🌟 A Cry For Help: My Family’s Struggle To Survive In Gaza 🌟

Farah's Voice 💔💔

My name is Farah, and I displaced in Deir al-Balah, Every day feels like a battle we are losing, The war has stripped us of our homes, our safety, and now even our dignity.

There is no bread on our table, no clean water to drink, and no hope for tomorrow. My children, their small faces pale and hollow, ask me when they will eat again, I have no answer. The flour is gone, the shelves are empty, and the world feels so far away from our pain.

The hunger is more than physical—it eats away at our strength, our will to hope. My youngest, barely three, no longer cries from hunger; she is too weak.

We are not just numbers on the news. We are mothers, fathers, and children trying to survive in a world that has forgotten us 💔Please, don’t let our voices fade into silence

So please don't leave us alone, Donate & Reblog

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Hello everyone

I am Belal from Gaza, I am displaced in the southern Gaza Strip.

Because of the war on Gaza, our house was destroyed, I lost my job and money, and I cannot find a suitable job because of the war.🥹😔 Now I live with my wife and daughter in a small tent and I cannot meet their needs. 💔🥺

Please support me and help me keep my daughter and wife alive so we can live safely and peacefully.🙏💔

In these difficult circumstances, I hope to receive your support through the GoFundMe donation campaign. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps me and my family get through this difficult stage and cover our basic needs until we settle in a safe place. Your support means a lot to us and represents a ray of hope in this difficult journey🙏🙏

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𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

⠴⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣶⢛⠛⠛⠛⠲⢦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⡶⠞⠛⠛⠛⠛⠶⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣶⠞⠻⠛⠛⠓⠶⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣴

pairing: fushiguro megumi x itadori yuji

raiting: mature

summary: set in new york city, yuji itadori, a street dancer, and megumi fushiguro, a reclusive street artist, are both part of underground movements fighting against systematic oppression and social injustice. they cross paths for the first time, and with their teams backing them, they confront the harsh realities of activism while exploring their identities and love in a city that never sleeps.

tags: street dancer!yuji, street artist!megumi, new york city au, aged up characters, activism/politics, japanese-american characters, no curses, mutual pining, slow burn, strangers to lovers, musical references, hurt/comfort, angst and feels, not canon compliant, dual pov, no smut, past geto suguru x gojo satoru, minor choso x yuki, latino aoi todo

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, alcohol, marijuana, profanity, implied sexual content, referenced child abuse, illegal activities, implied nicotine dependence

word count: 23.7k

status: ongoing

a/n: inspired by another work tagged in the beginning notes ⠴⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣶⢛⠛⠛⠛⠲⢦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⡶⠞⠛⠛⠛⠛⠶⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣶⠞⠻⠛⠛⠓⠶⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣴

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

more chapters TBA

⠴⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣶⢛⠛⠛⠛⠲⢦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⡶⠞⠛⠛⠛⠛⠶⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣶⠞⠻⠛⠛⠓⠶⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣴

2012

The first time Yuji interfaced with Vessel and felt his spark was after his parents died in a car accident when he was only eleven years old, giving his grandfather custody of his childhood. 

The old man wasn’t an affectionate person, but still provided the boy with everything he needed and more. 

“Feel free to call this your home from now on.” He said. 

When the kid cried and asked if there was anything he could do to bring his parents back, his grandfather wouldn’t give him a tissue to caress his cheeks flushed with tears or warm him with the most sincere hug, instead he would take his hand and lead him to the old and yellow walled location that was the living room. The place smelt like smoke since the first day he put his foot into the house, but he supposed it was because Wasuke would lit and smoke a cigarette at least five times a day. Here, he let Yuji sit on one of the two big couches put in the opposite corners of the space and brought him a pen and a sketchbook to make him lose himself in it. Initially Yuji was really confused on what he had to do with the objects he was given and with what his grandfather had meant. The old man simply responded: “Let the ink guide you.” 

And so he tried. 

Eventually he stopped asking questions, despite the still present and lingering pain he felt, and started going to the couch by himself. 

In the beginning the lines he drew didn’t make any logical sense. They were only strings of blue ink sprayed on a white surface, but with time passing they started to grow on whatever his mind suggested to him, which wasn’t always what you’d expect a child to represent. Sure, there were airplanes and rabbits, but Wasuke started noticing how repeatedly Yuji drew explosions. 

Red, yellow or blue and green bursts would be the subjects of the boy’s art and expression. 

His grandfather never gave him any type of observation or remarks on it, only intense staring. 

Yuji eventually got used to that too.

Eruptions and tinted gleams stopped making an appearance when his hand ceased to follow geometrical and sharp movements to pursue a more loose and soft pace, giving another meaning to it all. 

The eyes were first, then the face shape and the nose, until he was looking at his mother’s face. 

She didn’t look realistic. Not enough. But Yuji had somehow felt her again, after such a long time to his perception. 

Everytime the pen was in his hand, it would navigate through the paper and paint it in her image and likeness. 

He gave up.

Up till dance.

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Hello👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.

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Idia-shi 💀✨

My family, my dear friends and everyone who knows me or not ، we are Issam and Sahar , newly married and living in Gaza, I'm 30 years old and Sahar is 26.

Everyone who knows us knows that we are a reserved, quiet and reclusive person. We have always been an independent person and used to do everything ourselves for our family. So, I hope you understand that today it's difficult for us to talk about our personal issues and finally ask for help. I will tell you my story briefly, after I realized some of my dreams a short time ago by marrying my life partner and moving into my house, which we only stayed in for a few days until we were in the middle of the war, we fled to save ourselves and stay alive, we lost hope in life after all our dreams that we had dreamed of since childhood were shattered.

One of our dreams was to settle in the house we built stone by stone and be happy like other couples, but we couldn't because of the war.

I used to work as a lawyer in several companies, I am unemployed, I lost my job, I have no source of income, and everything I saved I put in the house, the house was destroyed and I have nothing now.

This is a picture of me as a lawyer with the head of the Bar Association

My wife and I decided to start a fundraising campaign so that we can get some money to evacuate us after we lost everything, to rebuild our house that was destroyed by the occupation, and to get food, water and other necessities of life so that we can live first and then think about our future, which we don't know anything about.

Now, this is our house, which was destroyed by the occupation after my wife and I equipped it

The place where we live now is devoid of all the necessities of life, and we struggle with access to water, food, safety, and all the necessities needed to live.

I realize that we're all going through tough times, so anything that helps, whether it's your love and support, your donation, sharing my story, or sending love and prayers, it's all accepted and greatly appreciated, and I hope that anyone who is able to help me will help me and spread the link, because literally every dollar makes a difference.

Here is the link to the private fundraising campaign

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