Hello, I Would Be Grateful If You Could Help Me And My Children To Save Our Lives From This War And The
Hello, I would be grateful if you could help me and my children to save our lives from this war and the danger of death. We lost my husband in this damned war and no one is helping me. Please help me by donating and participating so that we can escape out of Gaza to safety.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-kifah-and-her-children-in-gaza-crisis
Hi! Unfortunately, i don’t have the funds to donate, but I will share your gfm link so others can find it! i’m so sorry for your loss and i’m praying for you and your family’s safety 💛
gfm link:
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Now that I have your attention...
My other posts on Nader's campaign got traction which is great but have since slowed and I want to clarify something: funds on GoFundMe CANNOT be accessed until the goal is reached, and GoFundMe also takes a percentage of them. Basically these situations look more promising than they are. So really there's no time to give up.
This campaign is organized by Abdul Salam Al-Anqar who has a 1 year old daughter suffering malnutrition as well as seven other family members. Their home and places of employment have been destroyed.
Can you match my donation of €10 today? Share in replies if you can.
Or, if not, at least share the post, not only on tumblr but other social media platforms.
help safaa and abed's family 🖤
follow @safaabed8 and @abedalazeiz verified by 90-ghost note: safaa + her family has had to make multiple accounts- they have all either been suppressed/terminated (this is also why the verification/reblogs from ibtisams/heba-20 no longer have working links)
dear moots/lovely lurkers,
i am not sure how to start this- what iteration of words will move a kind stranger to action or convince another that this passage is worth the five minutes it'll take to read it
would you be inclined to learn just how a body shuts down after being malnourished for so long? or what lengths families must go to in order to survive? perhaps a retelling of the rising temperatures-- how everything from the contaminated water they drink to the dirty pillows they lay on is hot will be enough
do you need me to lay it out so plainly that your stomachs churn and your eyes well up with tears? are you waiting to feel that pang inside your chest- the one that screams "enough is enough." do you look at safaa's beautiful family and think they deserve more?
would you still feel that way even if i told you nothing at all?
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safaa's family has managed to raise just short of 50% of their goal (€24,809 / €50,000)- campaigns require a sustained, collective effort for them to be successful. more importantly, the onus is on the rest of us to uplift stories the world will do anything to suppress. please don't leave them unheard-- donate if you can, share so others may help as well
DONATE TO SAFAA + FAMILY HERE
Our Liberation Is Bound Together Jehlen Herdman
Hello everyone
Help me and my family get more out of life
My name is Mahmoud Morshed, born on June 26, 1996, when the light of the world shone in Gaza, Palestine. I studied in elementary, middle, and high schools dreaming of becoming a prominent legal consultant, a dream that came true as I pursued law at university and completed a Master's in Criminal Law. Currently, I am a doctoral researcher in the same field.
I dreamt of having my own office where I could help people with their problems and secure their rights. However, war had other plans.
Then came October 7th, a day that brought us closer to death than ever before, marking us all among the dead. I used to feel safe in my home, going to work every day, until the war consumed our bodies, destroyed our lives, and left us as living dead. The Israeli occupation completely destroyed my office and my home within the first three days of the war. We received a call from the army demanding we evacuate within 60 seconds, leaving behind all our belongings, personal documents, and everything essential for life. Our home was utterly destroyed.
We fled to an area the army claimed was safe. During our escape in a large vehicle with many others, a nearby car was targeted, narrowly sparing us from certain death. We ended up living in southern Gaza (Nuseirat), on barren land devoid of life's necessities—no food, water, trees, or shelter.
At that time, we managed to set up a plastic tent to shelter from the freezing winter cold and rain showers. On November 16, 2023, I was injured in the left side of my back by a cluster of burning shrapnel from a phosphorous rocket that fell on the piece of land where I was living. The army ordered us to evacuate to another area again, so we moved to Zawaida, where the occupation bombed the neighboring house next to the tent we had pitched, saving us for the second time.
We then moved to Rafah, where we lived with over 300 families on a piece of land no larger than 500 square meters. There was no clean water, no healthy food, and none of life's essentials
Today, I am in Khan Younis after the occupation fully entered and took over Rafah. I am living on the beach in a plastic tent, using seawater for bathing, washing, and drinking. We lack even the most basic food, not even flour to make bread. I have lost over 37 kilograms, and my health is deteriorating.
My dream and hope are that you can help me escape even slightly from this inevitable death, just a hair's breadth away. Please read my story and truly imagine with me—I mean really imagine—that I cannot even provide my mother with a piece of dry bread.
I humbly seek your support.
Thank you all.
Please help secure a future for an entire family - me, Ashraf, my wife Ghadeer, and our lovely innocent son Yamen 👶💙
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Please bring us back to life without war, destruction, genocide or killing because this is what fills our memories after we forget what a life full of hope is like ‼️
I'm Ashraf from the war-torn Gaza. I've lived an entire life under siege in Gaza, facing relentless military actions and life-threatening conditions daily. In October 2023, the conflict escalated drastically, devastating my newly built house, my neighborhood,my workplace, and jeopardizing the lives of my family.
My wife, Ghadeer @ghadeerarqan , and I live in Gaza with our baby son Yamen. My wife gave birth to Yamen during the war, and it is all he has ever known. Yamen has spent the tenth months of his young life without a stable home, surviving a genocide.
I mourn the loss of our safe haven, but more urgently, I need to secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality.
Meet Yamane, our precious tenth-months-old. Who was born during this war, We aspire to provide him with opportunities that surpass our own experiences, fostering a future filled with joy and prosperity.
This campaign is a call to arms for all who believe in the transformative power of community support. By contributing, you're not just donating; you're actively shaping Yamane's world, ensuring his journey is filled with the promise and potential every child deserves. Join us in making a profound impact on his life
Yamen... he's only a baby. He doesn't understand the fear that grips us, the darkness that engulfs our lives. He just smiles, his eyes bright with innocent wonder, oblivious to the terror that surrounds him. He reaches for me with tiny hands, his laughter a fragile melody in this symphony of destruction. 💔
can we shield him from the reality of this war ⁉️can we keep him safe ⁉️
Your generosity is a beacon of hope for my family, especially for my little baby boy Yaman👶🩷, who deserves a future free from fear and filled with opportunity.
Thank you for standing with us during this incredibly challenging time. Your support means the world to us, 🌺🩷🌿🕊
But we still need your help to reach our goal. Please continue to share our campaign and consider contributing if you can. Together, we can create a brighter future for Yamane and all children affected by this conflict.
Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi , fundraisers list Number (#328)
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they decided to crash jasons place after patrol (jason did not agree to this)
little digital drawing i did of danny to try and get back into digital art…
📢🚨My name is Ahmed Alnabih. I am 33 years old, married, and part of a large family with three brothers and four sisters. We once lived in Gaza, where I grew up and built my life. But today, my family and I are living in a tent, in unimaginable conditions—surrounded by mud, soaked from the rain, and overwhelmed by uncertainty.☹️
The Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our home in Gaza. With heavy hearts, we fled south, taking only what little we could carry. Not long after, we received the devastating news that our house—our home—was completely destroyed. Everything I had worked for, everything that held the memories of my family, was reduced to rubble.😭😭
Now, we live in a tent, struggling to stay dry, to stay warm. The rain beats down on us as the ground turns to mud beneath our feet. The cold seeps into our bones at night, and hope feels more distant with each passing day.☹️
I never thought I would find myself in this situation, forced to rely on the kindness of strangers to survive. But here I am, asking for help, not just for myself but for my family, who have lost everything. I want to rebuild a safe home for my wife, my brothers, and my sisters. I want to give them a future, something to hold onto when everything else has been taken away.🥹
Please, if you can, donate. Every little bit brings us closer to rebuilding what we have lost and giving my family a sense of safety and dignity once more.🙏🫂❤️
Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #186 )🇵🇸
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للأسف اليوم تم تأكيد اصابة والدتي بمرض السرطان الخبيث 😔💔 ، كم هذا مؤلم وصعب جدا سماع ذلك
ما أصاب والدتي هو بسبب ما نعيشه من فقر الغذاء والدواء والمجاعة ومن الحرب والدمار وغبار الصواريخ السامة التي تتساقط علينا في غزة
أطلب منكم اليوم أن تقفوا بجانبي وبجانب امي لكي نستطيع علاجها 💔💔😔😔😔
Unfortunately, today it was confirmed that my mother has been diagnosed with malignant cancer 😔💔, how painful and difficult this is to hear. What happened to my mother is because of the poverty of food and medicine, famine, war, destruction, and the dust of toxic missiles that are falling on us in gaza
Today I ask you to stand by me and my mother so that we can treat her 💔💔😔😔😔
ok i locked in 🔒🙏💪
i hatw when i have good freaking ideas for an animation or piece and then i go to make it and suddenly i cant draw 😭😭😭 free me 😞
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
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I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
