⭐️✨Rats Spelled Backwards Is Star✨⭐️

My second Art Fight!

They had a good thing going on but

WHY WERE THEY RUNNING SO FAST SLOWDOWN

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Hello friends,Thank you for your continued support, but I would like to inform you about something. Recently, donations have become very low or almost nonexistent. I don’t know exactly why, but I believe it may be due to the presence of many scammers. Unfortunately, there are some people who exploit others. However, my campaign has been reviewed and verified by trusted individuals.

I am responsible for taking care of 8 members of my family, and there is no provider or source of income for them except me. The situation is extremely difficult. The war has not ended every day there are many innocent people losing their lives for no reason.

Prices have risen drastically. For example, even a small plate of vegetable salad now costs more than $10, and many other basic items are very expensive. In addition, the value of the dollar has dropped against the shekel, where $1 is now about 2.9 shekels, while it used to be around 3.8. There is severe inflation and a very high increase in prices.

So please try to support me. If you are unable to donate, you can still help by sharing. I am trying my best to take care of my family.

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My daughters spend their days standing in long lines for water and bread instead of living their childhood 🥺 My husband was also injured while trying to bring food for us during the famine.

I created this fundraiser with a broken heart, only hoping to protect my daughters and give them a chance to live with dignity, safety, and hope again 🙏

Any donation, no matter how small, can help us survive. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story may help us reach someone who can, but please try to support us with a donation because my campaign is still new and my little girls desperately need your help 🌿

My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.

My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.

We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️

Went to go see the movie bout some pretty amazing digging

this was my favourite part

Congratulations on your new loving, extremely loud mom

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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