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i can do just about anything at this point! logos, graphic designs, physical arts such as beaded jewelry, digital and physical art, concept and oc making, clothing modifications, and more!

i can do just about anything at this point! logos, graphic designs, physical arts such as beaded jewelry, digital and physical art, concept and oc making, clothing modifications, and more!

If you had to navigate the internet in a language you didn't understand and couldn't even read, how would you go about it?

My friend Wesal (@deemagaza) doesn't speak English. The only way she can find her way around the English internet is by using Google Translate or ask others like me for help. It is very difficult for her.

Yet she has no choice but to do so for her daughter Farah, almost sixteen now, who is autistic and has a kidney problem that - without treatment - makes her deficient in potassium, which, if it becomes too severe, can lead to cardiac arrest.

^ Farah spends most of her days like this now, feeling uncomfortable in her body, but not understanding why.

Farah's medication has become unavailable in Gaza, which has endangered her life and means she has to be treated in the hospital, which is costly and where they are running out of resources as well. Farah's case has now been referred to the WHO to be transferred abroad. If the opportunity for evacuation arises, we must make sure the funds are available!

Please help by donating to Farah's fundraiser and by sharing this post! Farah's fundraiser has been verified by gazavetters, #451!

If anyone has wants to donate but has questions about how the funds are transferred to Farah's family, feel free to get in touch!

If you donate to Farah's campaign, you can get a free commission by @fablebagel! Thank you, Fable! ❤️

tagging for reach, please share and aks your friends to share as well, thank you <3 (let me know if you don't want me to tag you anymore, apologies for any multiple tags)

My family's wound is still bleeding, and my little daughter's illness is greater than words can describe. Please don't hold back your donations, your prayers, or sharing our appeal.Take a step for Farah, for the sake of everything you love. I am a mother who, instead of dreaming about my daughter's future, now dreams only of providing the medicine and every dose she needs to keep her alive.🥹🙏🏻🇵🇸

Their campaign appears as #451 on this list created by @/gazavetters

Tower man

HERE I COME- HERE I COME SANFRANDISCOOOOOOO

No matter how injured. If a parent doesn't deem it necessary to see a doctor, it doesn't happen. Teachers can suggest a doctor visit, but unless it's a very acute injury (and even then), it's ultimately up to the parents.

You can be 13. Twisted, maybe broken ankle. You teacher lets you sit out in PE. She's concerned, and tells you to rest when you go home, and see a doctor. You get home, ur parents fill a bath and add some Epsom salts, and then laugh at you for using it moms old colorguard stick as a cane. Take some ibuprofen they say. It's just a little sprain, ur a kid.

You go to school the next day, go to ur office assistant time. Office calls ur mom to come get you, because you're clearly in too much pain for school. Your mom laughs when she gets you, says you just were so determined not to miss school. Scolds you for making the office ladies worry.

You never see a doctor for the injury.

Your parents come into the exam room at every visit. This does not stop with age, except for gynecologist. But your parents are on the medical release forms. They fill them out for you, with you. You do not get to take them off.

You never get to tell s doctor about the ankle. Even though it never quote healed right, and it hurts every day.

Then your 18. In college. Still on your parents insurance, and have no car. The on campus clinic only does std testing. You fall down some stairs. Same injury. You call your parents, crying from the pain. You are using a mop as a cane. They console you and say to have a bath, take some meds, and let them know how it feels in a few days. You end up borrowing your roommates rolling chair to get around for the weekend.

By Monday, you can walk again. You walk miles to class every day. You ask to see a doctor, but your parents won't drive the hour to come take you, and you don't have the insurance card. You are still at their mercy for medical care. The ankle tries to heal again. This time worse than before. The tendons click with every step.

Now you're in your twenties. Finally have your own healthcare. You see a doctor. You get to mention the ankle! They say it's been too long to really even know what was damaged. That you have arthritis now. It healed wrong but it can no longer be fixed.

DELTARUNE TOMORROW [NOT CLICKBATE]