Every day, I wake up to the sounds of explosions and the constant fear of losing my family. I work at a hospital with barely any resources, and we’re overwhelmed with patients. The situation is getting worse, and I feel like I’m failing my people.
At home, it’s just as bad. My wife, Salma, tries to keep things together for our kids—Nabeel, who’s 2, and Naya, who’s only 5 months old. But the fear is overwhelming. Nabeel asks why the sky is so loud, and Naya doesn’t even know a world without sirens and shaking walls.
I’m asking for a way to get them out of Gaza. I can’t keep them safe here anymore. They deserve a chance at life—a chance to grow up without fear.
Please, if you can help, share this. If you know of any way to help us escape, I would be forever grateful. My family’s future depends on it.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.
We don’t talk about this Starbucks feminism enough.
A very angry frog 🐸
KEEP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE. KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT. PEOPLE ARE STILL BEING SLAUGHTERED. BIDEN IS STILL SUPPORTING ISRAEL. DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT UNTIL THIS ENDS
AND NOT JUST ON TUMBLR, TALK ABOUT IT IRL. TALK ABOUT IT ON OTHER PLATFORMS. MAKE SURE EVERYONE HAS TO CONFRONT THIS
The war has returned after 15 months of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are afraid...The sound is frightening.😭
There is no food, no drink, no medicine, the crossing is closed and everything is expensive.
‼️We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
goodnight everyone (:
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Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We'd need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people's wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.