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I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢

I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂

Here is the donation link ⬇️**

My name is Ameera, and I am a mother from Gaza.

Before the war, I had dreams like everyone else. I wanted to finish my education, build a peaceful home with my husband, and give our daughter a beautiful future.

Instead, the war took everything.

Our home was destroyed. My husband was injured. We lost our safety, our stability, and the life we spent years dreaming about. Every day has become a struggle to find the basics our little daughter needs.

I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance to survive.

I cannot create a donation campaign by myself, and that is why I am reaching out to you. If you know how to create a trusted fundraising page, or if you are willing to sponsor one for my family, please contact me.

You may be the only person who sees this message and has the ability to change our lives.

Please don't keep scrolling.

If you cannot help us directly, please share our story. One share can reach someone who can.

Every moment matters. Every act of kindness matters. Every person who stands with us gives my family another reason to keep hoping.

Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for giving my daughter a chance at a future.

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

I write these words in deep pain, with tears filling my eyes. I can no longer endure this situation. Hunger has exhausted me, along with my mother’s illness (liver cirrhosis) and the high cost of the medication she needs.

All I care about is easing my mother’s suffering from the illness she is facing and the constant pain that accompanies her. I am also trying to save my sick wife, who has been suffering from severe malnutrition and a serious lack of nutrients for many months. I beg you to help me buy the necessary medicine and treatment for both of them so they can regain their health and continue their lives, and help me save myself and my entire family.

Please donate if you are able. Your donation will allow me to buy medicine for my mother and provide treatment and food for my wife. It will save my mother, save my wife, save me, and save my whole family. Our lives are threatened by hunger and illness

I am writing this tweet to you now from the midst of the destruction, appealing to your kind hearts. I appeal to every human being with feelings I need your help to feed my family. I lost everything in the war and only my children remain. I need your help to rebuild our tent and feed the children. I never imagined things would come to this, but I'm forced into it.

Help save my children

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Okay, so, some time back, i saw a post about a head canon or an idea that Richard, (also Damian, sometimes), likes to have Raven at the Batcave... solely to annoy Bruce.

So, what if, one of those times, Raven discovers Fatson?

I want this as a fic and / or fan art now... (If anyone does so please tag me)

i am not on either side

i care for every human being and would rather that there is no war

i am not on either side

i care for every human being and would rather that there is no war

Think of how Raven will be once all of the Titans are dead? :3