Letters from the Muse

This isn’t just a campaign stopping this is her heart getting worse, and me fearing each day could be her last.

I don’t need more time… time is taking her away from me.

Silence is not neutral. Silence could be the reason I lose her.

If just 50 people donate $20 each, we can save her.

If you can’t donate, please share this. Don’t let her story disappear.

I’m just asking for a chance to save my mother.

If just 10 people donate $20, we can get her medication.

Deadline 24 April

Subject : Collect money to buy my mother's medicine

Current process :

USD 744 / $1,394

Vatted by @sar-soor

Vatted by @opencommunion

Vatted by @el-shab-hussien

my mother has been discharged from the hospital thanks to your support, your prayers, and your donations. Because of you, she was given another chance to live, and I will never forget that ❤️

But our journey is not over yet.

The doctors confirmed that her recovery now depends on continuing her treatment with the necessary medication. Without it, her condition could worsen again, and all the progress she made could be lost.

The cost of the medication is $650, and we need to raise it within one week.

I didn’t want to ask again but I have no choice. If this was your mother or your father, and you knew that medication could keep them safe and away from pain what would you do?

Please, don’t leave us halfway. Any small donation can make a real difference. And if you can’t donate, please share this you might help save her from going back to that suffering.

Thank you for standing with us 🙏

I am a father of two children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.

Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.

My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.

I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.

I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.

Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.

I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.

Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

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*clearing throat* there's more than one hell and you're my favorite kind

No idea how you're gonna turn that into a poem, but i trust you <3

My Favorite Kind of Damnation

They warned me once of fire and brimstone skies, Of screaming souls and endless, aching cries, Of devils carved from wrath and sharpened sin But never of the hell you pull me in.

Because yours doesn’t burn with crimson flame, It whispers soft, it calls me by my name, It wears your voice, your laugh, your wicked grin And lures me deeper just to let me in.

There’s more than one hell, I’ve come to learn Not all of them are places where you burn, Some feel like heaven wrapped in fragile skin Until you realize you’re trapped within.

If you look upon your devil dressed in love, You’ll swear his hands were sent from up above, He’ll guide you gently, blind you well enough To make his hell feel just like heaven’s touch.

And you… God, you’re my favorite kind of pain, The kind I’d crawl through ruin for again, A velvet noose, a sweet, intoxicating spell The only hell I’d ever choose… is yours to dwell.

So let the others fear the dark below I’ve found a place far worse, and still won’t go, If damnation means your fingers in my soul Then take it all, I never wanted whole.

I’m like Cat here. We’re a couple of no name slobs. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.