โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.โ
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Help Ammar's family ๐
A year has passed since the October 7 war, the Gaza Strip war. In this war, Ammar Hammad was born in harsh conditions. He was 3 months old and could not breastfeed from his mother because she suffers from asthma in the lungs and no milk comes down in her udder. There is a report from Nasser Hospital about this. Ammar needs about 10 packs of milk to help him live in these conditions, in addition to diapers and his special clothes. In addition, Ammar's son suffers from a complete tear in the cruciate ligament and cannot work. Therefore, Ammar needs your help to stay alive.
Your donation is part of saving our lives from death. I hope you donate 20$
As for the place to live๐
Our house is completely destroyed. We have nothing left. We live in the middle of shattered rubble.
Everything is broken for us We hoped that our first child would live a happy life, but everything was destroyed. Ammar's room was destroyed. Everything disappeared in a moment. We cannot provide a suitable environment to live in. A good environment for our little child to live in. I am really unable to provide for my little baby. My husband has a cruciate ligament injury As for my husband, he suffers from a cruciate ligament injury and cannot work until he can save money to buy our childโs life necessities, such as milk, diapers, and household supplies.
As I spoke previously, my husband is sick with a cruciate ligament, and these are reports on that.I suffer from asthma and lung disease, and I cannot breastfeed my child because there is no milk coming into my chest. Therefore, I need a lot of milk, and milk here is expensive, and I cannot afford that. I hope you understand our situation, my friends. Please donate to us my friend If each person gave $25, you would help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza I hope you will donate even a little, my friends. Your donation will help us withstand this suffering Donation link in bio. Your donation will save us Please don't hesitate to donate and reblog.
Thank you all
Verified: @90-ghost
Urgent๐๐
Attention for all human and humanity in the world
My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war
before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good
Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now
I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent โบ.
Please help my family ๐ช to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.
My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please
Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood
We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here๐๐
Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you ๐๐
I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.
Donate $25 to save us from this war
Thank you all ๐
@gazavetters
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
#free๐ต๐ธ palestina ๐ต๐ธ
I am Sahar from Gaza, and I wish to find someone from outside the country who can help me with travel and immigration. I search for someone who can reunite us and consider us as part of their family, my family and I. I want to travel, whether through the Red Cross or via Ramon Airport. I can no longer endure this slow death and endless fear.๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline๐
#free Gaza #gaza
#save palestina #palestina
Save my father please โผ๏ธ๐จ
My friend, don't make me say goodbye to my father. ๐ญ The only thing left of my family. A month and a half ago, I lost my mother, who was taking her last breaths. ๐ญ๐ I don't want my father to let his last breaths be in front of my eyes, just like I lost my mother. ๐ญ๐ญ When I lost my mother, I had no choice, and now I have no choice but to lose my father. ๐ญ๐ญ I don't want my father to die. The matter seems very difficult for him. Do you imagine what I mean, my friend?
I can't write these words, I bleed while writing this, I can't describe and I scream at the doctors and tell them I don't want my father to die, but no one is with me, and my father is independent in intensive care, and his body is completely covered with wires and electronic devices inside the intensive care, and my father lives on artificial oxygen, and his swollen eyes ask me for help ๐๐ญ๐ญ and I have nothing but pain and tears ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
My father is sick with Sultan's disease and hepatitis, and they told me that either you pay to get a battery for the heart machine, or we will remove your father's oxygen and take him out of intensive care, and he will die immediately. ๐ญ๐๐ญ
My friend, please, I am begging you. Can you imagine what it means to my father and the pain inside me? Can you imagine the life I am living? My friend, your donation will save the life of a human being like us, just like each other. We must help each other, my friend.
Can you imagine my father's life shattered and trapped between death or life, just a number on a piece of paper, and my father needs your donation to save his life? ๐ญ๐๐ป
I haven't slept for days because of the conditions of saving my father. I see my father at the door of intensive care surrounded by machines and wires. My eyes are tearing up because I can't save my father and he is breathing with difficulty. I am afraid. Will this be my last day? ๐ญ๐ญ
Will my life become dark after my father's departure? ๐ญ๐ Will I continue to imagine my father in front of my eyes during his departure? ๐ญ๐ญ Imagine? Imagine?
When I hold my father's hand, I feel warmth and tenderness because there is no one in my family but my father, and I lost my sisters and everyone who cares about me, but my father is in danger and his last hours could be in a few minutes, my friend, donate when you see this, please, please, the matter is urgent ๐ญ๐ญ
I don't ask much from you. I just want my father to live and be my support. I want him to hug me and feel his warmth and tenderness and make up for the loss of my family.๐ญ๐๐ป
I beg you please my friend please help my father don't let my father go don't let my life be dark I have no one but my father please donate please my friend save my father ๐๐ป
Share my campaign ๐
Verified : @90-ghost
Save our life !!โค๏ธ๐ฅน
Hello again, I am Ahmed Mazen Hammad from Gaza, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now and we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 9 times,
every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of โโโโforced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,
We never imagined that a day would come when we would live all this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer around, I was left alone!! I search for salvation from death, I fear death and I fear it and I fear losing my father, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams and ambitions and the life you planned and depart from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,
I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??
In addition, my father has a very serious illness, he had a stroke, liver disease and other things that I lost, and I also lost my mother a month ago. My father needs care due to chronic diseases and lack of treatment, and his condition is getting worse, and I am the only one who takes care of her, so I am really afraid of losing and I do not want to lose, because I lost a big part of my family, my home, my work and my entire previous life.
Look at my father ๐ Our life is very painful I fear losing my father and living alone
Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful ๐
We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet
I do not want to die!! ๐ฅบ
Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible
Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please
My father faced death and surgeries because of the diseases he committed. Please I cannot live without my father. He has been my refuge after the death of my mother. Please donate to me so that I can provide for my fatherโs needs so that he can stay by my side.๐๐ป
You will not be the reason for my father's death or anything bad to happen. Please donate to save my father. If every person who donates will help me provide for my father's needs and provide him with the necessary medicine.
Share my campaign ๐
Donate to me please ๐
Thank you all ๐๐ต๐ธ
All of you here on Tumblr, donโt ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? โ๐ฝ While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enoughโour hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here ๐ I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
Please don't let us die alone here. Donate, share
I really wanna here more about the time travel au. What would c!vanilla and r!vanilla think of each other?
Tbh! I canโt really tell by the abbreviations which one is c and r so Iโm sorry about that ๐
But hereโs a summary of what I think they think of each other:
On a conscious level both of them realize that the other is themself but they are so removed from each other in age and demeanor that they treat each other as different people, if that makes sense.
In young Pure Vanillaโs mind, he of course is scared of what in the future makes him turn so apathetic to the world, and so reluctant to give and receive kindness. But more importantly, his adult self needs comforting and healing and thatโs what he can control and can do for him.
In Truthless Recluseโs (Iโve been calling him Dark Vanilla for the most part as an alias he would use in the AU) mind, he is prepared to protect his child self from Shadow Milk by any means possible and is initially on a hair trigger looking for any signs of Shadow Milk Cookieโs early influence. However, he is slowly but gradually realizing that Shadow Milk Cookie influenced his memories when they interacted, and re-experiencing them from this outside perspective is giving him a tiny bit more peace of mind for the safety of his child self. But this also means that heโs done a lot to himself in the future based on the words of Shadow Milk and is blaming himself for having changed so drastically. He doesnโt believe that he himself will ever be fit to hold the title of hero again, but he does believe that his child selfโs potential is separate from his and that child Pure Vanilla, with his boundless kindness, is fully deserving of all the status and power to come his way in the future.
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.
A Future Beyond War Starts With You ๐
My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from meโmy mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting forโmy three younger brothers.
๐น One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they donโt have to endure the pain weโve faced. ๐น Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed. ๐น And the youngest? He doesnโt have big dreams yetโhe just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.
But how do you rebuild a life when thereโs nothing left to start with?
๐ก We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope. Right now, we are not just fighting for survivalโwe are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.
๐ This is where you come in. Iโm not asking for muchโjust a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.
๐ Will you help us rebuild? Together, we can prove that war doesnโt get the final wordโhope does. Thank you for standing with us. ๐โจ
๐ Being Palestinian Today...
Imagine waking up not to an alarm clock, but to the deafening roar of warplanes above your home. No breakfast waiting. No running water. No electricity. Just the sound of fearโฆ and the weight of survival.
Children wake up screaming, parents hold their breath, hoping this day won't be their last. No one should live like this. No one should have to choose between hunger and safety, between silence and losing their home.
This isn't just a humanitarian crisis โ it's the daily reality of us people whose only "crime" is existing on land they call home.
Our suffering is not a number. Itโs names, families, stories, and dreams lost too soon.
๐๏ธ Raise awareness. Speak up. Humanity shouldn't be selective.
Do something for us " donate here "
Vetted by @bilal-salah0
โImagine sitting in your home, and suddenly the shattered bodies of your neighbors-bombed without warning-scatter into your room uninvited. The smell of blood arrives before the sound, and the scene is heavier than any heart can bear.
โThere is no safety, no sanctity left for homes. Death has become a daily guest, entering through the windows before it even knocks on the door
โI nazmy abouoda, a displaced person from Gaza. live in war and very difficult days. My family and I live like prisoners in tents in the cold weather with insects. What I want is to preserve my family, survive and live in peace. I hope you will stand by me and donatee even a little.
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #380 )โ ๏ธ๐
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All of you here on Tumblr, don't miss this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enough. Our hearts are crying. No to silence. React here, click on the heart, donate here ๐ I depend on your donations to live.
โ ๏ธvetted here by @nabulsi
And here by @90-ghost
Urgent ๐จ ๐จ
My mother makes us bread despite the difficult situation and the lack of necessities of life ๐
The war has entered its ninth month and everything is getting worse ๐
Please help me get my family out of there and protect them from war and bombing๐๐
News Graveyards: How Dangers to War Reporters Endanger the World
The war in Gaza has, since October 7, 2023, killed more journalists than the U.S. Civil War, World Wars I and II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War (including the conflicts in Cambodia and Laos), the wars in Yugoslavia in the 1990s and 2000s, and the post-9/11 war in Afghanistan, combined. It is, quite simply, the worst ever conflict for reporters.
Mosab Abu Toha
I assigned a writing prompt a few weeks ago that asked my students to reflect on a time when someone believed in them or when they believed in someone else. One of my students began to panic.
โI have to ask Google the prompt to get some ideas if I canโt just use AI,โ she pleaded and then began typing into the search box on her screen, โA time when someone believed in you.โ
โItโs about you,โ I told her. โYouโve got your life experiences inside of your own mind.โ It hadnโt occurred to her โ even with my gentle reminder โ to look within her own imagination to generate ideas. One of the reasons why I assigned the prompt is because learning to think for herself now, in high school, will help her build confidence and think through more complicated problems as she gets older โ even when sheโs no longer in a classroom situation.
Sheโs only in ninth grade, yet sheโs already become accustomed to outsourcing her own mind to digital technologies, and it frightens me.
When I teach students how to write, Iโm also teaching them how to think. Through fits and starts (a process that can be both frustrating and rewarding), high school English teachers like me help students get to know themselves better when they use language to figure out what they think and how they feel.
. . .
If you believe, as I do, that writing is thinking โ and thinking is everything โ things arenโt looking too good for our students or for the educators trying to teach them. In addition to teaching high school, Iโm also a college instructor, and I see this behavior in my older students as well.
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This! This is what scares me the most about AI! Physical exertion is difficult if someone isn't used to it, and it gets easier the more often it's done. When it's done often enough, it becomes a habit. Mental exertion is exactly the same. Thinking is a learned skill just like a sport is, and an entire generation is growing up without that most critical skill.
An unthinking populace is a more easily controlled populace.
Hi tumblr
I am Ahmed from Gaza, I lost my house and the most precious thing I have in this war, so I helped my friend @gothhabiba by creating a campaign to rebuild my house, but I could not collect this amount and I faced many difficulties in that, I was interrupted publishing my campaign for a long time because of returning to northern Gaza, where my house that was destroyed and because my house became rubble, I cannot live in it at all, so I now live in the middle of Gaza. I rented a house somewhere, the house rent price is $400 per month, so I need your help in that, guys, until we compensated by the concerned party, so we will have to pay a monthly rent. I will start today by collecting this money and my goal is $400 for the month of February
So here we start today we have a whole month to collect this rent
0/400$
Save our lives ๐จ๐จ
โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
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. ๐
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.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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 ๐
Thank you ๐ค
Save our lives ๐จ๐จ
โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
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. ๐
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.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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 ๐
Thank you ๐ค
Save our lives ๐จ๐จ
โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
I buried my brothers with my own hands, I washed my mother with my tears, I saw my father burning and I couldn't put out the fire. Today, I'm waiting for my turn. ๐ญ๐
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. ๐
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.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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 ๐
Thank you ๐ค
Save our lives โผ๏ธ๐จ
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." ๐ญ๐
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. ๐ญ
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. ๐๐
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. ๐ญ๐ญ
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.
โI am Wissamโฆ I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I donโt want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
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. ๐ญ๐
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. ๐๐ญ
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. ๐ญ๐ญ
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. ๐
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.๐ญ๐
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๐ฟ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story ๐ฟ
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 shatteredโwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborโs 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 everythingโour 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 familyโs 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.
๐ Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. ๐
FIVE DAYS SINCE LAST DONATION
And seven days from the last one before that!!!
Moneer's family of seven -- including four-year-old Sham -- cannot live off of this rate of donations.
If you know Moneer @lion-5, you know how traumatized he has become. The sounds alone are constant and giving him extreme trauma symptoms. If something happens to Sham, the most vulnerable family member of this child-targeting genocide... I do not know if Moneer will ever recover.
This trickle of donations is not survivable for a family this large in Gaza.
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Rafah crossing will open soon. Donate before it opens so my family and I can flee Gaza. Hell and death are here - I don't want to suffer any longer. You are our only hope. Donate, I beg you. Donate.
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๐๏ธ From Rubble to Renewal โ Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope ๐ฟ
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and Iโm writing this with a heart full of sorrowโbut also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better daysโall of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasnโt just a structureโit was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we havenโt lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your supportโwhether itโs a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your timeโcan help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
๐ Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. ๐งฑ Every share gives our story a voice. ๐ฑ Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from whatโs been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and woodโbut in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heartโthank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, โ Mohamed
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โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
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. ๐
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.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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.
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โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
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. ๐
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.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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.
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โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
I buried my brothers with my own hands, I washed my mother with my tears, I saw my father burning and I couldn't put out the fire. Today, I'm waiting for my turn. ๐ญ๐
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. ๐
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.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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.
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Save my father please โผ๏ธ๐จ
My friend, don't make me say goodbye to my father. ๐ญ The only thing left of my family. A month and a half ago, I lost my mother, who was taking her last breaths. ๐ญ๐ I don't want my father to let his last breaths be in front of my eyes, just like I lost my mother. ๐ญ๐ญ When I lost my mother, I had no choice, and now I have no choice but to lose my father. ๐ญ๐ญ I don't want my father to die. The matter seems very difficult for him. Do you imagine what I mean, my friend?
I can't write these words, I bleed while writing this, I can't describe and I scream at the doctors and tell them I don't want my father to die, but no one is with me, and my father is independent in intensive care, and his body is completely covered with wires and electronic devices inside the intensive care, and my father lives on artificial oxygen, and his swollen eyes ask me for help ๐๐ญ๐ญ and I have nothing but pain and tears ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
My father is sick with Sultan's disease and hepatitis, and they told me that either you pay to get a battery for the heart machine, or we will remove your father's oxygen and take him out of intensive care, and he will die immediately. ๐ญ๐๐ญ
My friend, please, I am begging you. Can you imagine what it means to my father and the pain inside me? Can you imagine the life I am living? My friend, your donation will save the life of a human being like us, just like each other. We must help each other, my friend.
Can you imagine my father's life shattered and trapped between death or life, just a number on a piece of paper, and my father needs your donation to save his life? ๐ญ๐๐ป
I haven't slept for days because of the conditions of saving my father. I see my father at the door of intensive care surrounded by machines and wires. My eyes are tearing up because I can't save my father and he is breathing with difficulty. I am afraid. Will this be my last day? ๐ญ๐ญ
Will my life become dark after my father's departure? ๐ญ๐ Will I continue to imagine my father in front of my eyes during his departure? ๐ญ๐ญ Imagine? Imagine?
When I hold my father's hand, I feel warmth and tenderness because there is no one in my family but my father, and I lost my sisters and everyone who cares about me, but my father is in danger and his last hours could be in a few minutes, my friend, donate when you see this, please, please, the matter is urgent ๐ญ๐ญ
I don't ask much from you. I just want my father to live and be my support. I want him to hug me and feel his warmth and tenderness and make up for the loss of my family.๐ญ๐๐ป
I beg you please my friend please help my father don't let my father go don't let my life be dark I have no one but my father please donate please my friend save my father ๐๐ป
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