Hello stop please help us
I am Nour, a Palestinian girl from Gaza. I am 5 years old. We were displaced from our home after the occupation bombed. We were displaced to southern Gaza. I, my father, my mother, and my grandmother, who also lives with us.
I saw the ravages of death on the way to the south, where I had to walk long distances on my feet .....
After arriving in southern Gaza, we saw all forms of suffering. After living in a tent for 8 months, we do not have any necessities for life. My sisters and I suffer from illness and weight loss due to malnutrition and lack of it. There is no source of livelihood for my father, who lost his job there in Gaza.
We need your help and support to provide a better life for me and my family🍉🍉
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Journalist Moataz Mustafa Al-Ghafri, his wife, and his son, Joud, were martyred as a result the IOF targeting their car, north of Gaza City. He is the 128th journalist to be martyred in Gaza since October 7th.
Glory to the martyrs.
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Bitches be like ‘I’m so tired and sleepy’ and then stay up doing hyperfixtation shit for the next 5 hours
in light of israel's looming invasion on rafah, south africa implored the icj to call for the protection of palestinians with new preliminary orders. the icj denied this request, insisting that its january orders would be sufficient enough in ensuring the safety of people residing in rafah.
we have all seen how israel responded to the icj verdict earlier this month. they have all but intensified their attacks on palestinians, their favorite of whom seem to be children. this will end in a bloodbath. palestinians, already malnourished and living in literal tents, will be bombarded, they will be shot, they will be slaughtered. and when i say palestinians, a lot of them are actual toddlers. the videos coming out of this are proof enough.
at this point, it has been made amply clear that palestinians will never experience safety in their own homeland. a lot of the families in gaza are trying to raise funds to get out of it, because there's nowhere left to go.
there is nowhere left to go. if these people don't get the funds necessary to escape, they will die.
it's vital that you go to operation olive branch's spreadsheet, choose a family that resonates with you, and donate as much as you can to their gofundme. every last dollar counts. one dollar could be the difference between life and death for a family. please don't fall victim to the bystander effect. your contribution counts, however little it may be. and whether you're able to donate or not, spread this to as many people as you can. each second we stay silent is a second an entire family is brutally massacred.
My entire twitter feed is people in Rafah saying they’re terrified, saying their good byes, and asking us to remember them in our prayers. Rafah is facing a massacre. It’s a genocide. We will not know the number of deaths until the morning.
@sapphicxslvt asked: Hi elii, I would like to make a request that I oh so desperately need. I would like to request a sleeping fic where mc cough me cough finally actually gets some damn sleep. I'm talking good zzz's. Drooling out the mouth sleep, stuck in a coma type of sleep. So sleep that if I… I mean mc,, is getting their arm chopped off by a damn machete I would,,,,,,I mean MC would never know. Thank you very much ♡(´。•ㅅ•。`)
Sleep bitch ^ with love ofc
MC is tired. They're very tired. The only thing they can look at is their bed. Dodging a very asleep Mammon on the floor, MC dives into their bed.
The pillows. The comforter. It's warm and inviting. And yet, MC pulls out their phone, opening it to check their messages. Of course, because the life of someone as important as MC can not stand to take a break.
Opening a message from Lucifer, it talked about wanting to go out with them tomorrow.
MC sighed, before hitting their keyboard. Only for the message to end with a bunch of random letters, and to send to Lucifer.
The phone fell to the floor, but MC doesn't bother even trying to grab it. They don't even notice it falling.
MC's body is still on their bed. There is a line of drool coming from their open mouth. They'll get a dry throat from sleeping with their mouth open.
Wait.
They're sleeping. MC is... sleeping.
Finally.
A good nights rest is all MC needs. Just... to recuperate.
Lucifer was worried when he got the response from MC. He first texted them, asking them to respond.
No response.
Then he called them. Surely MC had to pick up the phone, he was the strongest demon in the whole of the Devildom, after all.
No response.
The only logical thing to do next was to go directly to MC's room. So, to the room he went.
Passing the kitchen, Lucifer knocked on the door of MC’s room.
“MC, open up.” He said behind the door.
No response.
Lucifer loses his patience. Opening the door, he found MC on their bed asleep. He also found Mammon on the floor in a starfish position. Walking over to MC, he tapped them lightly on the shoulder.
"MC, are you alright?" He asked.
No response.
"Mammon," He turned and nudged his younger brother with his foot. "MC hasn't woken up, I have called once and came inside to wake them up, but they won't budge."
"...Hah?"
A few minutes later, all of the brothers were in MC's room. They still hadn't woken up.
Satan had come to the conclusion that MC was either dead or in a coma. Both of those completely freaked everyone out.
But Belphie’s the Avatar of Sloth, right? Shouldn’t he tell his brothers that MC was asleep?
He likes drama. 💀
The only thing that slightly calmed down the demons was MC's arm moving to cover their face.
"MC!" Mammon practically yelled.
No response.
No response, no response, no response.
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MC was sleeping rather well.
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