o-kryo
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touya as student of the ua
im in disbelief at the fact that a lot of folks are simply over palestine. like protests are dwindling down. people are not very interested in news related to gaza. some are simply over it.
israel hasn't let aid in gaza in 70 days. gaza has been starving for 70 days. the condition of people there is horrendous.
i find it distressing to think about children in gaza. how does one continue to have a childhood in a genocide? they don't have school. they don't have safety. they don't have food.
despite all this, the kids will be alright. they'll be alright once the genocide stops and they get back to 'normal'. till then, can we please try to support them however we can?
this fundraiser (verified) helps feed a family which includes two young children. please consider helping their mother take care of them.
donate here
why don't the gods kill me already
🚨 A Voice from Gaza: Please Hear Us 🚨
My name is Mona Shehab, and I am writing to you from Gaza, where life has become an unimaginable struggle. Our days are filled with uncertainty, and the hope for a better future feels like a distant dream.
The road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Life in Gaza Today: 💔 Overwhelming Loss: The pain of losing so many family members is impossible to describe. 🍽️ Barely Getting By: Even basic necessities like food and water are becoming harder to afford. 🏠 No Safe Shelter: Our homes, once our refuge, now feel fragile and unsafe. 📚 Dreams on Hold: The pursuit of education and opportunities has been replaced by the constant fight for survival.
What We Need: In these desperate times, even a small gesture can mean so much. A $5 donation could provide us with food or water for a day. If you can’t donate, simply sharing our story could help us reach someone who can.
Your Support Gives Us Hope: This isn’t just about financial help—it’s about knowing that someone, somewhere, cares. Your kindness can be a source of strength for us, a reminder that we’re not alone in this fight
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
I’m not asking for much—just a little hope, a little relief, and a chance to keep moving forward. Your generosity, in any form, can make a difference in ways you might not even imagine.
Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. Your kindness means more than words can express.
With heartfelt gratitude, Mona ❤️
🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #111
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Imagine sitting in your home, and suddenly the shattered bodies of your neighbors-bombed without warning-scatter into your room uninvited. The smell of blood arrives before the sound, and the scene is heavier than any heart can bear.
There is no safety, no sanctity left for homes. Death has become a daily guest, entering through the windows before it even knocks on the door
I nazmy abouoda, a displaced person from Gaza. live in war and very difficult days. My family and I live like prisoners in tents in the cold weather with insects. What I want is to preserve my family, survive and live in peace. I hope you will stand by me and donatee even a little.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #380 )✅️💔
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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨
I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.
My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.
💔 The war took everything from us.
In just moments, my entire world collapsed.
My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.
My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.
Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.
We used to live a simple life.
We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.
Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.
Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.
Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.
This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.
We are now struggling to afford even the basics:
A home, food, medicine, and safety.
Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.
Even $10 💵 can help us:
Buy food for the children 🍞
Get essential medicine for my father 💊
Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥
Give them a small sense of safety
If you can’t donate, you can still help.
🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.
You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.
We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.
🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
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With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
their name is sol but thats subject to change
they were a self-insert at some point but turned into their own thing lol
lore is still not loring yet but they have a cool scar and r a very sarcastic lil guy
realising I can do wtv I want here i have no audience to judge me
My Family’s Last Chance: The Border May Open Soon
I am Kariman, an early childhood educator who once dreamed of shaping young minds. Those dreams were shattered when the war destroyed my school and my home. My husband, Ayman, was a fisherman, but his boat was destroyed, leaving him without a livelihood. Together, we’ve faced unimaginable loss, clinging to hope for the sake of our 17-month-old son, Hamoud.
For months, we’ve endured the unthinkable—displacement after displacement, hunger, and fear. With your generosity, we’ve managed to raise $34,914 USD out of our $75,000 goal, but much of this money has gone to simply surviving: food that costs exorbitant amounts, milk for Hamoud, clothes to shield him from the cold, and the basics of living in displacement. Even purchasing a tent to replace the one we lost to the rain cost far more than it should.
Now, there is a glimmer of hope. The Rafah crossing is expected to open soon, giving us what may be our last chance to escape. But evacuation comes with an unbearable cost—we need $50,000 to cover the expenses of travel and relocation for our family. Without this, we cannot leave, and staying here means continuing to endure the relentless suffering.
We love this land, but it has become a place of pain and loss. We’ve lost everything we held dear—our home, our safety, and our future. My son Hamoud, innocent and full of life, deserves a chance to grow up without fear, to play in peace, and to know a life beyond the horrors of war🥹💔
This is our final plea. If you’ve ever thought of helping, now is the time. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to saving Hamoud’s life and giving him the future he deserves.
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for standing with us in our darkest hour
I am not asking for a lot of money, I only need 70 euros to buy a medicine called Kabira to treat muscle spasms for my son Adam.💔🙏
https://www.gofundme.com/f/emergency-appeal-help-save-my-childrens
hello, Habib! i hope that your son will be able to receive the treatment he needs and to stay alive. i will share this so that more people will see it.
€6,702 / €50K
this fundraiser is extremely low on funds!
this fundraiser is #187 on @/gazavetters's list of vetted fundraisers. [ link to Google Sheets ]
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love is a rebellious bird none can tame. if you love me not, i love you, and if i love you? watch out
-- L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Carmen
I haven’t really properly thought about MHA in years and honestly I don’t think I’m going to start now. But what I will say is that Ochako Uraraka is a lesbian. I saw her be a lesbian with my own two eyes. Horikoshi won’t agree but this is my truth.
Sand sibling sketches
Every now and then, Temari gets a little clingy and Shikamaru welcomes it. She never admits to it tho.
Working on next week's video!
Make sure to keep an eye out for it, ‘cause it’s gonna feature a very special announcement…! 👀🦝🍁
oh i forgot i never posted it lmao heres the full picture!!
A sketch of my baby boy, I love Genya so much lmao.💜💜💜
I've decided to draw my OC, Samael (Nyarlathothep/Lopt/Loki/etc - the entity that is known by many names) in my commission style :3
Lounging
Killing a secret soulmate
I draw her a lot
TSC humanization ! my darling son