Hello Dears I Hope You Are All Well Please Help Me!!!

"it was in 2020" oh so like a year or so ago. a couple years. im sorry 5? did you just say five? five years ago ?

i’m genuinely so fucking exhausted and i don’t want to hear it from anyone anymore. and to those who “support us in silence”, we don’t want fucking guilt and pity. we want action. i am fucking over it. you see HUNGRY people die while trying to get food and think this is normal???? you think a bag of flour should cost you your life?? fuck you all and fuck this whole world for failing us. i don’t feel safe most of the time and i haven’t felt like a normal human being for months now. how do you expect me to function when it’s my people i’m seeing get killed

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Hello, my name is Tahani, I am 31 years old, a mother of three children, my first daughter Sanaa is 7 years old, my second Hanan is 5 years old, and my youngest daughter hla is 3 years old. We live in the southern Gaza Strip, and my other half, my husband and support, lives in the northern Gaza Strip with his elderly parents.

Since the morning of 10/7/2023, our lives have turned into hell, and every day our lives get worse. We lived the most difficult days of our lives, and we were displaced and displaced 9-10 times. The occupation forced us to flee after destroying our home and destroying our private project, and we were left with neither a home nor a job. We left without knowing where we would go, without shelter, and to this day we do not know where we will go.

We sought refuge in shelters and relatives’ homes. My children and I are currently living in tents. I kept the key to my house in the hope that we would return to it. The nightmare came true in the bombing and detonation of our house, and our dreams became displaced.

My children and I would wake up to the sound of shells, missiles and bombs. My children and I lived days of fear, and when the house next to me was bombed, we were displaced, and I did not know where I would go with the children.

We are living a real famine in the Gaza Strip. My children and I went to bed many nights without food because there was no food available. We had to eat animal and bird feed because of the lack of flour. My children were starving and I was crying over them. Hunger was killing my children. This led to malnutrition and they started to show symptoms of stomach problems, diarrhea, and the spread of skin rashes in their bodies due to the spread of viruses. There is also a lack of cleaning agents and insecticides. There is also a shortage of drinking water, and when it is provided, it is not safe to drink.

My children cry every day because they don't eat fruits, vegetables, eggs, chicken and meat and I can't stand their crying. There is also a shortage of gas that has forced us to use fire in all aspects of life such as cooking, baking and heating water for bathing. We use solid waste to light fires because of the high price of firewood and its unavailability.

My children suffered from a severe health problem. One of my children was infected with severe pneumonia and was placed in the intensive care unit for a long time. After that, my children suffered from hepatitis due to malnutrition, and I was unable to treat them due to the high prices.

A year of war has passed and winter has returned with rain, wind and severe cold. We do not have any winter clothes or blankets to keep my children warm, and I cannot buy them because of the high prices. The tent has become worn out from the sun and has begun to tear, and I cannot buy new tents to protect my children from the cold.

That's why I'm begging you to share my story and post the link to help my children stay alive.

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LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!