This is the rest of the Instagram post for the bds national committee for anyone who doesn't have Instagram

Greetings everyone,

Please save what's left of my family I am Mahmoud Saleh. I have never seen such misery in my life! Let me describe to you the life of my torn-apart family amidst the sprawling camps, scattered here and there. Among the fabrics in the shape of tents, pain resides in every corner of this place, and anguish looms over it. Under a relentless sun and a night cold that steals the last bit of warmth from your body... The remnants of my family live in a place that is almost an exile for human life as we know it. There is no home to shelter them from the winter cold, no trees to bear fruit or provide shade, and no water to quench their thirst. There is a torn tent, damp firewood, and children who dream...

What crime did my family commit to reach this level of misery? Their simple dreams or their memories? Whatever the reason, it happened, and poverty settled in every corner of their tents, and misery etched itself on their faces. The innocent hands of our children have become rough and calloused like those of a ninety-year-old man.

My mother and sisters spend their time lighting fires with great effort until their eyes fill with tears, washing clothes, and sewing holes in the tent in their spare time. I used to think that punishment in prison was the harshest form of torture, but I quickly changed my mind when I saw the suffering and agony of my family! Winds take you right and left, and you spend your day tightening the tent stakes that often let you down.

You sleep wishing you could keep one eye open for fear of the treachery of rodents that might attack. It's no wonder you wake up to find yourself floating above your children's tattered clothes and the firewood you spent ten days collecting.

@sayruq @sar-soor @pcktknife @blackpearlblast @nabulsi @ibtisams @90-ghost @flor4zul @el-shab-hussein @opencommunion @fallahifag

You are trapped. Misery is everywhere, and poverty has made itself comfortable in the corner of the tents. In that place where you inhale despair and exhale hope, what a cursed place my simple family lives in, constantly struggling with life's necessities.

It is death surrounding them from all sides, invading their homes without warning. Patience is beautiful, fighting despair is a belief in an imminent relief. This is their weapon in the face of a life that bears nothing of its name.They want to live... they want a chance to continue their lives...I stand now before these kind hearts, hoping to help what remains of my family and provide them with a better living, to grant them safety and peace.

Please donate if you can and share our story widely as you're able to🙏🙏

I recently had Fahed and his family reach out to me in need of aid, still far off their GoFundMe goal. If you can spare even a small amount, please consider supporting this family of 8. Reblogs to share the campaign are very appreciated as well! Thank you!!

see more information also at @danashehab!

Thank you, my friend, for this contribution ❤️

troodles (Trucy doodles). Ft. what if Trucy’s little purse was an ita-bag

its falin time

I FORGOT TO POST THIS ONE HERE

Redraw of the back cover of Fangirl volume 4 I did a little bit ago!!

HUNGER!

I got really emotional about gooigi yesterday for like no reason

SURPRISE!! I have other series interests woahhh,,

skyfish go!!!!!!!!!!!

Roleswap au designs blarghh

Im not adding the old versions here because im not up to embarrasing myself on two platforms

Not his name

forgive me senshi.