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Please help me rebulid my Bakery

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I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

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I am Hanan from devastated Gaza, married and a mother of three children. Lana, 10 years old, Abdel Karim, 7 years old, and Adam 2. Before October 7, my husband had clothing stores before the war, but the war destroyed the stores. I want you to help me so that I, my husband, and my children once again were displaced dozens of times, and my house was completely destroyed. There is no life, no food, no drink. A tired life. Very🥹🥹. They are my three children. All my life, I do everything possible to protect them from constant bombing. It is very difficult to provide them with food and drink.

This is my house that was bombed, and thank God we miraculously survived the bombing

My husband has lost his source of income. We have no source of income at all. Please help me for the sake of my children. Please, your donations are very important to provide food and drink and protect them from war. I am not asking for much. Donate the price of a cup of coffee. This is not difficult for you. Thank you, my friends.

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The compassion leaving people's bodies as soon as someone's mental illness gives them violent tendencies

I was meant to be a street corner doomsday preacher but I don't like public speaking so instead I just have anxiety

Me not giving a fuck

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