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you may know my for my kpop blogging, writing, general hateration, being unapologetically black, etc. I am trying to move out and have hit a financial road block. The good news is I have picked up some part time work. the bad news is it is minimum wage. I am also a graphic designer and make my own art for my writing and will do it for other authors for a $50 starting rate.

if you want to help me out - v3nm0: aribela

Please help me and don't ignore me.

I'm Bilal. I suffered a severe injury in the war, resulting in the loss of my eye and a large part of my intestines. More than 18 cm of my intestines were severed. My home and workplace were destroyed, and I'm now unable to support myself due to the injury. I'm completely helpless. I'm not asking for much; we're living a living hell. The bombing never stops, and the suffering never ceases.

We live in a dilapidated tent, and my tent has been bombed several times. Now my children have scabies due to the lack of hygiene and the sand.

I'm just trying to care for my children and provide them with the bare necessities. Please, if you can't donate, you can share and talk about my suffering.

Every mother dreams of seeing her children safe and well-fed. Today, my dream is much smaller... I just want to buy one can of formula for my baby.

I am a mother of four little girls, doing everything I can to protect them through incredibly difficult days. But today, I have nothing left to feed my youngest daughter.

If you can help, no matter how small the donation, it would mean more than words can express. And if you can't donate, please share our story. Your kindness could reach someone who can.

Thank you for giving us hope. 🤍🙏

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i have ran into some financial trouble and need a little help. i am looking for commissions but if you like my writing or design work please consider helping me out.

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

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I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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