maybe it's enough.
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.
And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.
Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.
Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.
And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.
And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.
The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.
The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.
The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.
Two brothers despair upon damp grass, and the beating sun against the blue canvas, the older cradles the younger in his arms, who happens to look lifeless in his hold, such a sunny day for such a bloody sight, the world never did halt for them, not when they needed it to, not when they wanted it to. Crimson pools beneath their knees, and the older brother screams his voice hoarse, he sobs out "Please...please come back... I'msorryI'msorryI'msofuckingsorryI'MSORRY!"
No matter how loud he yells, his little brother wouldn't say a word, still limp in his destructive hands, still not the bright sun he was just moments before. The cost of his competitive nature has caught up to him twice, he prays to at least his mother that there will never be a thrice (and he throws in a fleeing wish that if his little kid brother doesn't make it, she would take care of him, she certainly could better than he could have ever done.)
It has forced him to pay the price, and the price came in the form of the second possible death he has caused, out of the very few deaths he has been the cause of, why only his right-hand men? Long overdue apologies fall on unhearing ears, he wishes he did not have the cowardice he had.
Now the sun has burnt out.
All my friends are...falling in love,
and they can't seem to get enough
or they lose everything else,
for their blind love
(you fall too fast, too hard, too soon, too blindly, and all you'd be left with is pieces,
And I am the bystander that can't help but help pick up the shards.)
I am Jaafar from the besieged northern Gaza Strip, I am 24 years old. I had many dreams and ambitions, but because of the war I lost everything. I lost my dreams, my university and my job. I have nothing left. My family and I live in danger of death every day and every night. I have lost many of my friends, but I still have some hope of rebuilding my life and dreams. So please help me rebuild my life. If you cannot doate, you can convey my voice and my suffering. 💔🥹
https://gofund.me/e82fb539
He was kind.
Where he would tire and submerge himself in mire
Where he almost rots,
You'd think it's something not to admire,
but apparently not,
he sinks in the marsh
and feeds himself to the land he loves so much,
with a smile on his face, white hair hidden under
blacks hats,
and no one bats an eye,
when he slips
no one sees
and when he sinks further into the earth,
no one sees
the soot eats he,
and when he is gone,
no funeral is held for the wayward son.
(And he was kind.)
Hello. Khawla and their family need your help! They need to feed their child, Ghazal but the cost of milk is high. She also is suffering from an injury which also is a costly problem. YOU can come to this girl’s aid by going to their go fund me right here:
Please donate and share this link! This is very urgent because they’re currently living in very poor circumstances.
Ahmed from @ahmedaldanis and @ahmedaldanigg is only 14 YEARS OLD and needs to raise money for evacuation as well as dental treatment.
The current amount raised is:
Not even 1/10.
I will post updates when i can.
Reminder that I can draw for you if you donate: x
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🚨 A Distress Call From Gaza 🚨
Hello dear, I hope you are well. I am Mumen from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸 I am asking for your help 🙏🙏 The situation here is catastrophic. We are displaced in a tent after losing everything 😔🥺 Please help me save the lives of my family and my little siblings who could not bear it anymore. Stand by them and donate. Every donation will give them hope to survive 🙏💔
GoFoundMe Donation Link
https://gofund.me/f3c977b8
PayPal Donation Link
https://www.paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=LZADENS8WU2SA
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