thanks to all of your donations i was able to send $1,500 to mohammed almanasra @save-mohamed-family yesterday
mohammed told me this was the happiest he's been since the war started. he's had a lot of issues accessing the funds from the previous campaigns he set up so i can't express how glad i am that this worked.
prices for necessities are extremely high and this money will help him afford food for his family and medicine for his young kids who are suffering from skin diseases and injuries. here's some photos he's sent me of his kids condition, which thankfully he will be able to treat soon when he buys medication.
your donations are making a real impact on helping this family survive genocide. reminder that creating the conditions for famine and disease is also a tactic meant to exterminate people, and your donations actively work to provide mohammed's family with resources so they can survive this genocidal war. please keep sharing and donating to this campaign.
(this is #192 on the Vetted Gaza Fundraiser List)
id really like for this to get to $6k by the end of the day- i think thats possible. every donation helps!
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
The Right to a Peaceful Life
My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
I sketched Connie as a satyr, just for funsies, and it somehow became this. Bon appétit.
I got bored in class and doodled barduil ish on those tiny whiteboards
I wanted to draw a Bert, aaaah I like him too much.
I’ll probably post more later.
Also, it’s transparent.
Well fucks? Get to it!
We have been through many wars before, but this war was not like the ones before it. Our lives were turned upside down. We became displaced from one place to another. We are the Anas family, residents of northern Gaza, specifically in the Shujaiya area. In the first week of the war, we fled our home because everyone considered our home to be in a dangerous area. We moved to the Rimal area, specifically in the middle of Gaza. There, we received the news that our home, which contained all our beautiful memories, was bombed. Suddenly, it was gone!!! Just thinking that your home, which you worked hard on and built from scratch and took a lot of your life, was gone in less than a second ! After a while, we left the sands to the Al-Zawaida area because of the heavy shelling. We stayed there for about two weeks, and then the terrorist army asked us to go to Rafah. We actually fled for the fourth time to Rafah and stayed there for two months, some of the most difficult days of our lives, as there was no way or means to live a normal life. 😔😔 After that, because of the invasion of Rafah, we moved to Deir al-Balah. Now, we are in very difficult and oppressive circumstances.