I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.
I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.
Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.
Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.
An airstrike hit our neighborhood.
Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔
We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.
Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.
Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.
It doesn’t shield us from the cold.
It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.
Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.
I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.
I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.
I am Alaa😓.
I don’t ask for much.
Just a chance to live with dignity again.
Just a moment of mercy.
If you hear me… if you feel my pain…
🌸Please help us🌸🙏.
Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.
From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.
I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.
I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.
Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.
Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.
An airstrike hit our neighborhood.
Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔
We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.
Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.
Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.
It doesn’t shield us from the cold.
It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.
Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.
I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.
I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.
I am Alaa😓.
I don’t ask for much.
Just a chance to live with dignity again.
Just a moment of mercy.
If you hear me… if you feel my pain…
🌸Please help us🌸🙏.
Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.
From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.
i never finished this cause i lost motivation but I like to think they also fell out of lockers
(Beep boop seperates and stuff below cut):
Is the hnk fandom on here??? I recently watched it but I still have to read the manga
Btw I made this into gold foil keychains and stickers and they’ll be on my Etsy soulcatproducts soon 👀
happy birthday kaito!
oumota tv girl colors except it starts out with kokichi being the colder bluer color and kaito being the pinker magenta purple color but slowly as the sickness and guilt of murder weighs on kaito and he starts accepting lies his color becomes the colder bluer color and kokichi becoming more truthful in his final moments aswell as his blood spilling everywhere paints him in a warmer pink magenta color, thus effectively making them turn to eachother's colors
Loved ones went out to eat
Hold on-
I tried, I really did.
Didn’t it mean anything to you?
kokichi
I actually drew a full art piece 🤭 Low-key wanna draw a Danganronpa fan comic with how obsessed I am with it atm 🙏