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A little side crush

this is my third redraw and my really proud of this art piece, i did :)

1st. Apr 23 2022 , 2st. Dec 29 2023,

3rd. Nov 25 2024

(wow that's definitely a glow up😨💥💥)

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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Welcome to the story of a young man who struggles and fights for survival💔

This is a picture that means a lot to me. I am Jihad Al-Hamaida. I am 17 years old. I am a young man whose life has been completely destroyed and torn apart. Every day I ask myself, "How long?" Isn't what has been happening to us for more than 18 months enough? I swear to you that I am fighting and wrestling with the world in order to survive. Every second I live, I fight myself and my body. Do you know that in this war, I am not alone? I am fighting for my family, whom I am trying with all my might to defend and be a support because my father was injured at the beginning of the war. My mother was pregnant. My brother's son has a disability in his body. His condition often gets worse, but I am still struggling to get us out of the Gaza Strip with the wounded. We will be accompanying my father and brother. In order to do that, we have to collect a lot of money so that we can get out now. I have a lot of hope to get out of this nightmare that we have been living for a long time. Donating for me means saving me from the war. I cannot wait much longer, as I trust you with your support. You are the light that I need. Your donation will save us. Your donation will save an

entire family full of stories

These photos are from before October 7th. These photos can be repeated again. We can fight to restore these laughs. We can restore the dreams, ambitions, and life of my family. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine that you can bring that back just by sharing my story and donating for me? My love is priceless, and my family's life has no specific price, but this was imposed by society in these painful circumstances. I will not explain to you how many people I lost. I will not tell you that my house has become a ruin. I will not tell you that the stone factory was destroyed. I will not tell you that we suffer from the cold. I will not tell you that I tremble with fear every night. I will not tell you how difficult it is to provide some food. I will not tell you how many diseases I have contracted. This is all just some of the suffering that has become just an image that you see, but you do not know how painful it is to live it. I am in front of you, screaming with all my energy. At this moment, I am screaming to you with all my energy. Donate, spread the word, fight for me. I need a lot of strength from you to live again. This stupid program is deleting my accounts, so I am tired of this matter. Please help me before it is too late🥹😭

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HELP A FAMILY IN 🍉🍉 - VETTED FUNDRAISER!!

HELLO EVERYONE!! I would like to share with you a campaign for a family in need. @hanangaza needs donations and has reached out to me, asking for help. I would like to ask you all to visit the account and interact with it. Help get the message out. Please message people, reblog, share, post.... use your account to help get this out there!!

The people in Gaza has not stopped suffering, even after the ceasefire. They are still displaced, suffering with lack or essentials and aid. The cost of living has become very expensive and they have no income. Please imagine yourself in their situation, you wouldn't like to live like that, so why should they?? Here you can help a fellow human being out. The most effective way to support a campaign is by donating!! So if you are able to donate please show your kindness here;

Your donations mean alot more than you think, even 5 dollars will count. Fundraisers are a group effort, so please do your part. Any contributions make a difference, what you may spend on something totally unnecessary will help a family keep warm and safe. Please help feed a family in need, be a glimmer of hope.

Thank you.

This is my oc, Kandi Godiva and Her Alter-ego, SugarDevil! With her super power, Sugar Rush, when she gets stronger, she operates on cartoon logic.

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