The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?
I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.
How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?
If you're reading this, you have power — power to share, power to donate, power to care.
Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late. Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please don’t look away
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My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
🚨flour is scarce, and hunger is gnawing at my children's stomachs. 🚨‼️
For months, my family and I haven't tasted any fresh vegetables or meat. Obtaining bread has become an impossible task. Hunger has reached the point where we've been forced to sell some of our personal and household belongings, which we acquired after our house was completely demolished, to raise money for our basic needs amid the skyrocketing prices of flour and other scarce goods available in the markets.
The severe restrictions imposed by the Israeli occupation authorities on the entry of humanitarian aid and commercial goods have led to the depletion of everything in the markets and the rise in prices. As a result, famine has "eaten" our bodies. Due to the intense hunger, we eat flour that is infested with weevils and insects.
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This campaign is created on behalf of a very valuable and dear friend of mine, Hammad A., who is dealing with devastating tragedy and loss that none of us in the empirical core could possibly begin to imagine.
Hammad is one of the most thoughtful, considerate, and hard-working people I know -- and while he has tried his best to provide for his family under these immensely difficult circumstances, he now needs our help to keep him and his family alive.
Picture this: Your life has been turned upside down instantly; everything you have worked your whole life for -- gone in an instant. Everything you once knew turned to rubble and destruction. Your home, where you grew up and created childhood memories with -- gone. Your job, where you dedicated your energy and effort into building a career you loved -- gone. The most basic necessities we take for granted -- warmth, fresh air, the ability to move around freely and safely -- ripped away from you.
As you understand by now, there is only so much resilience the human body can endure, and the urgent need to do anything you can to save your family is the exact reason Hammad has allowed us the opportunity to help him and his family be freed from the immense suffering and stress they currently face.
His tent was recently flooded, damaging the little items that he had after losing everything, and destroying the little shelter he and his family had to protect them against the harsh elements.
Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.
IN LIGHT OF THE POSSIBILITY OF HIS TRAILER DROPPING TOMORROW, THIS 100% EXPLAINS WHY IT TOOK SO LONG...
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
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The Sound of Empty Stomachs Is Louder Than Bombs: A Family in Gaza Calls for Your Help!
Amid war, airstrikes, and destruction, my family in Gaza is living through a silent tragedy. Between the buzzing of warplanes and the explosions, there is another sound echoing... the sound of empty stomachs. My little child, the women, and all of us sit in the corner of our tent, waiting for a meal that might never come.
The crisis is not just the tent, the demolished walls, the blocked roads, or the biting cold. It’s something simpler yet far more cruel... food. My family hasn’t tasted vegetables or meat for over three months. Day by day, they lose something else: yesterday it was fruit, and today it’s flour — a dream now out of reach due to its scarcity and exorbitant price.
Every moment is a battle for survival, and every bite of food pulls us back from the brink of hunger.
Will you let us suffer? Will you allow the sound of hunger to be louder than the voice of your conscience?
Contribute now, even a small amount, because in these conditions, even the smallest help means life!
Donate to my family and help keep them alive. What might be your next meal is an unattainable dream for them.
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Be the difference. Be the voice of humanity in a time of deafening silence!
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I REALLY NEED TSUPRO TO RELEASE ULTRAMAN OMEGA’S TRAILER OR I’M DRAWING HIM PREGNANT
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My name is Hashem from Gaza. I am 32 years old and my wife, Samar, is 27 years old. We have a child born in the eighth month of pregnancy. His mother was premature because of my wife's fear of war. My large family consists of 8 members: my father, mother, four male brothers and 2 females. My father died in the war due to a lack of medicine in hospitals as a result of the fierce war on Gaza.
My story began when we were displaced from our home in northern Gaza in mid-October 2023 after a letter threatening eviction, and then the house was targeted and destroyed. Between this Exodus and the current fifth Exodus there are many stories and sufferings.
We now live in plastic tents, which are thermal ovens, which are not suitable for living and do not provide the minimum necessities of life, in addition to the spread of epidemics and diseases, which puts our lives in danger.
Through this campaign, we are trying to collect enough money to meet our needs and get us out of the Gaza Strip safely. We ask you to stand by us and protect us from this severe danger.
Hashem alshawish
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Mena is a college student living in Gaza studying to become a nurse.
Imagine your life as Mena's. Faced with horrors we cannot even begin to realize; so close to the dream that she has held tightly in her heart since childhood, with a simple desire to help the people around her in any which way she can, and right when she is so close to realizing her dream, to turning it into her life and her reality, her dream is shattered - slipping through her fingers as she desperately tries to hold onto it: her dreams, her inspiration, her motivations, even her friends and teachers, some of whom were killed during the war.
All she has left is her dream, striving to fulfill it.
Even during the war, with the education she had received before the war flipped her life upside-down, she put that knowledge to work, standing alongside nurses and doctors in the field and tending to horrible wounds with limited access to medical tools and resources - helping anyone she could, while hungry, thirsty, with nowhere but a flimsy tent to lay her head down at night, exposed to the harsh elements.
Mena's whole life has been dedicated to helping the people around her. It is now our turn to show Mena the unconditional love and support that she has shown to anybody lucky enough to cross her path. ❤️
The university contacted her a couple days ago, letting her know that she will have to pay the fees she's incurred for the online courses she's dedicated herself to during the war; studying as her childhood home was shelled and destroyed along with all of her and her family's things and lifetime of saved funds, memorizing her work as bombs dropped on her university, crumpling it to stone and dust.
Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Mena, paypal is linked below.
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
💔 $5,000 for the father.
💔 $5,000 for the mother.
💔 $2,500 for Khaled.
💔 $2,500 for Intesar.
, The rest will go toward essential living expenses—because there’s no safety net here, no hospitals, no medicine, no healthy food.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything❤️❤️🙏
We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️Jehad❤
We are approaching the middle of Ramadan, and our memories return to last year when we broke our fast to the sound of explosions. Today, despite the deafening silence, we find ourselves facing the same suffering due to the closure of the crossings for the 12th consecutive day. Gaza is on the verge of famine due to shortages of basic goods and interruptions in gas, water, and electricity. We are in dire need of wood to power the clay oven purchased thanks to your donations, as the lack of wood means we cannot obtain bread and food. Our goal is to raise €4,500.
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We are living through unbearable hardship, trying to hold onto hope despite the pain. We desperately ask for help from anyone who can support us in any way. Your kindness, no matter how small, could be life-saving and give us a chance to rebuild.
Please share this post and help us reach those who can offer
Nothing is more heartbreaking than being displaced with your children amidst destruction, but we still believe that kindness exists in the hearts of people.
Hello, There’s no place on Earth more difficult to live in than this. It’s the most chaotic region on the planet. Our daily struggle just to get water is exhausting — we fill containers and carry them over long distances Unfortunately, famine has returned, and securing food is harder than anything you can imagine! There’s no infrastructure here, and the streets are filled with sewage, spreading disease, especially among children Despite all this, we’re desperately trying to find a place that is even somewhat livable I can’t return to my job yet to support my family because I need reliable internet and stable electricity, which are both expensive here. I still need your help, and I hope you can reblog this message and donate if you’re able to Thank you 🌹
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Dear friends, In the past few days, I've been grappling with the trauma of the situation and trying to figure out what comes next after the ceasefire. After everything we've endured, I am finally able to return to the north of Gaza, where our homes once stood, now reduced to rubble.I am contacting you because I need to rebuild a simple place that will contain my family. I cannot bear the expenses alone because I lost my job due to the war. I hope that you will help me with any amount you can. This will make a big difference to me and my family.
My heart is tied to that place, to the sky above our home, even if it’s uninhabitable. I miss it so deeply, and I need to be there with my loved ones, surrounded by what’s left of our life. I trust you, my friends, and I consider you my family. Please, if you can, help us cover the transportation costs. Every little bit counts, and your support would mean the world to us during this difficult time. If you can’t donate, sharing this with others who might be able to help would also make a huge difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. With love, 🌸
" I apologize for the inconvenience, and I am bringing this to your attention by tagging all those who support the justice of our Palestinian cause "
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I was able to pirate the Arc Movie and I got to say…
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IT WAS PEAKKKK AND GAYY AS HELLL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(and I predicted a bunch of shit but forget that)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAA TSUPRO YOU CAN HAVE MY SOUL NOW
Every Share, Every Kind Word Matters 🙏
The weight of grief and survival is crushing. There is no break, no moment of peace. Every day, we are forced to keep moving forward, even when we don’t know where forward leads.
Today, we’ve reached $2,200, and that means everything. It means we have people who still believe in us, who still care.
💔 The struggle is not over. 💔 The losses are too deep to count. 💔 But your kindness helps us breathe.
If you can help, please do. If not, sharing this post helps more than I can explain. You never know who might see it, who might be moved to help.
Thank you for holding onto hope with us.
Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.
We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
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Here in Gaza after a cruel war, We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
We need your support to save us and to help us after the destruction that surrounding us here in Gaza.
Please if you can't donate you can share it with your friends, family, and networks. Together, you can help me give my children hope, warmth, and sustenance in this critical time.🙏🙏🙏🍉💔
Still can’t take TeaCoffee off my mind so have some angst with Gilarc!Shu and Yuma, since the movie’s about to be released…AND I AM COOKING! (P.S. I’m still practicing how to draw ultras, so I know Arc and Gilarc look a bit like shit, so I apologize for that.)
My name is Mahmoud, and today I am writing about my family
I’m husband and father of two children we evacuated at the beginning of the war. but my family is still suffering inside Gaza
My family was a beautiful, cheerful family that loved life and they love each other.
We have children are make fun and they the source of happiness for home
Until one day, the sounds of explosions overtook them. Days passed, and these days were very difficult for everyone in the family. Suddenly, my father fell ill, and it was determined that he was suffering with cancer, and needed surgery outside the Gaza Strip. But, because of the situation, he was unable to leave Gaza for treatment — eventually, due to lack of medical care and after suffering with his symptoms, he died.
The money we hope to raise through this fundraiser will go towards caring for and supporting the remaining members of Mahmoud's family, in light of the loss of Mahmoud's father. The money we collect will be utilised to meet his family's needs
The money raised will go towards evacuation fees for my family of 9 members : 4 adults and 5 children. I hope everyone will help my family, and help them receive the urgent medical care they need.
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Mohamad has lost so much and now he’s drowning in debt trying to keep his sister and her five kids safe. He needs our help to bring them to safety and start anew.
We’re 14% of the way there (€2,864/€20,000). Every euro counts. Every share matters. Regardless of his name, skin color, or religion—this is about humanity.
Donate & share: Donation Link
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Please, let’s make this happen. 🙏
WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WAS I ACTUALLY COOKING CHAT???????
PS should I edit in the rainbow tears now?
In light of the events from the recent ep (Ep 23)…it suddenly gave me this idea of how Shu could end up as Gilarc’s host. Long story short, Guil Arc’s part of the Sage’s trial, gets Shu to be Guil-Arc host by convincing him (or using his concern for Yuma’s safety/insecurities) promising that he can “free” Yuma from the responsibility of being a hero (or something to that sort), ergo keeping him from potentially dying at some point because of being Arc. So on top of the shit that just happened in ep 22, from the whole “I don’t wanna lose you” bs and Shu snapping at Chief Ban cuz he’s basically watching the love of his life fucking get his ass beat with no chance of winning (and if you include the anxiety he felt during the time Yuma disappeared for 4 days during the Blazar Crossover arc, as evident in his diary entries) have this angsty drawing I did based on a screenshot from the trailer (and potentially a what-if scene for the movie lmao)
Here’s the cleaner version:
And here’s the screenshot
Anyways holy fuck I need this movie so fucking bad omggggggggg
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Thanks to your incredible kindness, we’ve reached 19,800 out of 30,000. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now: 🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us. 😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment. 💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude, Mosab and Family ❤️
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line
Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters
Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
🌟 For Life or What? 🌟
We don't even know anymore. Khaled, my little one, has started pronouncing the word "bombing," and it terrifies me.
I’m not here to beg or list every detail—because even an entire newspaper wouldn’t be enough. The images on TV screens and the stories you see online already tell you so much about what we endure. But no matter how much you see, you’ll never truly feel what we feel. And I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.
We are victims of conflicts we never chose. We love life—deeply, desperately—as long as we’re allowed to live it. We don’t want war, we don’t want destruction. All we want is a future. A future for ourselves, for our children—a future like every other human being deserves.
How You Can Help In this moment of despair, I reach out to you—not just as a stranger, but as a fellow human being. Our humanity connects us, and compassion knows no boundaries. Your kindness, no matter how small, can bring a glimmer of hope to our lives, shattered by war.
Here’s what we’re trying to rebuild: 💔 $5,000 for the father. 💔 $5,000 for the mother. 💔 $2,500 for Khaled. 💔 $2,500 for Intesar. The rest will go toward essential living expenses—because there’s no safety net here, no hospitals, no medicine, no healthy food.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️