peace sign

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I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef...I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't... the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.

There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world.

Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..

I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now l have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account

My campaign is verified by 90ghost. verified campaign is listed as number 246 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein

5€ may seem small

The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.

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I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef...I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't... the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.

There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world.

Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..

I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now l have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account

My campaign is verified by 90ghost. verified campaign is listed as number 246 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein

5€ may seem small

The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.

GFM unjustly terminated Fidaa's @fidaa-family2 campaign and she lost all of the funds she'd raised so far to help evacuate her family. She has to start all over with a new campaign.

Fidaa's campaign has been vetted here and here. Please consider donating to her if you have anything at all to give. Small dollar amounts can add up so never think you won't make a difference! If you have enough to buy a cup of coffee, consider skipping it to give to Fidaa instead. Imagine how frustrating it would be after months of fundraising to lose what you've worked hard for. We need to show Fidaa our support now more than ever!

You can also donate through Paypal directly.

GFM unjustly terminated Fidaa's @fidaa-family2 campaign and she lost all of the funds she'd raised so far to help evacuate her family. She has to start all over with a new campaign.

Fidaa's campaign has been vetted here and here. Please consider donating to her if you have anything at all to give. Small dollar amounts can add up so never think you won't make a difference! If you have enough to buy a cup of coffee, consider skipping it to give to Fidaa instead. Imagine how frustrating it would be after months of fundraising to lose what you've worked hard for. We need to show Fidaa our support now more than ever!

You can also donate through Paypal directly.

the river flows to the sea

jinu/rumi au, sequel to as the moon pulls on the tides

link on ao3

Excerpt

Rumi jumps up, jumps back. Her calf hits the log, and she squawks as she starts to lose her balance.

Jinu reaches for her, pulls her straight into his chest. “You know,” he says, voice low and rumbling against her ear, “I was expecting a hug this time, actually.”

Rumi flushes; she shoves him back—carefully, a mere arm’s length—and stares at him. Gat on, colorful jeogori, black baji, and shoes… all the makings of a proper young lord. He stands taller than her, arms clasped behind his back, face smooth. Proud of himself.

She hits his arm.

happy mermay!

out of order, chapter 15

jinu/rumi au inspired by positively yours

link on ao3

Excerpt

Their footsteps quickly fade; the door clicks in a way that sets his teeth on edge. The monitors around him keep up the chatter, and Jinu grimaces when he hears the chair scooch in closer. If everything has already ended, then this must be the finale. The encore and last goodbye.

It’s what he wants; he dreads it.

flipping through these feelings

mira/zoey, onseshot

link on ao3

Excerpt

Zoey has a couple of options to navigate this… mess. The first is to grovel, suck-up, and try to brush past it. Sure, she made a list of Mira’s Greatest Hits that anyone with a single brain cell could figure she wouldn’t want just out there, but she’s a pro at smoothing things over! It’s her special skill! Rumi and Mira are the headstrong ones, and she’s the peacemaker. That’s how it’s always worked.

She doesn’t want to do that, though.

“I’m sorry,” Zoey says, sincere. She casts her eyes towards the floor, uncomfortable—an old habit of hers. “We were struggling so much that I just… wrote down whatever I had in my head. If I could get a single line out of it, then…” She sighs. “I promise nothing in there has made it into anything we’ve put out.”

out of order chapter 14

jinu/rumi au inspired by positively yours

link on ao3

Excerpt

“Kang Rumi, will you marry me? Only for a couple of years.”

How was she supposed to respond to that?

Maybe it’s some divine punishment or insane karma that Jinu asked in that way—payback for not giving him the time of day, for thinking he’s… well. That he wouldn’t be important to her. But she’s changed! Try as she did to fight it at the start, she now sees him in her future. Every thought, every dream—he’s there. With her. With her and their child and Rumi wakes with such a profound sense of longing. And the problem?

GFM unjustly terminated Fidaa's @fidaa-family2 campaign and she lost all of the funds she'd raised so far to help evacuate her family. She has to start all over with a new campaign.

Fidaa's campaign has been vetted here and here. Please consider donating to her if you have anything at all to give. Small dollar amounts can add up so never think you won't make a difference! If you have enough to buy a cup of coffee, consider skipping it to give to Fidaa instead. Imagine how frustrating it would be after months of fundraising to lose what you've worked hard for. We need to show Fidaa our support now more than ever!

You can also donate through Paypal directly.