Hi There,

Very important

I am Mai from Gaza, from a family of 10, from Palestine. My family is Haya, my mother is 39 and my father is 49. I climbed the ladder to build my life and future step by step, but everything ended and was destroyed by the war. My sister Rital, 9 months old, is asking for milk and we cannot afford it. Every day she goes through a bad situation. Help us buy milk for my sister Rital 💔

I have witnessed the signs of the tragedy that befell our lives in Gaza, where my family and I survived many previous wars. But today we are facing the most dangerous and fiercest battle in the current war. The need is urgent for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water and safe shelter.

This is our story - On October 7, our lives changed forever. My family and I left our home to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dream.

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to save my family - my parents, my siblings and myself - through the Rafah crossing into Egypt, which currently requires $5,000 per person. This campaign is our only chance for survival, and I humbly ask for your help at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committed to transparency and clarity.

We strongly appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs of escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure the safety of our family.

We are in dire need of your support. Any donation, no matter how small, can help save our lives. Thank you for your concern and support during these difficult times.

It is not easy to ask for help, but this war has changed everything, and I am sorry, my friend, I am very shy of you, but I need your help. Your donation saves my life. Donate even $20, please

Me and my family and our beautiful house that was bombed, our lives were destroyed 😭💔

My name is Mosab Ahmed. I'm a proud father of three beautiful daughters 👧👧👧.

I’m reaching out from a place of deep hardship—I've lost my home 🏚️ and my job 💔 due to the ongoing war, and now my family and I are living in a tent ⛺, just trying to survive each day.

I had raised €2848 to undergo a second shoulder surgery 🏥, but sadly, my GoFundMe was deleted ❌ due to banking issues, and I lost everything.

I’m humbly asking for your support:

Please consider sharing my story 🔁 or donating even just €5 💖—it could truly make a difference in my family's life.

Every share, every voice, every bit of kindness means the world to us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you ❤️.

@hopeformusab — Every share counts ✨

https://gofund.me/2e8603b5

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Ever since Penguin had found that street rat and offered him a job his life had been on easy street.

The young man had been wearing a bandana over the bottom half of his face while cleaning the floors of one of his establishments when the bats came crashing in through a skylight, showering both of them in glass.

The fight began quickly after that, the man in his confusion threw one of the bats away from him, which turned out to be a mistake. They now saw him as a goon and began attacking him too.

Panicking, Danny didn't want to lose his job. He didn't want to go back to living on the streets...so he made a decision. He used his intangibility to run through one of the bats and grabbed penguin who was already handcuffed and subdued.

Then they were gone.

The bats checked their thermals, checked for energy readings, everything, but the two were gone.

Penguins new goon was a meta who could teleport. Worse. He may have just become the Penguins private bodyguard.

They were right of course. Penguin took care of his own and Danny adored being cared for. Cobblepot gave him whatever he wanted and the ghost felt he was in to deep to tell his boss no when it came to most jobs. He always did have a problem with giving his loyalty to people who didn't deserve it. His own parents were a testament to that...to think his death hadn't actually been an accident...

This continues with the bats trying to stop Penguins plots and trying to find a way to stop or investigate this new meta and coming up with nothing cause "Ghost" isn't even from thier multiverse.

This all changes though when Catwoman informs them that Phantom has a massive crush on Red Hood.

Everyone looks to Jason who refuses to play around with some guys heart. He's done a lot of messed up things but hes not that scummy. The others protest saying that's not what they wanted and Hood does eventually agree to meeting with the guy and is caught off guard by how excited the guy is to meet him.

He treats him like an actual hero. He insists that he is one. Danny then drops some of his own tragic backstory about his insane mad scientists parents who experimented on him and his sister thier whole lives with this green glowing death water and how it didn't do much until they murdered him and led him to believe it was an accident.

They thought he survived.

He didn't. Its one of the things he liked about Red Hood. He wasn't actually revived either.

Jason demanded to know what he meant, but Danny only responded, "You're one of us." Before vanishing again.

Jason is more than a little freaked out.

@amphiptere-art black star handling baby wisp with a gun

REBLOG IF I CAN BE YOUR FRIEND.

& message you without being judged.

Waiting in the car with Uncle Moon listening to music, Dazzle drops her first f bomb

The sooner you reblog this, the funnier it is

Sending your kids to school in a new dimension be like-

‏I am a mother exhausted by pain, and her head is bent by misfortunes, I write to you while I am overwhelmed by sadness, exhausted from pain, helpless in the face of the cruelty of life and the injustice of the days.

‏Just a few days ago, my husband left me, he was martyred in the recent aggression on Gaza. He left trying to protect us, protect us with his body and soul, and left behind nine children and my broken heart, leaving me alone in the face of hunger, cold, fear, and the unknown.

‏Since I lost it, and everything has become heavy... Air, time, even sleep, I wake up every night to cry my children, and I have nothing for them... No food, no medicine, no milk for a baby, no warm bed, no hope looming on the horizon.

‏My children look at me with eyes asking me: “Where is my father?”

‏And I have no answer other than a trembling embrace and a heart that is fragging from helplessness.

‏Every day that passes is a battle in itself: a battle for survival, for them to live, only to live...

‏I knocked on all the doors and no door opened for me. Therefore, I am writing this letter to you with the tear of the eye and the pain of the heart, I seek mercy from you, from the people of living hearts, from the beating of their hearts one day with humanity.

‏Help me... not for me, but for innocent little souls who don't deserve all this pain.

‏Every help, every hand that extends to us, is a new life that shings in our hearts that is about to die from the intensity of oppression

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Dinner time fellas