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.
🙏 Will you help us rebuild? Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
Hello, I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿 I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏 💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship. Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨ @abedmajeed
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I loved this moment a lot 💕
i also relieved my stress after reading that gnf fic
it makes everyone relax
My kids need you Remmeber this. 💔🚨
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Those are my two littles. All I need for them to live a good life away from wars and famine.
I'm strong with your support. You can do it and make me read my goal.
Here we are waiting for food and this is so humiliating for us. Food here is not available and everything is so expinsive.
Also Eid El Fitr is coming and we need to buy new cloths for us to celebrate our Eid.
You can donate here