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Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Chuffed

Help Asmaa evacuate her family and treat her husband abroad

I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

Share my campaign 🙏

Thank you 🤍

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Donate to Support Khawla's Family in Gaza Crisis, organized by Abi Lass

My name is Abi from Lincoln, NE, and I'm raising money for Khawla and her family from … Abi Lass needs your support for Support Khawla's Fam

Current progress: $4,083/$20,000

Account: @family-kawla2

This campaign is for Khawla, @/mohiy-gaza 's sister (confirmation below cut). Mohiy has been vetted by 90-ghost here

Khawla and her husband are rasing funds to help them and their 3 children: Muhammad (5), Sham (3), and Ghazal (1 1/2). They need help affording food, clean water, shelter, baby supplies, and medicine to treat Muhammad's hepatitis.

The funds will help them survive and afford evacuation to a safer place, where Khawla's children will be able to live in peace and return to school. Completing their fundraiser is impossible without support from people like you. Please extend your support to Khawla's family by sharing and donating, even if all you can spare is $5. Every share and every dollar will bring them one step closer to reaching their goal and affording evacuation.

Taiju be lookin like he came straight outta a Colgate Factory

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

[Narrator Voice] She in fact, was not fine.

I'm totally normal about Twiyor/Spy x Family, you guys.

I'm not buried under a thousand fic recs and cute as fuck fanart.

I haven't binged the manga and started looking for any official merch I can get my grubby paws on.

I don't have Yor inspired earrings coming in the mail.

It's fine.

I'm fine

Before and After💔

please help me and family 💔

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Donate to Help Mahmoud's Family Overcome War Tragedy, organized by Heyam Sharif

I am Mahmoud Al-Sharif, married and have 3 children, and my wife is about to g… Heyam Sharif needs your support for Help Mahmoud's Family Ov

‎‏We are from the Gaza Strip, which suffers from wars. I lived through 5 of these wars, and I lost my eyes and fingers hand , and my other eye was damaged. These were the previous wars until this 2023 war came and destroyed everything from my home and my workplace

🚨 This isn't a plea. This is the cry of a mother being torn apart.

This is what it looks like... when a child dies, not from disease, but from poverty.

My child isn't treated.

He isn't held.

He's tortured—slowly and silently—and I watch.

He no longer cries. He chokes.

His lips are blue. His eyes are dull.

His chest barely rises, as if every breath is a war.

And I, his mother, stand here... completely useless.

They told me:

"Pay now, or take him to die."

They said it coldly. Without hesitation. Without heart.

As if my child isn't a life...just a number on a bill.

My child isn't dying from disease.

He dies because we are poor.

And the world is merciless to the poor.

Can you imagine watching your child vanish, knowing that he could be saved—if only you had the money?

Can you imagine digging his grave...

Not because he lost the battle -

But because no one gave him a chance to fight?

Every second is a knife.Every breath he loses - it breaks me more than death does.

I'm not asking for luxury.

I'm not asking for miracles.

I'm begging: Don't force me to bury him while he's still looking at me.

❌ No surgery

❌ No oxygen

❌ No time

❌ Nothing... except God... and maybe... you

If you have an ounce of humanity - help me.

If you're a mother, a father, a human being - save him.

If you can't donate, share this. Let the world hear his silent scream.

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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

I'm a mother who's silently collapsing...I don't want to bury my child in a graveWhen he can still laugh... run... say "Mama"- if only we could keep him alive.

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Omar's father needs help. I am helping to collect money through paypal, as gofundme takes a larger fee and takes longer to transfer the money.

Omar's campaign has been shared by @90-ghost

paypal.me/xanadoodle

As I am collecting money for others as well, please add in the notes if the donation is for Omar

$0/1150

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Donate to Help Secure a Home for Family Unjustly Evicted, organized by Rachel from Motionwarrior

We don’t have a home anymore, despite the signed contract agr… Rachel from Motionwarrior needs your support for Help Secure a Home for Famil

Taken from Rachel’s gofundme:

“We don’t have a home anymore, despite the signed contract agreement that made the house ours. We had an attorney that was supposed to halt the eviction, but suddenly disappeared and left us out for the birds. It’s really the landlord’s son who ended our stay at the house. He had the workers stuff our belongings in black garbage bags and toss them out to the street, breaking some things in the process, despite the officer telling me to my face when I was in panic, “We are professionals and will be careful with your items.”

One of the things that blew me away is that my dad (now battling cancer) volunteered as a first responder during our time here, and yet many in the neighborhood stopped by with comments or made fun of us, and what I think I understand is that because they know that we are artists and were always making the exterior of the house look pretty and well kept, they felt high enough to insult or make fun of our situation.

From overnight to the next day, frantically hustling and carrying/dragging our belongings, even bigger than us such as furniture and whatever was left of our stuff into a couple of moving trucks, the landlord’s son also called the cops on us multiple times since we had our “trash” on the property. He did this anyway even after watching us in the direct sun, going without eating, or taking breaks for several hours, desperate to collect our things and bring them off the property to safety in the midst of his request for the Town Garbage to dispose of our belongings. Literal blood, sweat, and tears were shed that day. He destroyed a lot of furniture that I remember taking a few years for my parents to save up for. I will never forget the sound my grand piano made when I watched it be lifted into the air and drop, shattering inside that larger dump truck. We suffered bruises, scratches/cuts (due to anonymous sharp items we couldn’t see in many bags), bug bites, poison ivy, and sunburns. We are even getting sick (such as testing positive for covid) due to going and sleeping at hotels to motels, inns, etc.

In November, the landlord’s son sent workers to remove/destroy our own plants, rare shrubs, self-built wooden planters, and other of our wood framing to “clean up” the yard. He also had them destroy and take down our fence that we built too, which was supposed to enhance my brother’s safety, as he can’t help himself suffering from Asperger’s/autism. The house was poorly constructed, in which my Dad (battling cancer), has been making improvements and repairs to the house throughout the years. The lease shows that we were on a “pay to own” plan, which we've already invested for around 15 years... We paid out of pocket and were very rarely compensated to fix any issues with the house, but kicked out anyway…

At this point, I am not looking to cover the cost to replace what was ruined or lost, but we are running out of resources, going from motels to hotels, while struggling to pay for storage, as well as any other form of shelter.

Unfortunately, we live in a relatively expensive part of New York, and it would be a lot of gas to inspect houses and meet with real estate agents, including bringing our things from the storage units to the new location even if we found a more affordable, well built house in another state. I would especially like my little sister to continue her education here as well, but the market for homes here aren’t in a very sparing range.

Since middle school, it was always my biggest dream and concern to buy a house for my family; in fear that something like this would happen. I have tried so hard to find ways to make it happen, but around where I live, these corporations are either not hiring, or I am believed to be inadequate for the job, even though I applied to many fields I’ve had experience and felt confident in.

I would like to secure a final place for my family. FULLY paid off. No longer needing to worry about the greed and control from heartless and unconcerned landlords, like the many years ago growing up, and now.

Your help and contribution is abundantly appreciated.

-Rachel ( aka MW )”

Cry for Help from Beneath the Rubble

No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury.Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.

Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness.To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, don’t leave us alone in this suffering.

Chuffed

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