Carrot

Part of socializing and having friends is being a good listener even when you don't actually give a shit about the subject.

Your are hurting other people's feelings when you bluntly respond with "Anyway..." and then change the topic.

It can not always be about your preferred topic.

If you're unaware, I've been attempting to help Maram, a 26 yr old Palestinian woman, as well as her husband and three children (9, 7, and 4yrs) raise money to continue surviving in Gaza in the midst of the isreali genocide.

Ibrahim, Maram's 7yr old son, was devastatingly injured in a bombing on the 22nd. His condition worsens every day, and if they cannot pay for his emergency surgery, he may pass away. As of right now, Maram needs to raise $1,100 by Sunday in order to pay for this surgery (her page linked here). Over the last week and a half, we have already raised him $900+ for this procedure, and I am CERTAIN with the right eyes on this post we can make the final stretch. I'm not sure what else to say. My efforts have started to lose traction, and It is imperative that this post breaks containment from my blog(s), now more than ever, to reach the people that might be able to help.

I am increasing the scope of my donation requests. For every $1-10 donated to Maram's campaign, you can receive a fully colored sketch of anything you would like. For every $10+, you can get a fully rendered brush painting, which would usually be over fifty dollars on my commission. I draw for fandom, selfship, OC's, even pet / human portraits. If you have literally ever liked or wanted a piece of my art, this is the time to get it.

Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. 🏡❤️

Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.

Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥

Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺

The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. 🥶👶💔

As a father, this is the deepest pain—to see your children suffer and feel helpless.

Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I can… but it is not enough. 😔

I need your help.

I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔

Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heart—please give us another chance. 🤝

Your help can save my children. 🙏

Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children

🍼 Milk for my baby daughter

💊 Medicine when we are sick

🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights

Please, my friends… do not turn away.

If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢

From a father who is trying not to lose everything

Thank you for standing with us. ❤️