I am Jalal from Gaza π΅πΈ My wife, my child and I lived a wonderful and exciting life. We wore the most beautiful clothes, Muhammad wore the most beautiful clothes, we played with the most beautiful toys and went to the most beautiful restaurants π in our small city
. After two years of a wonderful life with my wife and my child π§βπΌ Muhammad, I received good news about the arrival of a new baby. He was happy and joyful with my new baby and we prepared clothes and toys for him to welcome our new baby. Until this greedy, deadly war came on October 7 and destroyed our house π‘ that I suffered to build and we were displaced several times from one place to another until we were forced to move to the southern Gaza Strip. From here, a new story began in the tents and streets where we slept and which were filled with rats. A month and a half after the war, on 11/23/2023, my wife went to Al-Awda Hospital in the midst of the heavy shelling to give birth to our new baby.
In the hospital, my wife left an hour after giving birth due to the intense pressure in the hospital. It was midnight when I left in extreme fear and terror. I was likely not to see my newborn and my wife due to the heavy bombing that night. Thank God, my wife came with my little boy who did not know that he was going to a canvas tent βΊ on the street instead of the warm, refreshing house where his brother Mohammed lived before him. The weather was very cold β for my newborn whose body could not bear the hardships of this life.
There were no clothes for my newborn until charitable people donated clothes for him to wear and bought used clothes because new clothes are expensive to protect him from the extreme cold. After 5 months, the summer month came, which began a new story with my child, as my newborn was suffering from convulsions due to the extreme high temperature in the tents. Please help me get out of this bombing and destruction, so I hope to help rebuild what was destroyed to protect my family and children from this war. Please help us. I trust you, our people, that you will not return me broken-hearted. Thank you.
im thinking.,.,.
thinking VERY hard
Spider-man and the Moon Knight system, aka the poly ship we never knew we needed
america's sweetheart olympian π₯
π΅πΈπ« free Palestine
Are your humanity and feelings enough?
We are dying of hunger and we don't get food and you are just watching us
What are you waiting for?
Help feed my family.ππ΅πΈππ
Donate even a little and don't just stand and watch from afar.
Share and donate link β¬οΈπ
https://gofund.me/9da3ac22
Is it me, or does the new hero in overwatch look meh after all the hype? I was expecting him to look like venom or something π
Hanzo having visceral pain to Lifeweaver's optimism but simultaenously wanting to be railed so hard by him
like. I love thinking about Hanzo denying himself just, joy.
He pulls away from it so hard, pushes it away when he hears laughter, feels a smile bloom near him, when the weight starts to lift. Because why does he deserve that yet? There's many times where he thinks (knows) he won't ever deserve it, so joy is plucked right out of his life, smothered by the comfort of sorrow, shame, regret.
It's a weight that's he's so used to, that whenever even a thread gets pulled, and it starts to unwind, he loses his balance, feet slipping, arrows missing, heart skipping that beat as he tries to swallow.
Niran is joy and laughter and fun, everything he's not allowed-
-but he's everything he wants.
Hanzo wonders if the first time he touches Niran he'll burn.
A wip of my three favorite characters right now β¨π
I ain't drawing allat π
I have you archer πΉ
I draw, but rarely post Check out my friend doodlejsterβΌοΈπ£οΈ https://www.tumblr.com/doodlejester?source=share π¦₯
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