GRENADE.

Tala still has hope to live in safety, far from and violence.

She dreams of a world where she can grow without fear, where her laughter isn't overshadowed by conflict.

Help Tala find a path to a secure future and start a life filled with peace, where she can pursue her dreams and build a brighter tomorrow.

Together, we can make a difference.

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Donate to Rescue Mahmoud's Family: A Call to Escape Gaza's Devastation, organized by Mahmoud AlTibi

Hello everyone, After much contemplation and hesitation, … Mahmoud AlTibi needs your support for Rescue Mahmoud's Family: A Call to Esca

Welcome to Our Community! 🤝🏻

Thank you for your continued support of the Palestinian cause and Gaza. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, but with your solidarity, we can move forward toward hope and freedom. Here, we will share our stories and challenges, and we look forward to building a strong community that supports each other during these tough times.

Together, we can make a difference. Thank you again for all your support.🙏🙏🙏

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I am Abdulrahman, I live in Gaza. Please help me.

This fundraising campaign is dedicated to the family of Abdulrahman, 35, whose extended family is struggling to provide for his children, es

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Paypal suspended my account im no longer can access to the money i have in account until i solve the problem.

I need your help guys to continue help me and my family especially my brother and my relatives who still there in Khan Yunis so i will share my brother paypal account

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Hi guys!! @sami999 has reached out to me to help promote his gofundme to help him evacuate himself and his family out of Gaza🙏Sami has a wife, kids, elders, siblings, ans they all raise 30k for a goal to get to the safety. Right now they reached only 3k and they really need your support

He is one the number 14 on Gaza Vitters list

Unfortunately, donations for palestinian families are really low, although the war is not over yet. If you can, please donate to save his family

As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.

It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.

My friend, I no longer have words left, and I don’t know if words can save a soul hanging on the edge of death.

My child… my flesh and blood… lies now on a ventilator, motionless, his eyes shut as if he’s silently bidding farewell.

The doctors told me coldly:

“Either you pay, or we turn off the ventilator.”As if my child’s life is a number on a bill…As if death can be bargained for.

$2,650… the price of life.

A price I cannot afford, a price I cannot allow my son to be taken from me because my pockets are empty.

Every minute that passes feels like a blade.I look at my child, but I can’t even touch his face through the wires and machines.I whisper to him, though he can’t hear me:“Hold on, my love… Don’t leave me… I’m so sorry… there’s nothing I can do.”

What kind of cruelty is this? What kind of world is this where a father has to beg just to keep his child alive? What justice is there when a hospital room becomes a slow, merciless execution?

My friend, I no longer ask for much just that I don’t have to carry him to his grave, instead of bringing him home.

Please help us… even with a word, even with a donation, even with a tear that moves the hearts of others.

My child is dying… and I am dying with him, second by second.

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Donate to Help Ahmed Hammad Provide For His Family, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed H… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov

Save him before he fades away… before the coffin closes on my heart.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #576 )✅️

Verified : @90-ghost

Verified:@bilal-salah0

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My friend, I no longer have words left, and I don’t know if words can save a soul hanging on the edge of death.

My child… my flesh and blood… lies now on a ventilator, motionless, his eyes shut as if he’s silently bidding farewell.

The doctors told me coldly:

“Either you pay, or we turn off the ventilator.”As if my child’s life is a number on a bill…As if death can be bargained for.

$2,650… the price of life.

A price I cannot afford, a price I cannot allow my son to be taken from me because my pockets are empty.

Every minute that passes feels like a blade.I look at my child, but I can’t even touch his face through the wires and machines.I whisper to him, though he can’t hear me:“Hold on, my love… Don’t leave me… I’m so sorry… there’s nothing I can do.”

What kind of cruelty is this? What kind of world is this where a father has to beg just to keep his child alive? What justice is there when a hospital room becomes a slow, merciless execution?

My friend, I no longer ask for much just that I don’t have to carry him to his grave, instead of bringing him home.

Please help us… even with a word, even with a donation, even with a tear that moves the hearts of others.

My child is dying… and I am dying with him, second by second.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Ahmed Hammad Provide For His Family, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed H… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov

Save him before he fades away… before the coffin closes on my heart.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #576 )✅️

Verified : @90-ghost

Verified:@bilal-salah0

@asalesbian @asinglularpotato @brightmoontrigon @timetravellingkitty @sayruq @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @barenerveendings @crunchyspositivybubble @danielhowell @derrickdent @discoverynews @earthenterran @ot3 @e @equipo @equipebrasil @femmefitz @freehologramreview @fiendfriendly @frog-in-a-dew @feelingemotjons @guanbo @garden-of-vegan @gamechangershow @gracehelbig @glamour @hotdogmchiggin @headwir3d @hangulteam @humansofnewyork

@hitrecordjoe @instantpansies @instagram @iglovequotes @iglovequotes @indieteen @indieteen @inspiring-pictures @jessescatorccio @janederscore @just-shower-thoughts @justgirlythings @jacksonharries @karlmarxmaybe @k @komanda @kushandwizdom @oldaddictedtophoto-blog @lobefinnedraptor @laxsland

Hello everyone

Unfortunately, the news now does not bode well. It has been decided not to allow the entry of humanitarian aid to the Gaza Strip. We are now facing a real famine. No aid will be allowed in, and we do not have money to be able to buy food. The last donation we received was three days ago. We depend on your donations for our livelihood. Please, my friends, do not leave us. Please share our posts and donate to us so that we can stay alive. Please donate to us for the sake of my innocent children.

vetted by @gazavetters, and (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.

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Donate to Support Hossam’s afflicted family to rebuild their lives., organized by nouraldin alqazzaz

Dear reader, I am Hussam Al-Qazzaz from Gaza, and I am wr… nouraldin alqazzaz needs your support for Support Hossam’s afflicted family t

During this ongoing war and genocide people in Gaza still want to live their lives, not just survive. This is also my friend Mai's case whose family has only suffered so far because of injuries and illness:

Her brother was injured and required 80stitches and constant medication and care to gain functionality of his arm

Mai herself has been diagnosed with hepatitis due to contaminated food and water

Her mother’s health has deteriorated even tho she has a heart device implanted. The medication she needs to survive costs $350 per week!

Her father recently underwent a heart catheterization and now requires continuous care medication her family cannot afford. He is elderly and unable to work to cover these costs.

Despite all this she still wishes is to complete her Master's degree and register for the current semester. However this costs money: 1500 $. For this she made a separate paypal account dedicated only to her university fees. I would love it if you all donated and reblogged this post in order to help her reach her goal!

for the fee of her master’s degree, you can donate here

for her family you can donate to this gofundme or to this paypal