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“Where is humanity when children’s dreams are buried beneath the rubble?”

“Humanity is not measured by words but by your stance on the innocent blood shed without reason.”

Help Palestinian family to evacuate from Gaza

Hello, I’m Ibrahim from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children.

Our life before 10/07/2023 was full of optimism and peace, but because of the brutal war and the mass extermination carried out by the occupation army on Gaza on that date, we lost our home and were forced to flee, moving more than 8 times in search of a safe place, but to no avail.

The war destroyed my livelihood and my family’s livelihood, and we faced hunger, illness, and the harsh conditions of heat and cold for an entire year. We lived in a small tent that we moved in several times to different places, fleeing from the bombing and destruction, all in search of safety.

In the midst of this tragedy, my dear mother was severely injured as a result of bombing by the occupation’s planes. She was transferred to Egypt for treatment. She underwent five surgeries, and now she is staying in a hospital in Egypt. However, we are unable to bear the costs of her treatment and the required medical supplies, while we have no income or source of livelihood. Additionally, the blockade on Gaza prevents us from visiting her due to the enormous amounts required to coordinate our entry through the Rafah crossing.

Amid this suffering, we were blessed with a newborn.

His arrival brought us great joy, but it also increased our burdens. Our baby needs special care, and his needs, such as formula milk and diapers, have become extremely expensive. I cannot describe the feeling of helplessness when he cries from hunger, and I cannot meet his needs. The high prices and the absence of income have made securing even the most basic necessities for him nearly impossible.

To my second family،

Our situation, as well as the situation of my family and the people of Gaza, has become incredibly tragic. Can you imagine that my wife, our four children, and I, along with our entire family, have been displaced more than 8 times and have lived in tents for over 13 months? We are now suffering from hunger in the truest sense of the word. The occupation uses hunger as a weapon and has blocked the entry of aid and food trucks for over two months, leading the country to famine. Prices have skyrocketed, and every day that passes, we live in real hunger.

Please, don’t grow tired of us and don’t stop talking about this injustice.

Thank you for your generosity and support in these difficult times

“In Gaza, it’s not just the sun that sets… but also souls that depart, and dreams buried beneath the rubble.”

“A child in Gaza doesn’t dream of toys; he dreams of a peaceful sleep undisturbed by the sound of bombs.”

“Here in Gaza, time isn’t measured by hours, but by the number of breaths left under the shelling.”

“In every corner of Gaza, there is a story of pain, but also a tale of resilience defying death.

I need your help and support now more than ever.

Be part of restoring hope and rebuilding lives… Donate now and become part of Gaza’s story of resilience. Share the campaign with your friends; every share makes a difference and brings us closer to hope.”

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Help my family rebuild our life 🇵🇸🍉

Dear Humanity,

My name is Hazem, and I am 27 years old, living in the Gaza Strip with my wife, Nadra, who is 26 and expecting our first child. We led a simple life until the recent war devastated everything, forcing us to flee multiple times. We now live in a tent on the streets, facing unbearable conditions.

In addition to the war, I lost my father, and our home, my store, and everything we worked for were destroyed. As I prepare to become a father, I am deeply concerned about the future of our unborn child and the care my wife needs during her pregnancy.

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The purpose of this GoFundMe campaign is to seek financial support to:

Ensure safe conditions for Nadra's pregnancy.

Rebuild our lives and secure a stable environment for our family.

Provide basic necessities such as food, shelter, and medical care.

We desperately need your help to rebuild and provide a better future for our child. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a difference. We are truly grateful for any support. 🫂🙏

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The Power of Memories 🎞️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.

And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

You Are Helping Us Hold On 💙

The generosity of strangers is something I never thought I’d have to rely on. But when war takes everything from you, kindness becomes the only thing left to hold onto.

Today, we’ve reached $2,200, and it is because of you.

💔 We have lost more than words can explain. 💔 We are still grieving, still searching for stability. 💔 But you are helping us get through this.

If you can, please help. If you can’t, a simple share means the world.

Thank you for standing with us.

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My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Emergency:Help me get out of Gaza for treatment🙏💔

🙏🏻😞Stop.. Don't Skip Read Our Story During The War To The End 🙏🏻😞

I am Ibrahim from Gaza, from a family of 3. I have a head injury, my eye was amputated, and there is a bullet in my head that has many complications. I need to receive treatment quickly, but I cannot because of the war on Gaza. The health situation is very difficult, and I need your help to travel outside Gaza and receive treatment, implant a lens in my eye, and remove the bullet that caused the cerebral fluid to bleed from my nose. We have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter. I cannot provide clothes for my daughter Shahd, nor can I provide diapers, milk, or anything that will make them forget the harshness of the war and the coming winter, and I am unable to provide for my family’s needs.

On October 7th, our lives changed forever. My family left our home to the southern Gaza Strip on the beach, hoping to return soon. 😭But that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, which was once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins and destruction. Our dreams have been shattered. I appeal to the whole world to hear my sad cries and the cries of my family and my daughter, for whom I cannot provide any of her rights as a child.

We need a helping hand to leave Gaza and receive treatment to implant a lens so that my daughter Shahad can see me in the most beautiful way and remove the bullet from my head that made me suffer a lot. I hope you will help me if each person donates 10 dollars. You will help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza. The most difficult decision for us was to leave Gaza to overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered and start a new life from scratch and provide for the needs of my daughter Shahad like all the children in the world. Shahad deserves to live like the rest of the children in the world.

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🙏💔Please donate or share. With all respect and gratitude🙏💔

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Hello I am Ahmed aldany 15 years old live in Gaza

🚨Look what happened to me yesterday 😱

Yesterday was a cold winter day, when I left our very cold tent in the displacement camp where I was looking for some food for my family. While I was walking in the deserted street, a skinny cat caught my attention, turning over the remains of the garbage with extreme hunger. Her sight was painful, she looked weak and exhausted, and her eyes carried a look of distress. 💔

I approached her cautiously, as I know that hunger can make her afraid. I took out a can of sardines that I had bought to satisfy my hunger, but I gave it to the cat and remained without food, and extended it towards her. She hesitated a little before she started eating it greedily. I sat next to her and looked at her, and I saw a wound on her foot that was hindering her movement, and it was clear that she needed treatment. 😭💔

I decided to help her. I carried her gently and returned home with her. Despite the limited resources, I washed her wound with a wet cloth and gave her some water and food that we shared as a family. The cat gradually began to recover, and became a part of our lives. We named her "Amal" because she gave us a sense of hope despite everything we were going through.😭😭

One day, while I was sitting with her, I remembered my previous cat who was killed in cold blood by the occupation in the bombing of our house. This is a picture of me and her sleeping in my arms, feeling reassured.🥹❤️

I also thought about my situation. I also need help; my damaged teeth make me feel pain every day, and I need dental implants to be able to eat normally. But how can I afford the treatment?🥺😭😭

So I hope all my friends will donate to me and help me, and also share my story or write a post explaining the details we are living so that the whole world knows the suffering we are living. Thank you. I hope you will help me and my new cat Amal🥹❤️❤️

My campaign vatted by:

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“Silent watcher” Kenzo Tenma x F!Reader

genre: fluff, slight angst to comfort. cw: slight spoilers, anxiety, dealing with trauma, post canon au

The second week of October in the foothills of southern Germany was overcast. From the small open balcony, where her feet were freezing from standing for so long, there was a view of the misty plain a couple of dozen meters down the slope. She rested her shoulder on the door frame, slightly leaning to the side, and dispassionately watched the drumming raindrops. The humidity of the air provided a sense of coolness with each breath, as if reaching the alveoli directly, and the rhythmic pounding of the drops hitting the surface was pleasantly calming.

Once she hated the rain. But then something changed. No, the rainfalls did not become less frequent, less gray. She became different.

From a warm awareness, a shadow of a smile appeared on her calm face, and her auditory receptors were distracted by another monotonous sound. The rustle of the rain slowly began to replace by the rustle of a pen sliding over paper, coming from the bedroom they shared for the duration of their stay in the hotel. Her bare feet carefully stepped over the wooden sill, not wanting to feel the still fresh pain of hitting it last night, and found themselves on a room’s floor which was only a couple of degrees warmer than the wet tiles of the balcony. Her hair, slightly fluffed up by the moisture, kept trying to get into her face as her quiet steps made their way towards the desk.

He had once loved the rain. But then something had changed. No, the rainfalls had not become less frequent, less gray. He had become different.

The black ink of the pen traced the lines of the German alphabet evenly on the expensive coated paper. He wanted to focus on the unwanted mail, just not to hear it, just not to remember it, just not to see it. The meaningless advertisements and annoying requests for interviews that he had finally learned to ignore seemed to be a salvation for him at such moments. Focusing on the calligraphic handwriting, on the work of the hand, writing the letters with excessive diligence, he was distracted. Perhaps this was partly why he decided to connect his life with neurosurgery. Endless hours of painstaking manual work freed him from the need to live in the present. The brain was busy, the heart also temporarily fell quiet. The silence lulled.

Kenzo continued to write out template phrases of greetings, apologies, farewells. It seemed as if just a little more and he would go to the neighboring rooms, collecting advertising letters, and would write responses to them, signing them himself as Mr. N or Mrs. T. He himself, also not noticing, slightly blushed from excessive efforts, completely immersed in routine work.

The pen froze only for a moment, when a cool trace of someone else's palm remained on his hot cheek, on the opposite temple - a slight imprint of cold lips.

If someone had been watching them through the window that overlooked the shallow slope, they would have been reminded of Klimt's "Kiss". The play of temperatures descended on his collarbone, diving under the collar of his wide shirt along with a woman's forearm, as cold as the pads of her fingers, which still tormented the capillaries on his cheek with a chill. The rain was disgusting to him. The rain was mixed with blood, hatred, the sticky and tenacious nightmare of Ruenheim. But now only it gave him another moment with her, another joyful moment of life. Another second, minute, hour, day spent with someone who truly knew him. Love in the present, not the future and not the past.

And only the rain could paint their "Kiss".

English is not my first language, but I’m pretty fluent, so had to use translator and correct some mistakes, would love some feedback :)

What Strength Really Means 💪

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and this is my story.

I grew up in Gaza, a place that was once full of life. I had dreams, hopes, and a deep love for my home. But in a matter of months, everything changed. I lost my home. I lost my sense of security. I lost people I loved more than anything in the world. 💔

People often talk about strength like it’s something you can see—something loud, something powerful. But I’ve learned that true strength is often quiet.

Strength is waking up every morning when you don’t know what the day will bring. Strength is carrying the memories of those you’ve lost, while still choosing to move forward. Strength is believing in a better tomorrow, even when today feels impossible.

I don’t share my story for sympathy. I share it because I know that there is still kindness in this world. I still believe in people, in love, in hope. And I know that no matter what happens, I will keep going. Because that’s what strength really is.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. Just knowing that someone out there is listening means the world to me. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

I am Ahmed from Gaza🍉🇵🇸

Today I fed a large number of hungry cats and dogs who are suffering from the ravages of war and severe food shortages. There are many people who help people, but there are no people who help innocent animals who die from hunger and disease. Please help me continue this work. Your small donation can change a lot.🥺💔

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A cry for help from Gaza 🇵🇸🚨❤

🚨Hello, I am writing to you with a heart full of hope and faith and I am asking for your help. We need your support please, this letter is for the family of my friend Mahmoud from Gaza. Help us spread the word. Donations are going very slowly. The amount is 35,000 euros. The remaining is 29,000 euros. Donations are going very slowly. We need your support. Donate. Please share if you can. Every share and donation can make a difference in the life of Mahmoud's family. Help save Mahmoud's family from genocide. Free Gaza🚨🩹🇵🇸🍉

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