draggerhatter

Warning: The other sketch is a work in progress, which means I drew the body and didn't draw the clothes yet. Idk if to consider this NSFW but if you don't want to see it, don't click on the expand button! I don't have the desktop version of tumblr available for now, so I can't spoiler the image! Please understand...

///too much free time again!

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

Before the war, our life was simple, but it was filled with warmth, safety, and happiness. 🏠 Our home was our safe haven, and my children’s laughter filled every corner of it.

But in a single moment, everything changed...

We lost our home and became homeless. Today, we live in a small tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. ⛺

My children are still beside me, but fear never leaves their eyes. Every day, I struggle to provide food, clean water, clothes, and even their most basic needs. As a mother, it breaks my heart to see them suffering while feeling helpless.

try to stay strong for my children, but the truth is that I am exhausted. All I want is to give them back even a small part of the safety and dignity they have lost.

🙏 We are in desperate need of help to survive — a decent tent, food, clothing, and basic necessities for my children.

Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. And if you are unable to help directly, please share our story. Maybe it will reach someone who can.

My name is Donia. I am 34 years old and a mother of eight. I never imagined that one day I would have to write a message like this and ask strangers for help just to keep my children safe and fed.Before everything happened, our life was simple. We were not rich, but we had a home, safety, and hope for our children’s future. My husband worked hard every day to provide for us, and we were grateful for the small things in life.Then everything changed.My husband was injured and now has internal metal plates in the joint of his right leg. Because of his injury, he cannot work like before, and even moving is painful for him. Our situation became even harder when the war and famine began.During the worst time of the famine, I was pregnant. I still remember those days with pain in my heart. There were days when we did not even have one kilo of flour in the house. Imagine being a mother, carrying a child in your womb, while not knowing if you will be able to feed your family that day.We were displaced from our home and forced to leave everything behind. We lived through fear, hunger, and uncertainty. After some time we tried to return to our home, hoping life might become a little more stable again. But soon the area became dangerous, and we had no choice but to leave once more.Now we live in a small tent in Al-Daraj.In the middle of all this suffering, I gave birth to my baby boy, Saeed. The moment that should have been filled with joy was instead filled with worry and helplessness. When my baby was born, I did not even have clothes for him. I had to borrow tiny clothes from our neighbors so my newborn would have something to wear.As a mother, that feeling broke my heart.

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