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please remember that a ceasefire has not been reached yet and that israel's attacks have actually recently ramped up. people are also still being starved. combat this by donating to gaza soup kitchen

This is Eman. I have written several posts about her, but unfortunately, despite the posts receiving a lot of attention, no one has donated to her. Eman is a little girl, one year and five months old. She was born shortly before the war, which meant she grew up in the worst living conditions for children.

I ask you to provide all the support you can to help Eman, as she is suffering from severe malnutrition. Every donation helps her get diapers and formula milk.

Please consider her as someone you love and offer your support. Show some care and love for Eman.

Take a minute of your time and donate for Eman.

What isn't happening in Gaza right now?

23rd of Ramadan.

We were hoping to enjoy some safety… But we didn't even get to enjoy a little safety before the war, which never really ended, was renewed.

It was renewed after two months of "rest" that was nothing more than a pause in the bloodshed. It was renewed after two months of "rest" during which the crossings were not opened and the siege continued. It was renewed after two months of "rest" during which they took what they wanted from Gaza and then resumed the bombing and destruction. Yesterday, they besieged more than 50,000 displaced people in the west of Rafah, abusing them and carrying out massacres.

The children who were waiting for Eid… were martyred. The sound of bombing, displacement, and homelessness never leaves us.

Gaza itself is tired… tired… tired. So what about its people and its families?

We are tired of the bombing, the destruction, the displacement. We haven't even recovered from the last displacement, and now we have to leave our homes again, which we haven't even had time to rebuild? Are they going to destroy them again after the hope we had? We are tired of greedy merchants, tired of the lack of food. Imagine that in the month of Ramadan, I fast from food for 12 hours, and my main meal is hummus or sometimes rice.

We are very tired… And we need you so much in a way I've never felt before in my life. We need you more than at the beginning of the war because the war has returned even stronger than before!! Support at gofundme Link

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Donate to Support Mahmoud for a Better Life, organized by Annie Hall

With the ceasefire now in place, the Hamam family has changed their goal. They have surv… Annie Hall needs your support for Support Mahmoud

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it's very surreal to see posts about palestine dwindling down after the ceasefire. israel is still blocking aid to and trying to make life difficult for palestinians in gaza. we still have to continue to speak up about gaza.

in this ceasefire, many palestinians are trying to rebuild in attempts to try and return to what they had before the genocide. despite the heavy and unbearable loss of life that gaza has experienced, her people continue to try to make a better world for their children.

alaa is a mother of two young children. she wants to rebuild her house and get a better future for her children. please have heart and consider helping her out. her fundraiser has been verified.

please donate here

Please help my family

My name is Aisha

I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.

Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.

We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.

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Help Aisha and her children

I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years

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"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.