Save My Family From The War Nightmare In Gaza

Save My Family from the War Nightmare in Gaza🙏❤

Hello, my name is Mohammed Taysir, I am 34 years old, and I am writing to you these words from the heart of devastation and suffering in Gaza. My life and my family's life were once normal, filled with hope and hard work, until war came and destroyed everything.

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Hello, my name is Mohammed Taysir, I am 34 years old, and I am writing … Mohammed Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War

Before the war, I worked as a mobile programmer, and my wife was a schoolteacher. We had two young children, Yazan (2.5 years old)❤ and Jud (3 years old).❤ We were living a simple but happy life, dreaming of a bright future for our children.

The war came and changed everything. Our home was destroyed, we lost our jobs, and we became homeless.

But the war changed everything.Our home was destroyed, we lost our jobs, and we became homeless. We fled from northern Gaza to Rafah, and then to Deir al-Balah, in search of safety. But safety in Gaza has become nearly impossible. Death and destruction are everywhere, and our children are living a never-ending nightmare. Opportunities for education and recreation have disappeared, and we are suffering from poverty and hopelessness.

We are now seeking an opportunity to live in a safe place Gaza. However, this is very costly, and we are in desperate need of support. We want to provide our children with a dignified life and a better future. We believe that humanity and mercy still exist, and that there are those who will respond to our painful plea.

Every donation, no matter how small, 5 $ or 10$ or 50$ will have a big impact on our lives. Your donations will help us cover the costs of travel and living in a safe country. We want to start a new life away from fear and destruction, and give our children a chance to dream and hope again.

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Donate to Save My Family from the War Nightmare in Gaza, organized by Mohammed Alanqar

Hello, my name is Mohammed Taysir, I am 34 years old, and I am writing … Mohammed Alanqar needs your support for Save My Family from the War

Thank you

from the bottom of our hearts❤ for your support and standing with us during these difficult times. We believe that goodness still exists, and that there are those who share our hope for a better life.

❤🙏🍉🌷🌹❤

I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL ?!

ᡴꪫ summary . the rivaling rich billionaire's princess mingling with gotham terrorizer. what a headline for vicki vale.

ᡴꪫ includes? . red hood!jason, sionis!reader, rich girl life!reader, smutttttt, p-i-v intc*urse, cheesy but heartwarming relationship behavior, uhhh idk just read ho <3

"this is vicki vale reporting in Gotham News headquarters. Next story, Sionis' daughter involved with the enemy? Pictures caught the infamous Red Hood visiting on her balcony. is he using her for information? making her betray her own father?"

you turn the television down to hear your livid father on your phone. "my own daughter engaging with the enemy! i can't believe you!" you thought his voice couldn't get any louder but his tone conveyed his anger. "yes. yes, father. i know, I'm sorry."

you pace back and forth in your living room as the enemy has a smirk on his face, manspreading on the couch your father bought for you. your ear would be spared if it wasn't for the meddling crummy press. the red hood was a tantalizing human. getting what he wanted with his natural charm.

but you made it known that you knew nothing about your father's plan with his illegal weapons trade. you were just benefiting from the money he racked up.

"sorry, i gotta go." you end the call, dropping your phone on the coffee table. "geez," you card your hand through your hair, letting out a deep breath. "this what you wanted? for all of Gotham to know what i do in my free time?" his eyes rake up and down your body. "sorry princess, i thought i was bein' discreet with us." his smirk widens as his eyes halt at your hips.

"my father will be down my throat with this." you stand in front of him, hands of your hips. "come on. pretty. you're a grown woman. what's your daddy gonna do? stop you from seeing me?" amidst his sentence, his large hands rest on your waist, pulling you on his lap.

you roll your eyes. "you wanna throw me away for some dumbasses' opinion? i thought we had something. you wound me." he puts his hand up to his heart, feigning pain.

"look." you adjust yourself on his lap, earning a groan from his lips. "if we want to continue this, you're gonna have to do something with your appearance."

"you think i'm ugly?"

"no!" you swat at his chest. "i mean you can't keep coming to my place as red hood." his lips lock onto your neck, taking nips at your soft skin from time to time.

"jason, are you even listening to me?" you sigh. but not in anger, more as in a relief of pent-up tension. "yeah, ma. change up my appearance." he lets go of your neck with an exaggerated pop.

"good," his face lines up with yours as you both smile. in a flurry, you both are fighting for dominance on your couch. "come on, princess. you know you're gonna lose." he chuckles, pinning you down.

"come onn!" you whine. he laughs at your defeat, sitting on top of you. "who needs a shirt anyways?" he shrugs, lifting your shirt over your head, revealing your dark red bralette. "oh, i missed my girls." he jiggles your breasts. "jason, quit it!" you laugh. "what? i can't show them any love?" he stuffs his face in your cleavage, shaking his head. his stubble tinkles your skin, something you'll never miss. "okay, that's enough." you weakly push him off you.

his next target was your shorts, sliding them and your panties off, leaving you only in your bralette. "you shaved." he teases. "when do i not?" you send a calf into his side, an 'oof' coming out of him. "play nice, girl." his hands slip in between your thighs, fingertips gliding down your cunt. "fuckin' soaked." he chuckles under his breath. two of his fingers curl into you, something you'll never get used to.

the sounds of your slick sliding in and out of you brought a wide grin to his face. "think she's talkin' to me, baby." he groans, fastening his pace. "mm," you arch your back up a bit, unknowingly giving him more space for his fingers to fill.

"think your ready, baby?" he looks at you, tapping you on your cheek when you don't respond, too fucked out in ecstasy. "fuck-yes." he felt your cunt flutter around his digits, knowing that you wanted more.

without another word, jason moves out of his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. a few dribbles of precum slip out from his slit, slowly sliding down his shaft. he pumps himself a few times before lining his tip up with your wanting hole. "ready?" you nod.

that's one thing you loved about him. he was always cautious if you were ready or not. he slowly pushes himself into you, letting you adjust to his size again. "fuck, baby." he groans, closing his eyes. after some time of sitting still, he thrusts into you, gradually getting faster. "oh god." he holds onto the armrest above your head for support.

you open your eyes, seeing his handsome face above you. from the array of scars on his face, the white fluff of hair, to the hook of his nose. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever saw.

he takes one of your legs and places it on your shoulder, giving him a better angle. "oh my-" your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, the pleasure becoming unbearable. unmeasurable. "please." you didn't even know what you were begging for, you just were. maybe for him to quicken or to go a little easier on you. you couldn't put your finger on it. but you knew it boosted his ego. "please what, princess?" he looks down, emerald eyes boring into yours. "fuck me." you say just over a whisper.

the last bit you restraint he had went away as his hips began to slam into yours. "god!" he grunts, looking down at where you two meet. he loved watching you take him. a beautiful scene that only he could see.

the band on your stomach was only one string away from breaking before your orgasm would wash over you. and from the way jason was fervorently thrusting inside of you, you could tell that he was chasing his own orgasm.

"come with me, baby." he slaps your hip, making you jolt. you bite your lip, your walls pulsing around his length. all the more signs to tell him that you came. his warm load painted your walls, emitting a sigh from you both.

the both of you sit in silence, catching your breath and relaying the moments that just happened. "how about i get rid of that 'sionis' name and make you a 'todd'?"

first of all, hi new mootie! Haven’t had time to properly introduce myself lol.

Ik how easy it is to compare yourself to girls online and say that you wished you look like them or wtv, but you are beautiful in your own way.

And you're not useless, far from it. The fact that you’re even putting that much effort into something for your work is enough reason to keep going. Whatever you were writing was most definitely amazing :)

Love yourself, otherwise I might just haunt you😽

please don’t haunt me😭🙏🏾thank you for even thinking about reaching out to me. i really appreciate it. i don’t know many people that care that much to.

i’ll try to not look at her account anymore but i am SCREWED if she ever comes back.

thanks you, so so so fucking much🫂

Using "Legalize" as a term to cover up the theft of people's homes and livelihoods is expected at this point from the NYT. The "free" press is complicit in the manufacturing of consent to not only destroy Gaza, but to also annex the West Bank. Free Palestine.

X: Assalrad

Hello,I Relly Need Your Help To Evacuate Them To A Safe Plece As Soon As Possible Outside Gaza 🧡🧡.

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The picture speaks!

The difference between the two pictures is clear!

its war!

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