A photo from memories, captured in May 2023.
He is our hero. He is a doctor. Before this ongoing genocide, he worked at Al-Shifa Hospital. He is a wonderful plastic surgeon, loves his work and is committed to it, to help people and relieve their pain.
When We were forced to be displaced to Al-Shifa Hospital at the beginning of the war, he was still committed to his work. He worked nonstop for 40 days, besides caring for his family, especially in these difficult times!
But unfortunately the occupation stormed and burned the hospital after We were forced to evacuate , raising white flags. We could not carry anything, just our souls. We fled to the south on foot. He carried his two children in his arms, and walked long distances for many kilometers during the afternoon among tanks and heavily armed soldiers, and even among decomposing corpses!
Finally, we reached the UNRWA school at Khan Yunis. He started working in Nasser Hospital, which the occupation also stormed and destroyed! Even when we were displaced, he was working.
All that happened did not stop him from performing his lofty job as a doctor. He has now returned to work in MOH hospitals to carry out operations of debridement and grafting of needy injured people, but he is alone, we are far from him.
He decided to protect us and made a decision to refuge in Egypt to be survived. While he stayed in Rafah before the beginning of the military operation there. Then he was forced to be displaced to Deir Al-Balah.
Every morning he goes to work at Nasser Hospital in Khan Yunis and returns to his tent in Deir Al- Balah in the evening all week.
Is this what we and he deserve?
We stay away from our hero and torn our family. While at the same time, he is putting himself in danger while saving innocent lives!
For your information, his profession is considered more dangerous than ever before, due to the occupation’s systematic policy of targeting hospitals and medical staff!
All the day, we are worried about him. May Allah save him. Moreover, there is no safe place.
We hope to reunite again, we want each other, we want our home and our dreams!
We need your help and support to meet our father again, reunite our family and rebuild our lives. Little matters! Your little means a lot to us.
Please, donate or reblog this with others.
This was not our only tragic story in this genocide, every day was a struggle for survival!
Thanks!
The fact that we see bobby and dogday's carboard cutouts in the same location, just at different places further makes me think that bobby and dogday were slightly, particularly closer to eachother than the other critters.
Do you have any headcanons for Sunshine Cuddles?
Well, In my last post I did speculate that bobby and dogday were closer to eachother than the other critters based on their carboard cutouts being in the same location but at different places in said location. But I dunno. I didn't put much thought to it. Here's one headcanon I currently have though;
1. Since bobby has a more pronounced fear of abandonment, Dogday reassures her that he will never leave her.
It is also one of the reasons I ship sunshine cuddles. Dogday and bobby not being loyal also would wouldn't be fitting at all.
Images: Hossam Al-Quzzaz rebuilt his family's tent after it was destroyed in an airstrike on the night of March 17/18, 2025.
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Written by @rumiandroses
Video: Clip from a ten minute Al-Jazeera video, featuring Hossam, as he recounts the night his family's tent was destroyed in an airstrike.
Original Video: [LINK]
*Kilometer = 0.62 miles
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
Hello
I want help to escape the danger of war, to live safely and complete my studies to have a bright future .🥺
https://www.gofundme.com/f/please-help-us-escape-from-gaza-to-a-safe-place
You can help by donating or reblogging. Please don't hesitate to help me 🙏🏻
Well, I don't know if you can reblog asks. But I will do this if it helps! I'm too broke to donate... But hopefully it reaches those who are not broke and helps somehow!
A mother's cry from Gaza 🌏🍉
Now, I’m struggling to provide the most basic needs—food, shelter, and safety—for my children.
📎To donate:
https://chuffed.org/project/help-noha-and-her-family-survive-the-onslaught-on-gaza
“We need you… because my parents can’t take it anymore.”
I’m from Gaza, from a region exhausted by siege and destruction, where life no longer has the taste it once did. I write to you with a heart aching, not only because of the circumstances we’re living in, but also because I’m watching my parents, the most precious things I have, weaken day by day without my ability to help them.
My father has suffered from heart and colon problems for years. His condition is deteriorating due to the lack of medication and the difficulty of accessing appropriate treatment. The pain never leaves him, and sometimes he cries silently so we don’t grieve for him, and these reports prove that.
My mother suffers from heart disease and diabetes and is in constant need of medication and healthcare, and these reports prove that.
But we don’t even have enough money to buy good food or a steady supply of electricity.
The situation in Gaza is no secret: no medicine, no work, no security. All we want today is some support to provide our parents with the medicines they need to survive.
We appeal to you from a broken heart: Help us save our parents, give them a chance at life.
Even the smallest assistance can make a huge difference.
Whoever has a heart will understand our pain.
Whoever has the power, let them save the souls that suffer silently.
Donate $25 to save us from this war
Hello
I want help to escape the danger of war, to live safely and complete my studies to have a bright future .🥺
https://www.gofundme.com/f/please-help-us-escape-from-gaza-to-a-safe-place
You can help by donating or reblogging. Please don't hesitate to help me 🙏🏻
Well, I don't know if you can reblog asks. But I will do this if it helps! I'm too broke to donate... But hopefully it reaches those who are not broke and helps somehow!
I write these words to you with my hands trembling and tears streaming down my face. My heart is torn apart, my soul melting with pain, and time is passing like a predatory beast approaching to take my little child away from me. He now lies on a hospital bed, his tiny body trembling, his breath slowly fading under a ventilator. His eyes are half-closed, as if life is escaping him right in front of me, and I am helpless, devastated, unable to save him.
The doctors told me that the only hope to save him is urgent surgery, but they are demanding an amount I cannot afford.
They told me words I never imagined I would hear: "Either you pay immediately
or we will disconnect his ventilator." Imagine, my friend, your child being sentenced to death, not because there is no treatment, but because you do not have the money. Imagine seeing your beloved child, a piece of your soul, having their air sucked out, their hope snatched away, while you stand helpless, your hands empty, your heart screaming without anyone to hear it.
I'm scared... so scared. Every minute that passes robs him of his life, and every moment I spend without help brings me closer to the nightmare I don't even want to think about. Please, my friend, I beg you with every tear I shed, with every cry I hold tight to my chest, help me... save my child.
I'm not asking for much. I just ask that my child not be taken away from me before my eyes, that I not live the rest of my life remembering how he died because I didn't have enough money to save him. Please, before it's too late, before everything becomes just a painful memory, don't leave me alone in this horror... Don't let me bury my child.
Please, my friend, I beg you like I've never begged anyone before: Don't let my child die, don't let me live through this hell. Anything, any amount, any sharing of my child's story could be the lifeline that keeps him alive.
I swear to you, there's no more time... Death is getting closer, and I stand here watching without being able to do anything. Please, please, don't let this be the end... Don't let me lose him.
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