I'm writing to you as a last resort๐จ
after exhausting all my options. I am a computer engineer who was on the verge of graduating from university after tremendous effort. My life and the lives of my family have been completely destroyed as if they never existed.
(This is me before the war๐)
(This is what I became in war ๐)
We were a family of five living in a two-story home, a place filled with warmth and laughter. But now, that home stands in ruins, destroyed in the war. The life we built there, all our belongings and memories, are gone. We are now left homeless, without any possessions, and with no means to provide for ourselves.
(This is me and my family before the war when our smiles had meaning๐ค)
I am a university student, so close to graduating. Iโve worked tirelessly for years to reach this point, but now my dreams feel unattainable. The devastation of war has not only obliterated our home but also my aspirations for a bright future. We have no steady income or resources, and finding work is nearly impossible in these dire circumstances.
(This is me in college when I was working on my college projects๐จโ๐ป)
Winter is here, bringing with it bitter cold and relentless rain. Without a solid roof over our heads, water seeps into our temporary shelter, chilling us to the bone. We have nothing to keep us warm or dry, as we left our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs in a frantic escape from the bombs. There was no time to gather our belongings or think of anything beyond survival.
(This is what we have left of our two-story house ๐)
Every day is a battle, not just for warmth but for food as well. We often go to bed hungry, unsure of where our next meal will come from. The simple act of providing for ourselves has become an overwhelming challenge. We live with the hope that someone will hear our story and extend a helping hand, enabling us to rebuild our lives, stay warm, and continue facing the immense losses we have endured.
(This is where we live now, a piece of nylon around us that does not protect from rain, cold or bullets.๐ )
My mother is sick and suffers from multiple chronic diseases, including high blood pressure, diabetes, heart disease, and nerves, and she needs continuous treatment. She also suffers from back and neck discs that require surgical intervention. Due to the harsh conditions we live in, we lack the necessary capabilities to provide the necessary medications and treatments for her, and we live in constant fear for her health and life.
(This is the amount of medicine my mother takes to be able to bear the pain and keep up with life๐๐)
Your donation of $50 will help me overcome the difficult situation we are living in, achieve my dream of graduating, and provide the necessary treatment and surgeries for my mother. Please be a reason for her recovery.
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โ please help my family don't skip ๐
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 ๐จ๐. Mohamed, my five-year-old son, still dreams of playing in a garden untouched by bombs ๐๐. As for Huda, my two-year-old, she has started uttering her first words amid the sounds of explosions ๐ผ๐.
The tragedy began one night of the war when I was forced to leave my home under continuous bombardment ๐ฃ๐. I carried my children and my anxious wife, running through the debris and darkness in search of a safe haven ๐ช๏ธ. Our journey was fraught with dangers, as we left everything behind: our home, memories, and even our money and food ๐๏ธ๐. After a long journey, we found ourselves in southern Gaza, where we set up a small tent as a temporary refuge โบ๐.
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 ๐ง๏ธโ๏ธ, life was harsh. The children slept on the ground, and I struggled to provide any food to feed my family ๐๐. 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 ๐๐ฃ.
More than a year has passed, and my family and I continue to live under bombardment and destruction ๐๐. Each day brings with it a new story of suffering. Food is scarce ๐ฝ๏ธ, water is contaminated ๐ฑ, and fear never leaves my children's hearts ๐๐. Nada has started asking, "When will this war end?" ๐ข. Mohamed tries to comfort his mother, who weeps in silence ๐ญ๐. As for Huda, she knows no world other than one filled with terrifying sounds ๐ฅบ.
I also suffer from a chronic illness, and I have a medical report confirming my condition ๐ฅ๐. However, the pain of my illness is less than the anguish I see in my children's eyes ๐๐. I try to be strong, but I sometimes break down when I cannot provide food for them ๐ฅบ. My wife stands by me, trying to bring hope, but even hope has become a rare commodity ๐.
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." ๐๐
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 ๐๐. If you are able to provide any assistance, no matter how small, it would mean so much to us ๐๐ซ. You can help by donating food, clothing, or even essential medications that we desperately need ๐๐. I kindly ask you to share our story on Tumblr, because spreading it may reach kind hearts all over the worldโhearts that can offer help and save the lives of my children and the children of Gaza from this hell โค๏ธ๐๏ธ.
My story is not just an individual one; it represents thousands of families in Gaza living in conditions that are unimaginable ๐. 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? ๐โ๏ธ๐
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #280 )โ ๏ธ
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters
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.
๐จ Stop, please don't skipโ
๐ต๐ธHelp me family๐๐ญ
Hello there!
Thanks everyone
Hello dear friends, ๐
I'm Mahmoud Jihad from Gaza. My family and I have lost everythingโour 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. ๐
We are enduring unimaginable destruction and desperately need your help to survive. ๐ญ Even a small donation can make a huge difference. Every single contribution is a spark of hope in this dark time. โจ
Our campaign has been verified by: @beesandwatermelons โ #190 and @gazavetters โ #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. ๐โค๏ธ
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! ๐น
Tubbo looked up at his best friend, grinning.
โCheckmate,โ Tubbo said victoriously, moving his queen to Tommyโs final piece and knocking it off the board.
โLet me win for once,โ Tommy moaned, sighing heavily.
โAnd have you bragging in my ear for the next two months? I donโt think so,โ Tubbo shook his head, setting up the pieces so that they could play again. He glanced at Tommy, and catched him looking at Tubbo whilst chuckling.
โWhatโs so funny?โ Tubbo raised an eyebrow, folding his arms and watching Tommy closely.
โWeโve been doing this all day - are you not bored?โ he asks, leaning against the back of his chair and crossing his legs. Tubbo frowned again, catching his gaze and briefly admiring his enchanting grey eyes, before finally responding.
โHow could I ever be bored of spending time with you?โ Tubbo asked softly, making his first move on the chess board. Tommy watched Tubbo, looking pitiful, and doesnโt make his move.
โIโm glad, butโฆโ he sighs, staying completely still whilst still looking at Tubbo. Tubbo sat upright against his chair, waiting for Tommy to continue.
โYou need to remember that I am dead,โ
Tubbo blinked, and when his eyes are opened, Tommyโs gone. Vanished, as if he was never there. Just like that, Tubbo was alone again, sitting in front of his chessboard playing with nobody.
Call for Help ๐๐จ
My name is Nasreen, a 37-year-old mother of four: Leila (13), Amal (8), Mohamed (4), and baby Samaa (1). We are a family of seven, living in Gaza with my ailing mother and my brother Islam. After losing my children's father, I became their sole provider, striving to offer them safety and a decent life amidst the devastation.
We lost our home, and our current shelter offers no protection from the cold. My children, who used to laugh and play, now suffer from fear and hunger. We lack food, milk for baby Samaa, diapers, warm clothing, and medication for my mother. My brother does his best to support us, but job opportunities are almost nonexistent, and we survive on scarce aid that barely meets our basic needs.
I now turn to you in a moment of desperation, asking for your help. Your support can provide my family with warmth, food, and hope. If you cannot donate, please share our story so it may reach those who can help us.
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Hello everyone ๐ I hope you are well. I am Sondos from Gaza. I have a family, a husband and two children. We lost everything during this war, our home and our work. We no longer have a source of income. My husband had a heart valve transplant ๐ and he cannot work. My father needs treatment after having an operation. We are missing all the features. Life is difficult to buy food and clean water. Help me for the sake of my children and my family ๐ต๐ธ Your donation, no matter how small, will make a difference in our lives. I trust you and your support ๐ต๐ธ๐ for us. My account has been verified
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