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There is no childhood in Gaza 💔
At this time, children are usually on summer vacation, playing in the streets and going to the beach to swim. But this does not happen in Gaza. The occupation kills children in cold blood in front of their families because they demand their right to play like other children in the world. What injustice? You are my last hope. Our children want to go to school and live in peace and security
How can you help our children? This is done by donating, publishing the campaign, sharing it with friends, and reblogging. Thanks for helping us
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"I am Najwa, a mother of three children: Yazan, Fadi and Ahmed. I used to live in Gaza, own a house that I consider my heaven, and work as a teacher. But the war left me with nothing; I lost my job😭😭 and had to flee with my family.
In search of safety, I have only one dream: to keep them safe.😭😭😭
We lived in my family's house, until November 12, 2024, a day I will never forget as long as I live. It was a day like the Day of Judgment; 😭 Our house was bombed, and turned into rubble. We were screaming from the rubble, our voices filling the place, until the ambulances came.
Alive. My children got out unharmed, my husband suffered a facial injury, but the tragedy was greater; my husband lost 11 members of his family, while others escaped with wounds that would not heal.
We are here, we may have survived physically, but our souls are still under the rubble, and we are still fighting the struggle of life every day. After we removed some of the rubble, we found no place to take refuge except to set up a tent in front of the house, to live in it among the remains of our memories.
In the midst of war, time passes unbearably slowly, and fear, sadness, and hope mix. I wake up every day to the sounds of explosions and the smell of smoke. I don’t know if my day will start with calm or with a journey in search of safety among the sounds of
It's not an ordinary life; it's a struggle for survival, where the simplest things become difficult. In this place, dreams fade away and become just a distant thought, and all I think about is that the day passes peacefully. I hope to help me and my family to stay aliveness.
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Call for Help 🆘🚨
Support a Mother's Struggle for Her Children 🇵🇸
Dear friends,
My name is Nasreen, a 37-year-old mother of four: Leila (13), Amal (8), Mohamed (4), and baby Samaa (1). We are a family of seven, living in Gaza with my ailing mother and my brother Islam. After losing my children's father, I became their sole provider, striving to offer them safety and a decent life amidst the devastation.
We lost our home, and our current shelter offers no protection from the cold. My children, who used to laugh and play, now suffer from fear and hunger. We lack food, milk for baby Samaa, diapers, warm clothing, and medication for my mother. My brother does his best to support us, but job opportunities are almost nonexistent, and we survive on scarce aid that barely meets our basic needs.
I now turn to you in a moment of desperation, asking for your help. Your support can provide my family with warmth, food, and hope. If you cannot donate, please share our story so it may reach those who can help us.
Thank you for standing by us in our darkest times 🙏❤️
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Flour today is the dream of every person living in the Gaza Strip.
If you knew that your donation today could save mother's life or protect a child from hunger...would you hesitate?
The price of flour today is 500 euros per bag, so your donation enables me to buy it and feed our children.
I will donate now without hesitation so that you and your family can live in peace
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Peace be upon you
I am Massa and my name means jewel. I am from the completely destroyed city of Gaza. I was displaced with my family to Deir al-Balah in the central region....
My family, consisting of many children, young people and the elderly, live in tents in a very miserable situation with a lack of all the necessities of human life....
The elderly in my family need medication on a regular basis, which is not available, and if available, it is very expensive....
We have been living in tents for more than a year, winter is coming, the tent is worn out, and we are sleeping in the cold and frost...
We are in a very miserable situation. Diseases and epidemics have spread among us...
We are in dire need of donations to get out of this miserable situation and buy food, medicine, winter clothes and prepare the tent for winter...
We would not have asked for donations if it were not for the dire need. We were safe in our homes before the genocide...
Note : Children need psychological support due to extreme fear
In the name of humanity, support my family.
BASHFUL DAWN
Xavier is exhausted after fighting against Soren and reliving his past. You try to help. [XAVIER X READER FLUFF]
THIS POST CONTAINS: Xavier X gender neutral reader, angst, fluff, Xavier is implied to have self-esteem issues, talking about feelings, cuddling and snuggling, my take on "Voyage of the Outcast" story chapter.
Enjoy.
BASHFUL DAWN
After the report of the college incident and the device left by Soren, Xavier had been missing from your life. The last day you two spoke seemed like a dream now, when he promised he would tell you everything.
Xavier always lies. Bile rises to your throat right after you wake up in the morning, plagued by the memories of your (boy)friend. Even though Xavier lived literally on the floor above yours, it seemed an invisible wall had been put between you.
You knocked on his door the following afternoon, but no response. You hadn't seem him in the Hunters Association for work either, Captain Jenna's brow furrowed in concern, but brushing it off like a "well earned rest". When you left the apartment to feed the stray cat, there was already a bowl of food in its telltale place. You visit Philos, inquiring poor Jeremiah to where his friend might have been. The man was sweating cold, saying he didn't know. Things reaching a breaking point when you visited your garden, the one you saved from a Wanderer oh so long ago.
It really felt like he was gone from your life, barely any signal of life to say he was there at all.
After a few days of trying to pick yourself up (Tara truly was a wonderful friend to hear your rants and watch your comfort movies), you see a familiar bedhead leaving a convenience store with five bowls of hotpot in hand.
"Xavier?" His lustrous blond hair was now matted and lifeless. His blue, shiny eyes did not reflect any light anymore, and his lovely white sweater, the one you stole and wore so many times, was almost falling from his shoulders.
He looked terrible.
"Hi." He says, still not meeting your gaze. You wanted to yell, scream, grab him by his arms and ask where the hell he has been. Even so, seeing him like this made your anger deflate like a sad balloon. "Are you okay?" You ask.
Xavier lifts his head, shocked. Guess he wasn't expecting that reaction either. "I was the one who ghosted you. I'm the one who is supposed to be making amends." He concludes and falls silent again. "I'm sorry. I keep messing up."
This version of your lover was nothing short of terrible. You had never seem him look so defeated. "Why didn't you reply to me texts? My calls? I dropped by your place so many times." Street lights and car honks were all around you, but you coudn't find yourself to care. In fact, your world seemed just too quiet.
"Let's go to my place. I guess I owe you an explanation." No more words were exchanged during the walk, and maybe you prefered it that way. The last thing you want is to make a fuss in front of the whole building.
The inside of Xavier's apartment was messy. Some dirty dishes here and there, unfinished books scattered around and no calm music playing. His trustworthy cleaning robot, the one he would not stop talking about a while back, layed gathering dust in a corner. The entire place seemed pretty much unrecognizable.
Xavier put some water to boil for his hotpots and sat beside you on the fluffly couch. "The first thing I should do is apologize. No one should go missing like that, especially after what we went through." You hum. A sign for him to keep going. "I tought things would be better if I tried to solve them by myself. No matter what, I want you to be safe. And happy."
"What makes you think I don't want to be part of this? Of finding things out with you?" You squish his face gently between your hands. He goes limp in your hold, content. "It's dangerous, and I don't even know if my plan will work at all."
"If you tell me what the plan is, then I can help you." You say matter-of-factly and raise a brow. Xavier's face scrunches and he laughs. His voice was a little hoarse, but beautiful as always. How you missed that.
"What do I have to say to make you understand we are in this together? Don't think you're getting rid of me so easily." He closes the distance between you, holding all of your body close against his. "I would never want to get rid of you."
Your lovely silence was interrupted by the sound of metal clanking against each other and the smell of something burning. "Xavier! The water for the hotpot!" You both look at each other with newfound horror before sprinting to the kitchen.
Some things never change.
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The hotpots were delicious, even if you scolded him for eating instant food for a week straight. You both made a promise to clean the apartment on the following day and start putting things in order. Slowly.
"Thank you for being here. And not being mad." You think a little before replying. "I am mad, I won't deny. But I also like you a lot and don't want to lose what we have. If you promise me to be more open about what you want and what you need, we'll be alright."
"Okay. I'll try." Xavier takes a deep breath. "I love you." Thank goodness your boyfriend didn't have a phone right now, because your face was priceless: eyes open and mouth agape. "I love you too."
You two end up sharing a bed that night. His room was messy like the rest of the house, but you promised to fix it in the morning. As so, all the lights were turned off and you hugged Xavier from under the covers. Everything seemed alright in the world.
When the sun arrived the next morning, you two were still holding each other close. No matter how dark the night, there would always be stars to guide the way, and the morning would surely arrive. You hold Xavier a little tighter and drift back to sleep.
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My baby! Their name is Noctem for now, but it is not definitive.
Please help❤️🙏
Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.
But suddenly, everything changed. The war swept through our city like a relentless storm. In a single night, my home became just a memory, and the city I once knew crumbled before my eyes. The sound of planes and shells became the only thing people could hear. We tried to find shelter, a safe place to hide our dreams and lives, but the war followed us wherever we went.
We were forced to leave everything behind—the house, the memories, and even the university. We became displaced, homeless, with no destination, just trying to survive. I walked with my family through unfamiliar roads, searching for a place to take us in, trying to escape danger, running from one explosion to the next, from one ruin to another.
The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.
I ask for your help, humbly. I can't get out of these circumstances on my own. The donations you gather will help me travel to a safe place where I can continue my studies and start a new life away from war and fear. The amount I'm asking for is the key to a new life, to the dream of becoming strong again and one day helping my family and community.
Help me rebuild my life and become the person I dreamed of being. Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards safety, a step towards a better future.
Thank you for reading my words. Many thanks and respect to you
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I don't know how to explain but Rafayel is such fanfic material
You two going on an exibition together, help him choose things and give valuable imput on his art?
Also defending him from paparazzi and going for ice cream after?!
Dating this man is a literal romance movie plot and I love this for us
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I'm Apricity and welcome to my blog! I post mainly about Love And Deepspace and I main Xavier and Caleb.
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