I Mean For The Palestinians The War Is Never Over

Hi friends, lm ahmed from gaza, I created this link but I didn't receive the donation. I hope you can help me and share the link with everyone, I really need this money to buy milk and pampas for my son which costs $150 a packet and I don't have that.I hope you can donate to me so I can buy it.❤️🙏🍉

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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.

My name is Nour, and I’m 21 years old from northern Gaza.

I once lived a peaceful life with simple dreams, but everything changed on October 7th, 2023, when war tore through Gaza. I had to flee my home, leaving behind everything I knew, and now I live alone in a tent made of torn fabric in southern Gaza.

The constant bombings are unbearable, but being a lesbian in a society that rejects me is even harder.

I live in constant fear of judgment and violence. On top of this, I face extreme shortages of food, water, and basic supplies.

Life has become a daily fight for survival.

Dear LGBTQ+ brothers and sisters around the world, I turn to you in my time of desperate need. I have no one else to ask for help. The world around me looks at me with disgust, and I can no longer bear this life. I am exhausted, broken, and alone. Please, I beg you, help me leave this place and find safety, dignity, and a chance to live as myself. I cannot survive here any longer. Your support is my only hope.

Every day, I fear for my life. But I refuse to give up. I want to live. Please, your support can make all the difference. Every donation, no matter how small, gives me hope for a better tomorrow.

Please Take Action Now‼️

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Donate to Support Nour's Fight for Safety and Dignity, organized by Elham Abdelrahim

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Give me your attention.

Please read this as if i were a member of your family. Maybe your sister, your daughter or your friend. As if my family who is going through difficult circumstances is your family.

Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in G@za P@lestine. 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 trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to fear, instability, and starvation, thirst, and poverty in northern G@za.

After 448 days of suffering, I am writing to you today with a heavy heart, in desperate need of your help. I cannot describe how harsh the situation we are living in is. My family is suffering from the biting cold of winter, and we are facing a severe shortage of food and clothing. Every day feels like a lifetime, and every moment makes me feel helpless and hopeless. 💔

After the prices went up so crazy, I created this campaign to help my family provide food, water and essential needs. I know for sure that you can't help all families that want your help but at least you can help those who come across your life.

Every simple thing makes a difference in changing the situation we are in. So please don't hesitate to help us 🙏💔

It's your time to help and make a difference, Will you?!

Thank you for taking a minute to read this.♥️

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For Bedrock to Kiss Sky and For Sky to Kiss Bedrock

—From July 29 2021

“Here lies the memories and ashes of children long gone” A passage from a book torn to fibers in the second explosion. L’manburg was gone and where it once stood was a crater that allowed bedrock to kiss sky, and for the sky to kiss bedrock. The people in charge of this were still not caught, and yet the people who were supposed to bring a change to this touched not a thing of the case. The files lay on their desks alone, dust settling thick akin to soot on the site. Things were supposed to change, but they didn’t. Snowchester was a lonely place. It was isolated by the design, surrounded only by the snow and sea, the closest major structure Pandora’s Vault, a top-security prison across a great lake. It was home to military testing sites and acres of warehouses, and the only people you saw walking around in broad daylight were factory workers. Even in the smaller communities company was hard to come by, and very rarely did the families end up staying, fleeing the second they had the chance. Snowchester was a lonely place, but it was still a place. A place where people lived. People whom no one else would care about. But Snowchester wasn’t seen home to a lot of great people. From here hailed the greatest criminal masterminds and villains the world had known, not renowned doctors or academics. Snowchester was a place where people lived. They already had doctors, and teachers, and academics. No one went out of their way to become them. Snowchester was a place where people lived, but Snowchester wasn’t a place where people lived.

We can do it‼️

This campaign is for a doctor who works in the hospital and does not have time to publish her campaign‼️ It is our duty to help her as she helps the wounded in the bombing. Let's do a favor for the doctor

Every dollar will be a reward for her for alleviating the pain of those injured by the bombing.

This campaign has been verified

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Our Story: A Family's Journey Through War

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Donate to Help us to survive from this war, organized by ahmed Alanqar

Hello, I am Mounir Raed Al-Anqar. I am 19 years old. I was born in Gaza and live there.… ahmed Alanqar needs your support for Help us to sur

My name is Mounir, and I am part of a family of seven. We used to live a simple life in Gaza, before the war changed everything.

My father, Raed (47), my mother, Amani (39), my older sisters, Rasha (22), who is married, and Rana (21), who is also married, my brother Mohamed (16), and my little sister Sham (4), we all dreamed of a safe and stable life.

When the war began, we were forced to leave our home due to heavy shelling nearby.

We took shelter in the shop that was our only source of income— a sanitary supplies shop where my father, brother, and I worked.

We could only stay one night before leaflets were dropped from airplanes ordering a full evacuation of the area. We had no choice but to move to Al-Shifa Medical Complex, where we lived in a tent for a week.

Then, another evacuation order came, and we were told to head south of Gaza.

With no relatives to take us in, we ended up in an unfinished school building in the central area.

The 90 days we spent there were the hardest of our lives— no water, no food, and nothing fit for human life. We had to walk more than 1.5 kilometers just to buy a small amount of food to keep us alive.

After this long ordeal, another evacuation order came, but before we could leave, the school was bombed.

It was terrifying— we narrowly escaped death, leaving everything behind.

We fled to Rafah, a place that seemed safer at first, but there too, we found no shelter.

We had to live in a tent, in the freezing winter cold.

We had no way to keep warm, and we nearly froze to death.

My mother, who suffers from chronic asthma, was in a dire situation because we couldn’t find her medications.

She ran out of the medicine that helps her breathe, and she started having painful attacks.

This is one of the many types of medicine that you use, but there is none of it because it has run out

The smoke from the fire we used for cooking and the terrible smell from the lack of sanitation in the school made her condition worse.

My little sister Sham is also suffering from skin rashes due to the unsanitary conditions, and she has diarrhea and vomiting because the drinking water is contaminated.

We are living in inhumane conditions, and we don’t even have the clothes we need to survive the coming winter.🥶(🧥❌)

My brother Mohamed and I carry a heavy burden— we fetch water from faraway places, and we search for food to ease our hunger.

My married sisters and their small children are also in desperate need of baby formula, clothes, and diapers.

Even the food that reaches us in the school from charity kitchens is barely edible due to poor cooking.🤢

This is our life… fear, hunger, cold, and bombing. 💔

We live in constant terror and uncertainty. 😔💔

We desperately need your help and support— any donation can help save our lives and ease our suffering.🥺🙏🏻

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Donate to Help us to survive from this war, organized by ahmed Alanqar

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Hoping he can recover soon <3

I will mourn with you the loss of ideas, but you must learn to mourn yourself first.