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Story written by @rumiandroses
A little boy in Gaza is fighting for his life from severe respiratory issues. He needs a $1500 operation to survive—an unimaginable amount for a family living under such dire circumstances. Majd's parents are fighting for their son’s chance at survival. The hospital has no other treatment available, and time is running out. Please, if you can, consider donating to the GoFundMe campaign organized by Majd's father, Youseff, to help save his son’s life. Even a small amount can make a huge difference. If you’re unable to donate, sharing his story can bring more visibility and increase the chances of reaching their goal. Let’s come together as a community to help this family in their time of need.
Images: (Top) Ahmed Al-Dhani, aged fifteen. (Bottom) Ahmed and the Al-Dhani family.
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Story written by @rumiandroses
Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister
are they… yknow… each others default partner when their usual companion isn’t present?
God forbid a man participates in his national sport 🙄🙄
"Le repos du fakir" (2003), Stéphane Argillet and Gilles Paté
“Israel is committing genocide.” Yes. They are. But so is the US. The US is 100% complicit in this, and Israel would not have been able to do as much without the help of the US. I’m disgusted to be living in a country that is complicit in the literal MURDER of civilians. Men, women, children, elderly, families. All dead because of Israel AND the US. This needs to STOP.
Plot: It's just Mulan (1998) but with some story and character changes. Yuu/MC is Mulan and so on and so on. I haven't fully figured out who would be Shang in this but I know it's between Silver and Sebek as Malleus is the Emperor in this fic. Anyway, enough of my ramblings...
Prologue
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The guard notices the ink dripping down the walls, ink so dark you could see your reflection in it. If you are a fool, you wouldn’t think twice about it.
“Help” he yells alerting the others standing watch.
“We’re under attack!” Suddenly a rush of ink came crashing down and tried to drown the watchmen. In their dying breaths, they lit fires alerting the land that they were now here.