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She lives a regal life with a lovely view of Doha's skyline.

The seven heavens, the earth, and all those in them glorify Him. There is not a single thing that does not glorify His praises—but you ˹simply˺ cannot comprehend their glorification. He is indeed Most Forbearing, All-Forgiving. Quran 17:44

Not AI 🤍 His name is Peluche 🐾

In Turkey, there’s a social norm called “göz hakkı” — roughly, “the right of the onlooker.” If someone sees you eating or being offered food, it’s considered polite to offer them a small share. It’s not a legal right, just a cultural expectation tied to generosity and social harmony. People even say that if you don’t share, the “blessing” (bereket) of the food is lost.

Looks like this guy didn’t want the fishmonger to risk that — so he stepped in and took his share. A very polite heist.

She always gets in the way right before sujood. Her name is Kiki and she is NOT a modest girl, despite her mother’s efforts 😅

This was in eyup sultan mosque in Turkey. He also had a little nibble as he was hungry.

In a home once filled with warmth and life in Gaza, Kareem’s laughter used to echo through every corner. Today he is eleven years old, but his heart has endured what even adults struggle to bear. Kareem was like any child in the world—he loved to play, dreamed about his future, and chased simple, innocent joys… until the day everything changed.

When Kareem was nine, he was injured during the war. There were not enough hospitals, no proper medical supplies, not even anesthesia. Imagine a small child having part of his body taken while fully conscious—hearing, seeing, and feeling everything, with no escape from the pain. In that moment, it was not only part of his body that was lost, but a piece of his childhood, his sense of safety, and the life he once knew.

I am Fadi, Kareem’s father… and his mother too in the way I must carry everything for him. Beside me is my wife, Sabreen. Together we try to be the strength for our three children: Majd, Kareem, and Mohammad. We once lived a simple but beautiful life, full of contentment and peace. We had a home, a source of income, and dreams we were building step by step. But the war took everything from us. We lost our home, our livelihood, and everything we had worked for over the years.

We managed to leave Gaza after unimaginable hardship. It was not just a journey—it was survival. We left behind our memories, our home, and everything we owned. Now we are trying to start over… but starting from nothing with a child who has lost his leg is incredibly difficult.

Kareem still dreams. Despite the pain, despite everything he has been through, he still wants to live like any other child. He wants to walk, to run, to go to school without feeling different. He needs a prosthetic leg to regain the life he deserves. He needs a chance… just a chance.

We are not asking for the impossible. We are simply asking to live with dignity, to provide Kareem with the treatment he needs, and to rebuild a life that was taken from us in a moment. We want to restore hope to a child who did not choose this war and did not choose this pain.

Our story is not just words—it is the reality of a family trying to rise from the ruins. Your support can make the difference between despair and hope, between pain and life.

Help Kareem stand again… not only on a prosthetic leg, but on a new hope for life. https://chuffed.org/project/150674-support-umm-mohammeds-family-to-rebuild-their-future-and-to-survive-amidst-the-genocide?utm\_source=ig&utm\_medium=social&utm\_content=link\_in\_bio