🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But 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.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
Kicking off Nirami's expression sheet challenge with Wyatt! (E4)
Blud is either drunk or gooning over Dahlia
As the time drew near for him to ascend to heaven, Jesus resolutely set out for Jerusalem. He sent messengers ahead to a Samaritan village to prepare for his arrival. But the people of the village did not welcome Jesus because he was on his way to Jerusalem. When James and John saw this, they said to Jesus, "Lord, should we call down fire from heaven to burn them up?"But Jesus turned and rebuked them. So they went on to another village. Luke 9:51-56 (NLT)
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James and John meant well. Their reaction reflects a very human response that some Christians have when others reject Jesus or fail to live according to His will. Their anger, offence and judgement came from their passion, love and zeal for Jesus. But, it was misguided. It didn’t reflect the heart and Spirit of Jesus. Instead of grace and patience, they condemned and sought vengeance. Jesus’ rebuke shows that that’s not how He operates. His Spirit is one of love, grace and redemption, and we as Christians are called to reflect that- even to ourselves!
Sometimes we’re like James and John to ourselves as well. When we sin or fall short, it’s easy to condemn ourselves. But Jesus’ response to the Samaritan village’s rejection shows His heart: He didn’t lash out, shame or curse them. Instead, He continued His mission of grace. He still died for them because He loved them.
Jesus doesn’t condemn- why should we? He loves you more in this moment than any one of your loved ones could love you in their entire lifetime. Remember that! 💗💫
Bye cuties!!
I have a blog if you care to check it out: https://neverthirsts.com/2025/01/27/when-you-forget-the-spirit-you-belong-to/
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
Heyyo! I recently found ur blog and ur art is soo cute! (Also it's fun to find fellow christians on here) if ur still doing the 50 follower free art comms, could you do my lil boi Fred?
Thank you! It's a pleasure meeting you as well ^^ I loved drawing the little guy
So some days back I found out one of my siblings' friends is also a Warriors and Arcane fan I'm so happy I have someone to fangirl with now
Used IbisPaint for the first time, enjoy this very saturated piece of Rusty from Warriors 😽
We all making grandpa cry btw
I don't know how long I can bear all this pain, I don't know if my son will recover or if he will continue to suffer for the rest of his life, I don't know if he will stay alive because of his inability to breathe, please help me before it's too late
Please share my story and donate what you can
Thanks 🙏
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Low-key working on an AU where Goosefeather becomes a warrior anyway but the dead cats still annoy him
But it comes with its own perks, like the dead warriors helped him while training sometimes
Jesus loves you and me 💝 [ASKS AND ART REQUESTS ARE OPEN, comms closed] Pharmacy student 🇳🇬/Artist (multifandom and OC)
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