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I need a minute of your time Don't read and leave 🥺Please help me by donating or sharing my story because I am not a number 😭💔

Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔

Can you bear the toothache 🥹

The bombing is surrounding us and there is no safe place to go 💔

To the innocent and the merciful, it is about humanity 😞

Save me from the massacres and certain death!! We may not survive in the coming hours 😞

Don't leave me and my family under genocide 🥹

Donate to me so I can escape the hell of war and undergo my surgeries and go to safety outside Gaza❤️

I hope everyone donates 20 or 30 dollars, it will make a difference for us so we can start a new life outside the stricken Gaza, where we cannot afford the travel costs, and the costs of my treatment ❤️🍉🍉

Share my posts because this will speed up our rescue process ❤️

https://gofund.me/4258a923

Please donate and share!!!

Hello dear friends, 🌟

I'm Mahmoud Jihad from Gaza. My family and I have lost everything—our home, my university, all of it. Now, we find ourselves living in a flimsy tent after losing everything. I was studying Information Technology and supporting my family, but now we are left with nothing. 😔

We are enduring unimaginable destruction and desperately need your help to survive. 😭 Even a small donation can make a huge difference. Every single contribution is a spark of hope in this dark time. ✨

Our campaign has been verified by: @beesandwatermelons ✅ #190 and @gazavetters ✅ #63.

You can make a difference by supporting us through this GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01

From the depths of our hearts, thank you. Let's rebuild our lives together. 🙏❤️

Thank you so much for your generosity and support!

Your donations will directly help us in rebuilding our lives. Thank you again for your kindness and generosity! 🌹

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Donate to Help Mahmoud and his family escape Gaza & continue education, organized by Renee Hassert

Help Mahmoud Jehad and his family to leave Gaza to study and … Renee Hassert needs your support for Help Mahmoud and his family escape Gaza

"It’s the pink and white striped savior that stills right by the park, stark and blinding in the middle of a long-scorned, scorching summer sunup, shimmering, as the sun, savored."

This is me Aya.. ‏🇵🇸

Imagine you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams, memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!

Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. 🙏🏻🍉

https://gofund.me/c4c2cf82

L'manburg From Afar

The sun has barely peaked it’s head out from behind the hills when a loud bell goes off waking up the citizens and soldiers. The sky is a blue bell tinged cyclamen, and the tents a charcoal man-made backdrop. L’manburg, under it’s new lack-of-name, was being rebuilt, and the scene was everything post-war-torn weaved into a single image. Tommy watched the determined people rushing about to their stations, one leg hanging off the far cliff. There was not a thought behind his eyes but a confusing pool of emotions, and he watched the people -less than a speck from this distance- even as the sun clawed up the skies, only drudging away only once it was at it’s peak.

Don't skip please,

It's urgent !!

Help Us survive the devastating GazaWar

✅ Verified campaign – please check vetteing section below 🔍

My husband Mohanad and I both worked as administrators at the Palace of Justice in Gaza.

We got engaged just two months before the war,

bought an apartment, and began dreaming of a new life together. But the war changed everything. Our workplace and apartment were destroyed, and we lost our jobs. Despite it all, we chose to move forward and got married in the middle of the war, with no wedding ceremony—just a simple union that symbolized resilience amid the devastation.

We’ve been displaced multiple times, each time facing a new eviction order and starting over again. We were forced to leave everything behind and flee with only a few belongings. The displacement was devastating, as we had to leave behind the life we built and the dreams we held for our future.

Today, we live in a small home in Al-Nuseirat, struggling to cover basic needs like food, water, and alternative electricity, facing monthly expenses we can hardly bear. Recently, a new eviction notice was issued for our area, and we don’t know what lies ahead. We’re searching for online work and have skills we can utilize, but finding opportunities has been very challenging under these conditions.

After renting the apartment in Nuseirat, we thought we had found a safe haven from the horrors of war. But on the night of 3-11-2024, explosions erupted nearby, and we never imagined one would hit our apartment. Suddenly, a missile struck; walls shook, parts collapsed, and windows shattered, leaving the room we had just been in destroyed.

We miraculously survived, but the place that once felt like a refuge had become a scene of chaos and destruction. With heavy hearts, we gathered what little remained and moved on once again, hoping to find shelter far from this endless devastation.

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Vetted by @gazavetters, Number (#42) on this list

Vetted by @90-ghost in this post

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To donate 👇🏻👇🏻

https://gofund.me/0dd287db

Any support would be a new source of hope for us.

Mohanad & farah

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you may have seen me post about fidaa’s campaign @fidaa-family2 (this is a verified campaign)

graphic by @fading-event-608

fidaa is a 29 year old woman from gaza with two very young children, muhammed and sila, one of whom was born during the war. her home was destroyed and she’s been displaced many times, and is currently separated from the rest of her family- her husband, her many siblings, and her parents. i can only imagine how nerve-wracking this is.

she’s doing her best to take care of her children by herself, despite facing hunger, thirst, widespread disease, and the threat of death. the other day, there was intense bombing near her and another family close to her was killed. life in gaza right now is hell and she told me they feel like they are just waiting for their turn to die.

fidaa and i talk often, and i feel lucky to know her. she’s an incredibly strong person, she travels long distances to find limited supplies for her kids and helps her siblings raise money even though shes separated from them.

but she needs help. the situation in gaza is so bad right now, the idf is preventing aid from entering and the food, water, and medicine available are extremely expensive. please share and donate to help her and her children survive and eventually leave gaza

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Donate to Help Fidaa and her children, organized by Abby S

I am Fidaa from Gaza. I am 29 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his fami… Abby S needs your support for Help Fida

$18,738 out of $30,000

Hello my supporting friends

I would extend my deepest gratitude and thanks for being supporters of people who are in dire and bad need due to the shortage of all living necessities. 😥😥😥

My family has been undergoing all forms of humiliation and oppression for almost ten months . Being jobless, my father is suffering much because lots of our basic living necessities can't be attained. 😢😢😢

Living circumstances are getting harder and harder, and this makes our daily life tragic and disastrous. Getting the basic needs has become our biggest challenges, leaving behind our dreams and aspiration. Our daily sufferings have become too great for us to bear. ,😥😥😥

A photo taken for the same girl before the war and nowadays.🤯🤯🤯

A photo of our beautiful house taken after the invasion of our neighborhood. Much destruction and rubbel have taken place. Nothing has been left for us to live in. Our belongings and possessions were completely destroyed😥😥😥

The life inside the tents under the hot weather is another tragedy. Such a life of sufferings and hardships is adding to our pain and sorrow. But with your support and standing by us, you have been lessening our loads lifted on our shoulders. So please keep helping us by donating whatever you can, sharing as much as you can and reposting messages to help get the campaign promoted.

A list of interesting websites/articles I've found

In case I want to ever read them again FDE! (Fifty shades of what, now?) - Fifty Shades of FDE Prometheus Unbound (Shelley) - Wikiwand 날개(소설) - 나무위키 (namu.wiki) Latin word list (ubc.ca) *will update more as I remember

TW // Tommy death, hinted suicide

The first time he hurt himself was when he was only six years old. He doesn’t really remember it, and only knows it through tales that his family would recite to him and the etched scars across his body. They have forgotten now, as they have many other things.

They told him that it was a rainy day, or, that was how it was told most of the time. The grass was wet and slippery and he’d fallen prey to it, after having snuck away from the family.

One wrong step; he tripped; he fell; and he could’ve very much died there, if they weren't already on the search for him already.

The horror didn’t really come to him. Not really, when he barely remembers it having happened himself, and he might’ve regarded it as a false memory if the scars didn’t exist as witness.

Though, thinking about it now, blood cold on his back and head barely functioning, with only the sound of the ocean in the distance, solitude, alone, he feels that maybe he hadn’t forgotten the horror, per se, but that the horror hadn’t existed in the first place.