The Aftermath...

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home. No food. No clean water. No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

*Comes back to see what the Stone would do with it * 👀

*Puts down a Skipp plush on the ground and walks away*

He takes it and runs away with it. What’ll he do with it? No one knows…

DANG IT I MEANT STONE AND VINNIE

Hi I made a Skipp theory 🍎:3

Ohh?????

Okay so I’m almost done with the ramshackle comic, I’m sorry if it took to long but I’m pretty sure it’s almost finished, I will most likely make a part two of the comic to basically show more Alice’s and Skipp’s friendship

OKAY SO EITHER TOMORROW OR ON WEDNESDAY ILL START MAKING THE COMIC! It’ll most likely be short but I only drew Skipp one time so it’s best that I practice drawing him

Gideon: (To Stone): *A bit muffled due to the bandages* Bitch ass? Really? I’ve been called worse…

Alice: Okay bro-bro time to do that apology!

Gideon: *Muffled* I’m sorry that I shot you on half of your face… I should’ve shot you all over your face-

Alice: Okay! We go now bye! Ima go find that pretty costume!

Gideon: *Muffled* Sis go call your boy toy to hire that doctor to fix my face

Alice: on it!

The aftermath...

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My children have not learned since the beginning of the war on Gaza! We lost everything we owned in a second, what is their fault when they love education? Please support them in education and continuing the educational process. Can we register them before the end of this semester with your support? Please do not hesitate to support, and share my campaign with your friends. May God bless you.

I don’t know if I can do anything just yet since I don’t usually get these type of things, but don’t worry I wanna try to help out no matter what

Please for the people who are seeing this, please share or support

🙏

Me: *Watching some vids*

My weird mind: hey, let’s post your oc’s here

Me: sure why not

These two are my favorite trauma rats

So how’s everyone doing today?

Alice: My brother thought it’ll be funny… I just wanted to know where he got the costume because it was pretty…

Gideon: *meanwhile is in a wheelchair being forced to apologize*

The aftermath...

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