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Tenshi Kaiwai(ish) miku!!!!

this was for miku day but I'm kinda late heheh •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

In one corner of Gaza, drowning in destruction and echoing with suffering, sat Umm Saleh, a woman in her fifties, beside her modest tent hastily erected after losing her home in the latest bombardment. Her face told stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched on it as if they were records of unforgettable events.

Umm Saleh, who once lived in a small house filled with the voices of her children, now bore witness to the agony of displacement. She was forced to flee with her children after a shell hit their home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings she never imagined would become unattainable.

Every morning, Umm Saleh leaves her tent in search of sustenance to feed her children. She goes to bakeries providing aid, waiting for hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down her frail body, she carries the bread, dampened with her tears, and returns with a fake smile that conceals the worries of a mother striving to protect the remnants of her family.

At night, when everyone else is asleep, Umm Saleh remains seated at the entrance of the tent, gazing at the dark sky. She reminisces about the days gone by, about her home that was once filled with warmth, and about her elderly, ailing husband of 70 years. Despite the pain, she finds remnants of hope in her heart—a hope for a day when peace will return and her children and grandchildren will live in a new home brimming with joy.

In moments of solitude, Umm Saleh finds solace in prayer and supplication. She implores God to protect Gaza and its people and to wipe away the dust of sorrow from everyone’s hearts. She often repeats, "We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost."

Umm Saleh is not just a displaced woman but a symbol of patience and strength in the face of harsh circumstances. Her story, like the stories of thousands of mothers in Gaza, embodies the continuous struggle for life in a land torn apart by war, yet still blossoming with hope.

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Hello my dear ones🧡 I hope you will consider me and donate to me on this link even a small amount to save my family and my sister Wafaa who is injured in her head and to get out of death and war in Gaza. It is a dangerous place in terms of living. There is no safe place, unfortunately. There is no treatment, no food, no clean water. Everything is cut off, unfortunately. We want even a little help. Thank you for your support, generosity, and prayers....🍉🇵🇸

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Donate to Help JUlAET ALHABBASH Family to scape gaza wer death, organized by JULIEAT ALHABBASH

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2 posts in one week??? 😱 tahts craazyy

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

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Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

A Father's Cry from Under the Rubble – A Humanitarian Appeal from Gaza

I am a Palestinian father from the Gaza Strip. I have three children, one of whom is a young child with a hearing impairment. Like any father, I dreamed of raising my children in safety, of seeing them go to school, play, and laugh without fear, without destruction. But the reality we live in in Gaza is unforgiving.

In an instant, everything changed. A shell fell on our house. Nothing remained of our home. We no longer had shelter, no mattress to sleep on, no walls to protect us from the cold, the wind, and the fear. We now live in the open, trying to cover our children with torn blankets and hide our tears from them so they don't sense our weakness.

My youngest child, who is hearing impaired, needs special care, a hearing aid we cannot afford, and a safe environment. Today, he struggles not only to understand words, but also to understand the untranslatable destruction happening around him.

As a father, I stand helpless now. Not because I don't want to provide a better life for my children, but because I have nothing. All I have is my heart, which breaks with pain for them, and my voice, which I raise today in an appeal to every living conscience.

I call on everyone who can, everyone who feels, everyone who has experienced a moment of pain, to reach out to us and help us get back on our feet. We are not asking for the impossible; we are only asking for what keeps life going: a roof over our heads, food to satisfy their hunger, medicine to ease their pain.

Help us give our children their right to safety, to life.

May God have mercy on those who help their brothers in their time of need, and may He reward them with goodness in this world and the hereafter.

A father from Gaza - his heart burns for his children

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Donate to Help us if you think we deserve life., organized by maiada mansour

Hello, I am Mayada, 28 years old, living in Gaza. I have three children: Islam, 7… maiada mansour needs your support for Help us if you thin

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gumi!!!

this was supposed to be for her birthday but I was a little late (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

anyways here's a fun challenge, try to count all the stars in this drawing

extremely late fukase bday ig

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

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