Lover Of All Birds

Hi, I was born out of nowhere in Gaza and I'm trying to connect with people who will help me get my story out on Tumblr.🍉

And My wife and I are also eagerly awaiting the arrival of our daughter, but due to the harsh realities of war in our area, we are facing severe financial difficulties.

As the due date approaches, we find ourselves struggling to cover the costs of a cesarean section, as well as my wife’s basic medical and health needs. With no income and the enormous challenges we face daily, we are reaching out to our community for support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in helping us welcome our daughter into the world safely. Thank you for standing with us during this difficult time.

I hope you can help me in a way that is right for you. 🙏🍉

By publishing or donating… or through the links below or through the links pinned in the bio… 🍉🍉

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Thank you from my heart . ♥🍉

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Hello I'm back guys :]

Mental health patient!Miguel O'Hara x nurse!reader

/!\ CONTAINS THE SUBJECT OF MOURNING,LOSS OF LOVED ONES AND SIGNS OF S€LF H@RM /!\

Read at your own risks.

You were watching him since he arrived a few months ago.Bearely eating and sleeping,just looking at the two pictures he brought with him. The little picture frames had a picture of his daughter in a football jersey and the other one with his wife and her obviously pregnant belly.

The only time he talked was at breakfast to ask for coffee.The other patients tried to talk with him but his stern expression clearly turned them off and now he was alone at his breakfast table.

Miguel O'Hara was an empty hole now that his gorgeous wife and energetic daughter were not there to fill him up with joy.They died in a car accident when Miguel was at work,they wanted to surprise him for his birthday with a cake at his workplace but a truck hit their car on side , hurting his wife badly and Gabriella died of her injuries.

When he came home after staying by their side at the hospital, everything was calm,too calm , nobody to ask him how his day went ,nobody to complain about his scratchy beard. He quickly went downhill, and started cutting himself, the blood drawn from his wrists relieving the pain in his heart. His brother who heard the news sometimes checked on him ,trying to help him.He brought him to therapy , group therapy , tried other kinds of medecine but none of them worked to soothe his mind.

After all they went to see him, if he took the day off for his birthday and did not drown himself in work like always ,maybe they could've still been here?

But one day ,Miguel didn't answer Gabi's call.One time,two time,five times! He then drove to check on his brother ,worried of his state ,will he be still alive?

Miguel was barely , his body lazily laying on his bed,Gabi couldn't tell if he was asleep or unconscious but when his brother didn't flinch at his pinch ,he immediately called 911 and helped save his brother's life. Miguel tried to overdose himself to leave this world and join his wife and daughter's one.

Which brought him here ,in your service at the psychiatric hospital where doctors tried to but obviously failed to help him with mourning.He only liked you , your smile reminded him of Gabriella and you had the same eyes as his wife.It was a miracle when his hoarse voice complimented you on your hair. When he was in the common room ,it was now his habit to discuss with him about anything ,he was telling about his last job at Alchemax ,his brother that got a chipped tooth because of him , how he taught Gabriella to play football. He would talk about anything if it was with you.

Today was no different,you were sitting in the library with him ,doing crosswords of today's newspaper. When the definition "It pushes to help others" in 10letters appeared

"If I was in the room with the doctor would it help you?,you said ,scribbling letters down

-Why?

-To help you walk small steps into getting better,it would be a nice effort no?

-I don't know if I will ever get better,Y/N.There is no hope for me.

-Miguel..,you took his hand, you're not gonna get better in a blink,you need to take baby steps..and if I need to help you take those steps it would be with pleasure.I would love for you to see your brother again,you have so much opportunities waiting for you.You're only 31..."

He sighed ,rubbed his eyes and let go of his glasses.He actually thought about your proposition,your presence soothed him so maybe he would open up a bit more?

"One try then.And if it doesn't work you'll have to stop trying to make me feel better."

You nodded,taking his hand and smiled

"Thank you Miguel and I promise you, this will be your first step into getting back out there".

Days later , Miguel actually talked to the doctors,you were always at his side to rub his shoulders,encourage him , whispering how proud you were of him and praising him for opening up about tough subjects.Of course it wasn't done in days but as months goes by he felt a bit better ,you were to help him take his first baby steps and now he sometimes went without you to doctor's appointments.

The day the doctor released him from the facility he looked back at the crosswords you did that day and completed the last cases left empty.

"It pushes you to help in 10?

-Yeah it was the only word I couldn't find ,you smiled at the door frame,happy to see him rested and ready to go outside,nicely dressed in his shirt and pants when just months ago he would be in sweats and dirty tatoo exposing his once muscles biceps.

-Hm..Solidarity"

You smiled as he finally completed the crosswords and looked back at you,hugging you tightly.

Years later,you didn't have much of his news until a wedding invitation came in your office, joined by a picture of him and his new partner ,happy as ever.

THERE YOU GO!

That scenario got into my head months ago and I wrote it just today lol, I tried to remember some elements from my own experience but I'm sorry if it was a bit uncanny??

Take care of yourselves,if you got bad ideas or thoughts remember people cares about you and get help from people who you trust <3

Love on y'all °3°

My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life has always been filled with dreams and ambitions. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013. Then, I decided to broaden my knowledge and pursued a degree in Primary Education in 2016. As time went on, I felt that technology was the future, and now I am studying Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face life's challenges.

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This was my home before it was destroyed🤍.

I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and works with my father. My father used to own a workshop for aluminum manufacturing, and our lives were relatively stable despite the challenges we faced.

This is my home after it was destroyed💔.

But the war did not spare us. In an instant, everything we owned was destroyed. Our home, my university, which I considered a refuge, and my father's workshop, which was our source of income, were all gone. We were forced to flee from northern Gaza and found ourselves living in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to our new reality.

The killing of dreams and aspirations 💔.

This is my younger brother Khaled. He finished his university studies and was aspiring to continue his education and earn a master's degree 💪. But the war shattered his dream when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.

These are photos of our current place.💔

Despite everything I have been through, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but this time not alone. I want to help my family build a new life and achieve the dreams I have not given up on. To do this, I need your support. I aspire to launch a fundraising campaign that will help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family🤍💪.

I believe that life is lived with love and hope, and that despite all the pain and loss, a person can rise again if they find someone who believes in and supports them. My story is not just one of displacement and war; it is a story of strength and determination. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.

Your support through donations will be crucial in protecting my family from the brink of death. Every euro you contribute could play a vital role in saving our lives 🙏🏻🙏🏻.

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Omg guys ,what are your playlists for writing but I STUMBLED ONTO THIS ONE,I FELL THROUGH THE ROOF .I mean vocaloid music and then Waltz of The Flowers?Babe you got my hand in my marriage.

Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

I'm so glad you bought for me, imagine me,in my homeless style pay for a cutesy plushie nuhuh

edern!!!!! trick or treat :)

Have that thing from a store which made me laugh outloud

I've read it ,lost it then found it again hell yeah fav fanfic of my fav clown

Jessica Rabbit Effect Master list

Due to this Growing Series it deserved its own Masterlist!

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Prequals

Heart On My Sleeve

Jessica Rabbit Effect

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Extras!

Extras 1

An artist : Aw man! I saw my arts were reposted on Instagram. I’ve asked them to take my arts down but they ignored me.

Me : Say no more! Click this link, then click ‘fill out this form’. Fill the form and wait for about 1-2 days, the staffs will remove the image you were reporting from the reposter’s account :^)

Guys, gals and others.

I did something.

crazy how society only allows men to walk around with their nipples out ? 🤨