I understand that you are weary of keeping up with this, tired of watching this war unfold, and exhausted by the endless stream of pictures and videos. You are worn out by death, drained by sorrow, and, perhaps, even by us.
We apologize for burdening the world with our news, but what you are tired of seeing, we endure every single day, every hour, every minute, and every second.
We do not have the luxury of pausing this horror to catch our breath, nor to give you respite. Your solidarity, however, reminds us that the world has not yet grown numb to injustice, to killing, or to devastation.
What we ask of you may feel overwhelming, but please remember that we have so much love, goodness, and generosity to share with the world when this war finally ends. We, too, cherish life.
So, bear with us a little longer, and please, do not forget us.
To know the real Palestine, join our raffle to get a chance to taste Palestinian heritage and celebrate it directly from Ramallah.
Written by Ezzideen Shehab
6 June
Jabalya
Happy Pride Month
Daily reminder to donate or share
This is my kids Rakan 13 and Seba 10 years old.👩🏼🤝👩🏻 Thier childhood changed dramatically since Gaza war.💥
I want to share with you my wishes as a mum, I don’t want to search for my little children in the devastating rubble, I don’t want to write thier names on thier bodyies parts so they can be recognized.😭💔
Please give a minute of your time reading my story and give me support
https://gofund.me/4c9ebb8b
I'm Eman. I’m 17 years old, and until the start of this war I lived a happy life in Gaza with my mother.
We’re currently residing in Khan Younis and living in a tent as a result of the brutalities committed by Israel since October 7th.
My father was martyred in the 2014 aggression.
My mother has been suffering from increase blood pressure and heart problems for more than four years and needs lifelong treatment now that her condition has worsened since the beginning of the aggression
We struggle daily to survive in an environment full of threats and risks.
The occupation destroyed my dreams and my future.
My school has also been destroyed, and I'm now a year behind other students my age.
I’m trying to collect the necessary funds to evacuate me and my mother, 49 years old, and start a new life after reaching Egypt.
I hope everyone can help me and help my mother donate and reblog please 🙏
Thanks a lot 🍉🤍
Eman Khader
@90-ghost @sarakipin @soon-palestine @flower-tea-fairies @sayruq @vakarians-babe @plomegranate @taylorswift @palestine @tim-the-rat @pump-e-bucanieri @pumpkinsy0@aibhse @nyqn @mephisto86 @imput @mmcoconut @wqemzz-blog
https://gofund.me/4c9ebb8b
Please give a minute of your time reading my story and give me support
https://gofund.me/4c9ebb8b
I'm Eman. I’m 17 years old, and until the start of this war I lived a happy life in Gaza with my mother.
We’re currently residing in Khan Younis and living in a tent as a result of the brutalities committed by Israel since October 7th.
My father was martyred in the 2014 aggression.
My mother has been suffering from increase blood pressure and heart problems for more than four years and needs lifelong treatment now that her condition has worsened since the beginning of the aggression
We struggle daily to survive in an environment full of threats and risks.
The occupation destroyed my dreams and my future.
My school has also been destroyed, and I'm now a year behind other students my age.
I’m trying to collect the necessary funds to evacuate me and my mother, 49 years old, and start a new life after reaching Egypt.
I hope everyone can help me and help my mother donate and reblog please 🙏
Thanks a lot 🍉🤍
Eman Khader
@90-ghost @sarakipin @soon-palestine @flower-tea-fairies @sayruq @vakarians-babe @plomegranate @taylorswift @palestine @tim-the-rat @pump-e-bucanieri @pumpkinsy0@aibhse @nyqn @mephisto86 @imput @mmcoconut @wqemzz-blog
https://gofund.me/4c9ebb8b
Hind Rajab was a 5 year old girl in Gaza who was killed while she hid alone in a car, along with the paramedics who tried to rescue her. Yesterday students at Columbia seized the administration building and renamed it in her honor.
Gadzooks Bazooka Instagram: gadzooks_bazooka
Remembering #HindRajab & children in #Gaza: This is what the mother of the child, Hind Rajab . https://tmblr.co/ZTeZMyfB_GHeeu00
UPDATE FROM
@sunnydice: (and please don't forget Layan Hamadeh , her 15 yr old cousin who was trapped with her or Yusuf Zino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun who bravely volunteered to try to save hind and were murdered by the IOF )
DrSonnet — هذا ما قالته والدة الطفلة هند رجب عندما سمعت بخبر... (tumblr.com)
Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in Gaza Palestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are fighting death in northern Gaza and trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to destruction, fear, and instability, starvation, thirst, and poverty.
For nine months until now, we have been struggling to get proper food after prices increased by 15 to 20 times, struggling to have clean water for use and drinking. We lacked security and stability as we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. Then we had to move at least three times since every new area we seek refuge to gets bombed.
I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. You can follow me to make sure I am not a scammer and to inquire about any details. Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference.
Please reblog my post, follow me and boost my posts, and repost the link to our campaign across all your social media.
Thank you for standing by me ❤️.
Please donate and/or reblog 🥺🙏🇵🇸
@rinnie @sweetoothgirl @palestine @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein @northgazaupdates @sar-soor
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. Thanks to your incredible kindness, we’ve reached 19,800 out of 30,000. 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 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
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 ❤️
Chapter 9 - Jungwon’s Persistent Migraine
There are three things Y/n knows for certain:
1.) Danielle is her best friend
2.) Her favorite color is pink
3.) And the seven guys showing up in her dreams are hot as hell
When y/n starts college at her dream university, Decelis Academy, her dreams start to fade into reality. Things that are hidden come to light and she starts wishing some would have stayed in the shadows.
Alternatively, you’re thrown into a world of supernatural beings. Are they friends, foes, or lovers? The choice is yours.
Reblogs are appreciated <3
Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 10
Chapter 2 - Y/n has no idea where she is (half written, half smau)
There are three things Y/n knows for certain:
1.) Danielle is her best friend
2.) Her favorite color is pink
3.) And the seven guys showing up in her dreams are both creepy and hot as hell
When Y/n starts college at her dream university, Decelis Academy, her dreams start to creep their way into reality. Things that are hidden come to light and she starts wishing some would have just stayed in the shadows.
Alternatively, you’re thrown into a world of supernatural beings. Are they friends, foes, or lovers? The choice is yours.
Reblogs are appreciated <3
Y/n shoved her phone in her pocket and looked at her class schedule. Chemistry 101 with Ms. Wong; Room 303: Science Building. The words were practically burned into her memory by now. As soon as the friend group had gotten here they all split up pretty immediately, that was the downside of not having any similar majors. Y/n signed heavily.
“I definitely should’ve payed more attention when I toured here.” She spoke to herself. She began to glance around, hoping to see one of the tour guides who had guided her around her first time here. However she couldn’t spot anyone she even remotely recognized.
Just as she was about to give up she spotted a boy lugging around the same chem book that was safely tucked away in her backpack. Y/n shook off her social nerves before quietly approaching the boy who was typing something on his phone.
“Hey sorry to bother you but can you help me find the science building? My chem class starts in 15 minutes and I have no idea where I’m going.” Y/n asked tapping the taller boys shoulder.
The boy stopped looking at his phone to glance at the girl. ‘Damn he’s really cute’ Y/n thought, her cheeks starting to heat up. But the more she looked at him the more familiar he looked.
“Oh don’t worry about it I was just heading there now. My name is Sunoo by the way.” He chirped sticking out his hand for Y/n to shake.
Y/n grabbed his hand with little to no hesitation. “I’m Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you Y/n. Now we better get going I’ve heard Ms. Wong is a real stickler to students who are late.”
Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3