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Amir and his family have been displaced 7 times since this war began, and are under threat of being displaced again. Two days ago Israeli planes dropped leaflets over their camp saying they would be bombing the area. It is already incredibly difficult to live in these conditions even without the threat of being bombed. Please help Amir and his family by donating so they can continue purchasing basic necessities for their family! (verified, #174)

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My heart is broken in my sad son his eyes are ill and inflamed because of war and polluted water and unhealthy life we live

After we lost our home I don’t want to lose my son please don’t leave my son alone and don’t let us down

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Donate to Help Mohamed's children escape from the Gaza war to Safety, organized by Ahmed Awad

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Hi everyone, I'm back with another Gaza G*fundme post. Both of these people reached out to me over Instagram to help them evacuate and rebuild their lives. Please donate or share if you can, it would mean the world to them and to me personally to help them in whatever way you can - even if it's just a little. People in Gaza need our help more than ever.

If all of my followers donated just one dollar each, we could raise thousands together.

(Obligatory disclaimer: I am not Palestinian.)

Dr. Alaa Saleem is a surgeon in Gaza. She is such a kind soul and is trying her best to evacuate. Dr. Saleem's life, career and livelihood have been completely destroyed. For all the people she's helped and lives she's saved as a medical professional, the world has rewarded her with unfathomable horror. Please help her here.

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Heba Hani is currently trying to rebuild her life. Despite the ongoing genocide, she's found some meager joy in making pastries with the little aid Israel allows into Gaza. The zionist entity destroyed the only home she's ever known. Please donate to help Heba below.

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Im Mohammed Alhabil from Gaza , I am a father of three young children "Ahmed , Osama , Mira ", My wife and I are trying as much as possible to save what remains of our children’s childhood.

We lost our home, all our dreams and memories were destroyed, and everything we built over the past years was lost. We have become without shelter or a place to live or live in. 😞💔

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We were displaced from Gaza to Rafah at the beginning of the war, and we survived the genocide that occurred, We somewhat found some peace there as it was a safe area, but unfortunately, after Rafah was attacked, we left under bombing, destruction, and gunfire.

My children and I saw death, and we were displaced again. To Nuseirat, as it is somewhat a safe area, but there is no safety after the attack on Nuseirat a month ago. We have lived an unforgettable experience of fear, death, and genocide, and now I wish that everything would end and that I and my young children would be saved from all of this. They have no fault in what is happening, so I created the link so that they can have a better life and escape this genocide that is stalking them and eliminating their childhood 💔💔

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So please, I am speaking to the human inside you. Please help me and my children survive this war and do everything you can to help me through this 🙏🙏💔

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Please help us start a new life away from everything that is happening and live in peace with my innocent children ❤🍉

I'm Ahmed mater from Gaza ,I live in Holland land now,but my children are under war in Gaza ,they live in displacement camp now .Please,help them to continue their life with out saige and war .Thier schools and their house are destroyed . and l hope them to continue their education out Gaza and to meet them again .Please submit me and like , share the blog https://gofund.me/f18c36b8

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Donate to A Call from Gaza: Saving My Family from Siege and Death, organized by Ahmed Matar

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Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in Gaza Palestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are fighting death in northern Gaza and trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to destruction, fear, and instability, starvation, thirst, and poverty.

For nine months until now, we have been struggling to get proper food after prices increased by 15 to 20 times, struggling to have clean water for use and drinking. We lacked security and stability as we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. Then we had to move at least three times.

I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. You can follow me to make sure I am not a scammer and to inquire about any details. Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference.

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My campaign has been vetted by @90-ghost , @northgazaupdates , @el-shab-hussein , and @nabulsi 's vetted list, line 205.

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HELP US EVACUATE GAZA

Greetings, my name is Tariq and I am from Gaza. I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your interest in my fundraiser. Unfortunately, the amount raised is still low, currently sitting at only $550 out of my goal of $35,000. Any donation, no matter how small, would be greatly appreciated. Additionally, I would be grateful if you could spread the word about my situation with your friends, family, and across your social media channels. The more people who become aware of my cause, the better my chances of achieving my fundraising objective. Thank you for your support.

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Dear beloved supporters, I am reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency to seek your help. As you may know, I have

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ITS BEEN REPORTED THAT THIS HAS BEEN THE DEADLIEST NIGHT FOR GAZA CAN YOU GUYS STOP TWEETING ABOUT OTHER THINGS AND SPEAK UP ABOUT THIS IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU ALL TO CARE FOR JUST A MINUTE. PLEASE GIVE GAZA A VOICE I NEED YALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW SERIOUS THIS IS. THEY NEED YOU.

THIS IS AFTER ISRAEL DISCUSSED USING NUCLEAR WEAPONRY ON GAZA, THIS IS AFTER THEY SHUT THEM OFF AGAIN FROM THE WORLD. CAN YOU NOT SEE WHAT THEYRE PLANNING. CAN YOU PLEASE SPEAK UP

Anger

I had a breakdown again earlier today.

Like something hot and red and ugly and just so much hatred with no target to shoot it on. For some reason I thought is this how Jason Todd had felt? Or maybe is this how Bruce Wayne felt once he grew up and realized how on earth does people like Joe Chill can get away with so little and he in that one night, lost everything he knew?

With so much hatred and anger and just this huge hole in your heart that felt more like it was ripped away from you rather than just being taken? Is this how being angry at the world feels like? Angry at everything that has happened? Is this how craving for vengeance feels like?

I remember being told that revenge has a smell and it is sweet, and almost dizzying like an aphrodisiac.

I remember clutching the front of my shirt and felt how stuck my scream felt in my throat and I can’t just scream it out with my brother across the hallway and my sister downstairs.

I can’t do this, I can’t keep this in, I can’t keep on doing this.

I remember a time we were told that the whole family has anger issues.

Dad is a bomb, ticking and ticking with the time always border lining on 0 every time he tries to pushes us too far to the edge and he seems eager for us to push him back in retaliation.

Mom keeps it in until something bad & ugly & stupid & disrespectful happens from us, and there comes the screams and the glares and the disappointment.

My brother’s anger is physical, he hits you and pulls in some punches just to make you hurt the same way he does.

My sister’s anger is physical as well, but in the way it’s childish because still, she is still a child.

More often than not, her anger pushes dad’s clock to 0 as well and that will sometimes reign in Mom’s disappointment and if it isn’t her pushing it to explode, it will be my brother’s idea of rebellious retaliation.

And I’ll stand there.

Just a soldier, standing still in the minefield as the shots keep flying and the bombs kept giving way.

Silence become my defense as it was never really my weapon.

And growing up with the understanding how much power and destruction a bomb can hold, well I know how dangerous a wrath’s path can be.

So, I reign it in. So, I push every single pure, pure anger that threatens to boil to the surface.

My grief sometimes overcome my anger I think, enough so that I forgot that I can be angry sometimes.

My anger, I think, is physical as well.

My anger, I think, is the opposite of who I fights to become.

My anger, I think, is not a bomb, or a silent glare or a bursting scream.

My anger creeps in, my knuckles throb with every poison that rushes through my vein.

I don’t get angry, I don’t, I won’t, I never.

I don’t get angry because if I do, I don’t know how I’ll face the aftermath of it.

I can feel it, when it pulses, when it tries to fight through the restraints. I can feel it when my veins are filled with adrenaline and the want, the need to just, hurt. I can feel it and I know it’s there ‘because I can feel my eyes harden, I can feel my legs muscle constrict with the will to run towards the anger itself, I can feel my grip tightens around on itself ‘because I want to hit and punch and injure and hurt, hurt, hurt.

And I buries it in.

I learn to let out the insults because it soothes the fire but if you’ve been trapping the flames in an oxygen cavity and keep adding to it without ever giving it a chance to see the light of day, a verbal fight does little to calm it.

I learn that after letting out the insults, to give it time, time to turn it into guilt and grief instead.

Dr K thinks that what I’m doing might as well be the equivalent of driving a brake-less car down the hill only to run into an explosion then crashes down into the ocean with nowhere to escape out of the car.

Like letting in the adrenaline rushes through you only to trap everything in and let it consumes you.

I’ve told her that the analogy was exaggerative, I think.

I’ve crashed at the moment now.

I think it’s ironic that I used the rain and the sound of the crashing waves to calm me down.

I hate being angry.

I hate it because it isn’t me but it proves that it’s a primal instinct of mine when I didn’t bother with my mask.

All of us have masks.

I’ve seen Dad used it around his colleagues or when the topic of Grandpa comes up or when Grandma was talking about her time just around the corner.

I’ve seen Mom used it around her ‘friends’, true or not, and I’ve seen it around us when she’s far too tired and she’s far too aware of her greying hair.

I’ve seen my brother using it the most around us, never being able to settle into his skin even with those who he should trust the most.

I’ve seen it with my sister, the way she brushes off any signs of emotional vulnerability other than irritation ‘because she thought everybody would use it as a weapon against her intelligence.

I’ve seen it in the mirror of the 5-star bathroom at school, the one everybody goes to because it’s the only ones that works. Most of the time, anyways.

I’ve seen it on my friends and I’ve seen it crumbles in the anticipation of days leading up to what was the most important event of our lives as high school students back then.

Someone asked me, if I’ve cried it yet, implying if I’ve succumbed to the world-heavy pressure of the future yet. If I’ve sat down and bawled my eyes out as I realized how short on time we always seemed.

I told them, no.

There are a few strays of tears I’ve let past in the days leading up to it but I know if I sat down properly and let it out – I don’t know how much it’ll take for me to stand up again. Or if I’m ever strong enough for it anyways.

I hate grief.

And I hate my anger even more.

And as my vision blurs with the tears in my eyes that I won’t let out, and my knuckles are white as I grip the box holding in the razors tightly – I wish, I wish I never knew how safe and suffocating a mask can feel.