My dear friend, 🌹
Welcome, I hope you are well. 🙏
I am writing to kindly ask for your support in reblogging my pinned post on my page❤🙏.
My name is Inas Imad from Gaza, and I am married and also pregnant with my first child. I may lose my child due to extreme hunger and the lack of medicine.
The situation is very dangerous in Gaza
In short, there are no minimum necessities for human life here. The situation is catastrophic and devastates humanity. Famine is intensifying, poverty is intensifying, goods are running out, and the danger of bombing is all around us.😟
I appeal to you and seek your help to share our story and our suffering through your pages, and to provide us with support and concern.🙏
My fetus is in danger and I need medications and needles to complete my pregnancy،This is my first child after three years of trying to get pregnant😭😭
Thank you very much.
Inas Imad from Gaza
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #425 )✅️🇵🇸🇵🇸
Campaign link🔗⬇️
https://gofund.me/ba6c3d2b
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Welcome, my friend.
I write to you as if I'm screaming from the depths of hell, my being torn apart by grief every moment. I am here in the hospital, watching my child struggle between the mists of life and death, clinging to a ventilator that has become like a rope tying me to him, tearing at my heart with every weak beat.
Words fail to describe the pain I feel, and I realize the cruelty imposed on us by the circumstances. The doctor, with his broken voice, told me that my child's life was on the brink of collapse, and that if the surgery was not performed immediately and the $2,650 cost paid, his ventilator would be removed, and he would plunge into the darkness of death, never to return. How can I bear to watch my child lose the sparkle of life from his eyes, while the suffering in my body and soul increases?
I ask you, with all your strength, to extend a helping hand in these difficult moments that cannot wait. Please save my child, restore to him a glimmer of hope in this world where fate has treated us so harshly. No matter how small the amount, no matter how many words or contributions, they can be the bridge that keeps us away from this dark end.
I know words cannot bear the weight of this pain, but I beg you from the bottom of my broken heart to help, before my child's candle is extinguished and my soul sinks into the clutches of despair.
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Adult Tim learns he appearently has a time traveling, dimension hopping, clone son named Danny who keeps evading Red Hood and Damian and leading them on wild goose chases for fun.
After confirming he was not de aged and he had a solid alibi for the past four days and the blood they had managed to snag from the kid (don't ask how) showed signs of cloning shenanigans did they finally agree on what to do.
Which is why they had the kid tied up like a mummy sitting on the couch in one of Red Hoods safe houses trying to explain to this very sassy teen that they had no intentions to harm him and just wanted to keep him safe and give him a normal life.
This, however, made Danny panic and phase out of his bindings before throwing a smoke bomb on the ground and yelling, "I'M NOT GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!!!" in the same way people talk about prison before escaping.
Red Hood looked Red Robin directly in the eyes before saying, "That one is definitely yours."
Stitchwraith: Worlds oldest haunted house has passed away at the age of 207.
Blood Moon: Let’s get it pregnant again.
Eclipse: I think you have a fundamental misunderstanding of...maybe everything actually.
Harvest Moon: No no they could be onto something here.
Harvest Moon: What's the worst that could happen? Worth a shot.
Harvest Moon: Ah. splanters. In and on my penas. And yeah they're haunted.
Silly animation ✨
Another Snapcube animatic
"Oh you had a plague? Come back to us when you had a World War, brand new unconventional weapons, and a new international order."
Part 182 of my bakery “enemies” au!
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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
just random things I find none of it belongs to me age:20. if you ask me things I might send long answers or simple small things. I get anxious and don't want to be seen as rude or annoying sending too much or too little
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