Please Help My Friend Hilda!

Howdy folks, the Senate will be considering the first ever resolution blocking arms to Israel. This is huge and historic; it would block government contracting and about $20 billion in arms and support. This is an uphill battle, PLEASE urge your senators to support S.J.Res114-115. This is maybe the most important piece of legislation relating to Palestine that we have ever gotten and we must seize this opportunity.

This doc has information on the resolutions and their process, as well as sample messages and a phone script you can use. Please, use this moment to hear witness for your neighbors.

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Arms Embargo: Act Now

On September 25, 2025, Senator Bernie Sanders (Vermont) introduced two joint resolutions: S.J.Res.114-115. If passed, these resolutions woul

i'm plugging in @ahmednaserfamily's fundraiser here. the fundraiser has been verified by gazavetters and is #37 on their list. they have raised less than 2% of their goal and have received only 2 donations in last eight days. this fundraiser is meant to take care of 20 people. please donate and share this fundraiser. i would also encourage you to make your own posts for this family.

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Our dreams have been destroyed, and we have nothing left...😞

🫂You're our last hope in this life🫂

I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband is Mohammad... We got married in 2022 in a house full of love and happiness. Our house was beautiful, we chose everything in it carefully... We were waiting for the end of the day to go there after a tiring day of work, but the occupation did not leave us. 😔😭💔

This house was bombed with all hatred. Here we are after the genocide. We have nothing... We lost our house, our work, and our car.😭😞

We were displaced to Rafah in a tent that could not accommodate 5 people, and after the displacement from Rafah, we were displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis again. It was a very difficult period... but now we are in Mawasi Khan Yunis in a tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.😞😭

This is our tent, its floor is made of cardboard, as you can see, and I suffer from severe eczema due to the pollution of the air and the materials used, and the medicine is very expensive.😭💔

Urgent: My husband needs a very necessary operation and medication. Please help my husband in order for his health to improve. He is in pain.😞😭🫂🙏🙏

Help us and donate to us. You are our last hope and the lifeline of this life. 🫂🙏

We need you...Donate to us and save what is left of us.😞🙏🙏

Link campaign ⬇️ ⬇️⬇️

https://gofund.me/8f634db2

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Lama is indeed vetted by association through @ayoosh-gaza (vet). I asked her and she confirmed that she knows Lama's husband. Proof under cu

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you know, it kind of irks me that tommy told wilbur that he didn’t get a grave. because he did.

when phil traveled the long, winding rabbit trails that led to techno’s arctic home, he left footprints in the snow that traced the frozen earth in looping cursive letters in the way a lost man wanders - and that was a grave.

when tubbo laid the stone foundations of snowchester’s nuclear storage facility, he carved a plateau out of the cliffs, which looked out over the sea from the highest point on the island. he could see birds below him tracing their dark shapes through the rolling fog - and that was a grave.

when niki wore wilbur’s old trench coat, it was muddy and torn and rusted red around the chest where he had been shot and stabbed and brutalized by explosions. she mended each hole with the careful precision with which she had sewn his flag - and that was a grave.

when fundy threw his father’s hat into the sea, he heaved a sob and fell to his knees, and he dug his fingers into the thin, dry seagrass until it fell in shredded piles at his sides. the sand was all he knew as it made raw the skin on his palms - and that was a grave.

so when tommy tore the patches from his jacket, when he sealed the entrance to pogtopia, when he set wilbur’s old guitar in the empty dockmaster’s house as finely tuned as he could make it, when he looked ghostbur in the eyes and didn’t flinch, didn’t waver, didn’t cry until he sat on his bloodied bedsheets and gripped the cloth in a white-knuckle grip and screamed until his voice gave out - that was a grave. that was wilbur’s grave.

Help a Gazan family get to safety!

#111 on the gaza vetters list!

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Donate to Help this family to get out of Gaza, organized by Mohammed Gebril

I am Muhammad Jebril from Germany, residing in Berlin. I created this campaign fo… Mohammed Gebril needs your support for Help this family

Muhammad and Mona are a young family with two beautiful daughters, 6 year old Iman and 5 year old Toleen. i have been keeping in contact with Mona on whatsapp for a while and the things she tells me are beyond horror. there are rumors of the border crossing opening soon, so they need funds for that (30,000$ for all 4 members of the family), but even more urgently - funds to just survive.

Iman and Toleen, these vibrant, fun-loving little girls are forced to go through WINTER in a thin, nylon tent with a torn roof! the outrageous prices of any clothes at all leave the sisters sharing a single pair of torn slippers. and somehow, their parents still need to buy food.

this campaign is stagnating, and the goal is a very achievable one. even if all of my followers donated 10 dollars, they would be set!

currently they need around a 1500$ for a new tent, and around 1000$ for winter clothes for the girls.

and if you want, please message Mona and Muhammad on their blog, @monamohammed3they feel extremely alone and forgotten by the world. if you could provide them with the support, monetary as well as moral, they would appreciate that immensely.

⛔ please help my family don't skip 🛑

Hello, My name is Ahmad Mohammed Hassan Salah, a 33-year-old man from Gaza, Palestine. Under the sky of Gaza, amidst the war and shelling, begins my story. I lived my life in the northern part of Gaza with my wife and three children, dreaming of a secure future for my small family. Nada, my seven-year-old eldest daughter, loves to draw, though her colors have disappeared amid the rubble 🎨💔. Mohamed, my five-year-old son, still dreams of playing in a garden untouched by bombs 🛝💔. As for Huda, my two-year-old, she has started uttering her first words amid the sounds of explosions 🍼💔.

The tragedy began one night of the war when I was forced to leave my home under continuous bombardment 💣😔. I carried my children and my anxious wife, running through the debris and darkness in search of a safe haven 🌪️. Our journey was fraught with dangers, as we left everything behind: our home, memories, and even our money and food 🏚️💔. After a long journey, we found ourselves in southern Gaza, where we set up a small tent as a temporary refuge ⛺😞.

The tent, small as it was, became our new world. Without mattresses to shield us from the cold nights or blankets to protect us from the rain 🌧️❄️, life was harsh. The children slept on the ground, and I struggled to provide any food to feed my family 🍞💔. But the war showed us no mercy. After only three months, we were forced to move once again, this time to central Gaza. The Israeli army described it as a "safe zone," but the shelling followed us like an unrelenting shadow 💔💣.

More than a year has passed, and my family and I continue to live under bombardment and destruction 🌋💔. Each day brings with it a new story of suffering. Food is scarce 🍽️, water is contaminated 🚱, and fear never leaves my children's hearts 😔💔. Nada has started asking, "When will this war end?" 😢. Mohamed tries to comfort his mother, who weeps in silence 😭💔. As for Huda, she knows no world other than one filled with terrifying sounds 🥺.

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Donate to Help Ahmed family from Gaza to have a secure life, organized by Ahmed Salah

Hi my name is ahmed mohammed salah I live in Palestine in Gaza City. I … Ahmed Salah needs your support for Help Ahmed family from Gaza to

I also suffer from a chronic illness, and I have a medical report confirming my condition 🏥💔. However, the pain of my illness is less than the anguish I see in my children's eyes 💔😔. I try to be strong, but I sometimes break down when I cannot provide food for them 🥺. My wife stands by me, trying to bring hope, but even hope has become a rare commodity 💔.

Amidst the devastation, I want to send a message to the world: "We are human. Our children deserve a better life. We just want safety. All I want is to sleep one night without fearing that my children will wake up to the sound of explosions." 🙏💔

Due to this ongoing suffering, I appeal to the world through Tumblr to raise donations for my family and for other families experiencing similar circumstances 🌍💔. If you are able to provide any assistance, no matter how small, it would mean so much to us 🙏🫂. You can help by donating food, clothing, or even essential medications that we desperately need 💊🛒. I kindly ask you to share our story on Tumblr, because spreading it may reach kind hearts all over the world—hearts that can offer help and save the lives of my children and the children of Gaza from this hell ❤️🕊️.

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Donate to Help Ahmed family from Gaza to have a secure life, organized by Ahmed Salah

Hi my name is ahmed mohammed salah I live in Palestine in Gaza City. I … Ahmed Salah needs your support for Help Ahmed family from Gaza to

My story is not just an individual one; it represents thousands of families in Gaza living in conditions that are unimaginable 💔. The question remains: How long will this suffering continue? And will the day come when Nada can draw a sun without it being covered by the smoke of war? 🌞✏️💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #280 )✅️

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Hello, I am Ghada, the mother of my daughter, Maria, who has not yet lived her childhood.

Maria was born suffering from “birth dislocation” and she was not yet a year old. The war began against us and our house was demolished and we were not able to complete her treatment so that I could see her crawling and walking before my eyes.

I ask you to help me leave Gaza to complete my daughter’s treatment and build a bright future for her

1€ makes a difference

I hope you can help my daughter Maria walk as quickly as possible. Please donate and spread the GoFoundMe campaign.

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Donate to Help Ghada survive the genocide, organized by Mohammed Adel

عربي بالأسفل : Hello! I am Ghada from Gaza-Palestine. I write these lines after car… Mohammed Adel needs your support for Help Ghada su

changing the topic before i get more anons tryna explain bird sex to me.

anyway o!tommy calls hetta one of his sons, yet hetta goes by she her pronouns. why does hetta the baby chicken have the funkiest gender on the server

Last month, you helped Nour’s family afford her medication. She needs your help again.

Nour was born with a congenital heart condition. This has put her life in jeopardy on several occasions, and greatly impacted her growth and overall health and wellbeing. She requires medications to help keep her condition in check. This prescription will be ready for pickup tomorrow, Thursday 14 November 2024. We would like for the family to be able to procure the medication ASAP!

There are multiple disabled people in their household who require frequent medical treatment, and yet the family has 0 income with which to procure it. Right now, the family is particularly concerned about young Nour. Her condition is chronic and serious. Without this medication, she could suffer frightening and painful symptoms, and her young life will be in danger!

Last month, you all helped the family procure Nour’s medicine. I know we can do it again this month! The medication costs about $400 USD or $559 CAD. If 40 people gave $10 USD, or 20 people gave $20 USD, or 10 people gave $40 USD, the medication would be paid for in no time!

Please note the currency conversion rate! The fundraiser is in CAD, but expenses on the ground in Gaza are paid in USD. The conversion rate is $1 USD = about $1.40 CAD. Here is a quick conversion guide:

If you want to send $5 USD, donate $7 CAD on GFM

If you want to send $10 USD, donate $14 CAD

To send $20 USD, donate $28 CAD

To send $40 USD, donate $56 CAD

Thank you❤️❤️❤️

Link to donate:

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Donate to Help a family from Gaza, organized by Yaser Matar

Hello, I am Ibtisam Al-Habil. My suffering began in 2014 when my husband was martyred, and I was … Yaser Matar needs your support for Help

Mond. [Never finished, July 22 2022]

The rustle of the winds,

The ruse of the gale,

The gaze which imbues.

It’s lies an everlasting rune

An unquestioned rule.

Bespoke the breeze which said with a smile,

“What a joke.”

0. Origin. Creation. The Begining.

Tether to-and-fro, the frocks of the maidens and lasses, the laughter that hops buoyantly over the air, the smell of luncheons. 

Yes, this was home and more, the land which was once miles over, moved on-to a better place, under his jurisdiction. 

Did you know, that Mondstadt was once even more mountainous than Liyue? Whispers and laughter is what now fills the air, but once those were powerful gales which pierced even the land itself. Those were which the first birds flew on, and now those angry winds are gone, alongside the previous rule and the mountain caps. Now the natural terrain doesn’t train on those sharp airs funneled through high peaks, but calm and gentle ones said to match each breath of Barbatos.

It’s strange, how much change could happen over the span of 400 years. It’s strange, what something as elusive as corrosion could do. Because of it, a dragon lies, crystalline tears bead right on it’s golem cheeks, several feet underground, under a monument marked with stone which remembers it only as a mad thing of no life.

It’s terrifying, waking up after several years of slumber, and seeing all of which once you cherished, to have undergone such significant changes, it is the reason why he prefers dreaming, drowning under the illusions of booze or straight to slumber underneath a breezy canopy or in the rough sheets of the inn.

It is why he forsakes the present and deigns everything around it. He can only afford to look forwards, with nothing else to think of but the necessities.

It hurt when he had to acknowledge Stormterror’s pain, and that he had both failed as a friend and as an Archon. But with little to lean on and feeling lost, he had been unable to lift a finger until someone else had passed by. A girl with bright hair and bright eyes, with a small chatterbox companion; their name, Lumine. A new face, but it was not unwelcome, as he gazed from afar her feats and willingness to help save Mondstadt.

In a way, it was also a punch in the gut, as this completely unheard of traveler from afar, managed to do the responsible things and managed to save both his friend and Mond when he could not.