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Ibrahim (@aburakhiaibrahim) is only 20 years old, and he has been fundraising to support himself and his family of 28 people for more than a year now! They have been displaced countless of times, they have lost everything they owned to the bombs, and they are tired and hungry.
With the blockade of aid and Israel's renewed aggression on Gaza, they are struggling more than ever. More than 900 Palestinians have been killed since Israel broke the ceasefire agreement. Israel has even been targeting charity kitchens in Gaza, killing hungry Palestinians are waiting for a meal. Food prices are surging, and this is why your donation is so important to supporting Palestinians in Gaza like Ibrahim and his family! With your donations, you can help purchase basic necessities like food for 28 people including 15 children!
Vetted! This fundraiser is vetted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds, #336 on vetted fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein, nabulsi, and MohAyesh, #802 on Butterfly Effect Project vetted list!
Only $11,842 CAD raised of $30K goal despite fundraising since March 2024! (That's equivalent to only $8277 USD raised!)
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Nilolai Astrup (Norwegian, 1880-1928), Spring Evening in Jølster, 1926.
Oil on canvas, 89.5 cmx110.5 cm. National Museum, Oslo.
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Edward Hopper (American, 1882-1967)
"Windy Day", 1938
Watercolor on paper, 19 ½ x 28 in. (49.5 x 71.1 cm.)
Private Collection
if the heavens ever did speak she’s the last true mouthpiece every sunday’s getting more bleak a fresh poison each week
unrealitycw have a Super Gay version of take me to church
it is perfectly okay to take a break from reality. I am allowed to step into the void or perhaps an alternate dimension for a moment when things get overwhelming