I Hope This Letter Finds You Well. I Am Writing To You With Hearts Full Of Hope And Hope For Your Generous

Help me I need a minute of your time Don't read and leave 🥺

Please help me by donating or sharing my story because I am not a number 🥺

I just raised 1403€/10,000€ 😢

Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔

Can you bear the pain of iron bodies in the stomach 🥹

20€ or 30€ can save someone's life 🥺

Bombing is all around us and there is no safe place to go 💔

For the innocent and the merciful, it's about humanity 😞

Save me from massacres and certain death!! We may not survive in the coming hours 😞

Don't leave me suffering while I am under genocide 🥹

Donate to me so I can escape the hell of war, undergo surgeries and go to safety outside Gaza❤️

I hope everyone donates $20 or $30, this amount will make a difference for me so I can get treatment and start a new life outside the stricken Gaza, as I cannot afford the travel costs and the costs of my treatment ❤️🍉🍉

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Share my posts because this will speed up my rescue process and ease my pain❤️

https://gofund.me/4dbe692a

I’m sorry, I can’t donate, but I’ll be sure to reblog your pinned post to spread the word.

So you’re a goldstone? Blue sunstone isn’t an actual gem! I love the plagioclase feldspar groups (aaah labradorite my beloved) and there’s not actually a natural formation of blue sunstone, since it’s characterised by its brown/red/pink/yellow colour and it usually has stripes of host rock in it rather than it being one consistent sparkling piece! Look into it, I recommend it! (as goes the gem collector rule: if it looks too good to be true it probably is! No shame in it bein goldstone, just that your blog title is incorrect!)

“Huh? But I was told by the diamonds that I’m a blue Sunstone. Were they wrong? I’m going to have to look into this and talk to the diamonds. Maybe blue Sunstone is another name for that? Definitely going to have to some research... thank you for bringing this to my attention, I think?”

🍉Hello, I am Muhammad Al-Sir, and my wife is Nepal. I have seven children, the eldest of whom is Batoul, who is 15 years old, and the youngest of whom are twins, Ahmed and Mahmoud, who are five years old. 📍We live in the Gaza Strip under terrifying bombing every day.🇵🇸 We move from one place to another in search of safety.🍉 We need your help to survive. We need food and clothes. Let's fight the cold of winter and the constant high prices 🚨 This may be my last request to write: Please help for the sake of my children so that they can have a beautiful life. Please donate or share 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 https://gofund.me/f784eeba

I’m sorry, I can’t donate, but I’ll be sure to reblog your pinned post to spread the word.

A Cry of Pain from the Al-Safadi Family Devastated by the War in Gaza

I am Mahmoud Al-Safadi, a 54-year-old man, married to Nada, who is 40, and together we have three children: Lina (24), Alaa (21), and Shahd (19). Like any family, our dreams were simple — to live safely together under one roof. But fate has been cruel to us.

The recent war in Gaza has completely destroyed our home, forcing us to move from place to place, searching for safety amidst the terrifying sounds of bombings and explosions. Displacement from northern Gaza became our only option, and here we are now, homeless and facing the harshest of conditions. We suffer from severe shortages of food, water, and medicine, and live under a blockade that stifles every hope of living with dignity.

I used to work at a mobile phone shop on Al-Nasr Street in Gaza City, but the war took everything. My workplace was completely destroyed, and I lost the only source of income for my family. Now, all I dream of is a chance to live, to provide my children with their simplest right — a peaceful life.

We are now in desperate need of your support. Every donation, no matter how small, could be a lifeline, offering us hope for a better tomorrow, maybe even saving us from this unending nightmare.

We call upon you to stand with us in our ordeal, as every contribution is a step towards saving an entire family.

🍉 🕊️ 🙏 🍉 🕊️ 🙏 🍉 🕊️ 🙏

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Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza

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In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.

Life Before the War: Memories of a Beautiful Home

Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.

The Loss of My Professional Dream and Life After the War

And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.

War's Toll on My Dreams and Future

The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.

Displacement and Uncertainty After the War

Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.

Rebuild Hope: A Call to Stand with Us

We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.

👉 https://gofund.me/e9f9ce20

Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.

With deepest gratitude,

Dr. Farhat's Family

“what, no, I definitely exist. As for the poofing thing, it’s a term used for when a gem, which is the alien species that I am, takes too much damage.” She seems a little more comfortable now as she points to the gemstone on her left palm. ““this is my gemstone. It’s the only truly solid thing about me. My body is a solid light projection that my gem makes to give me form, like a hologram, except not see though and with mass. When a gems body, or form, takes to much damage, we poof, and our form dissipate and go back into our gems until we have enough energy to reform.” She hopes he understood all that. 

She’s sneaking around corners nervously, flinching at every sound of gunfire and crashing. Someone had poofed her earlier and brought her to a war zone, and now she just wanted to leave. She soon noticed someone next to a parked tank eating some candy. They seemed trustworthy, but she kept her guard up just to be sure. “Um, h-hi?” She said quietly, trying to do her best not to surprise them.

-He finishes off the expired mars bar, before crushing the wrapper into a ball within his fist, and flicking it away- Only to suddenly whip his head around at the sound of an unknown voice.

"What the... Hell? ... Uh, hello there?"

““What no! I don’t even like attacking people! That’s terrible!”

She walked up curiously. She wasn’t sure who this person was, but they seemed nice. “Um, hi there. I’m Blue sunstone, who are you?”

*a young boy is working at something on a table, the object smoking. He can’t seem to here you over his music*

She looks at him, starry-eyed.

“‘”that’s amazing!”

She walked up curiously. She wasn’t sure who this person was, but they seemed nice. “Um, hi there. I’m Blue sunstone, who are you?”

*a young boy is working at something on a table, the object smoking. He can’t seem to here you over his music*

new blog

I decided to make @steven-universe-supremacy, a blog where I just gush about steven universe 

All occ posts about headcannons and stuff will be moved from this blog to that one. Or I might just reblog them, not sure yet. And all blogs previously mentioned in previous new blog posts, and this one, are still completely in use!

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

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Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️