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I am the child Rana, I live in northern Gaza

My family and I live in constant hunger and fear.

We lost our jobs, our friends, everything because of the war.

You can save my life and my family's life by

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50 days The border crossings are closed for 50 days, and no humanitarian aid has entered Gaza. 50 days of siege imposed from all directions and Israel's return to the war of genocide

Yesterday, the planes bombed a charity kitchen that provided food to the displaced, killing innocent people who were innocent for the sake of a living. I'm afraid to go get food and not come back, but I have to because there is no shelter or food

Please share and donate if you can, I need kind hearts Thank you for your kind heart and wonderful feelings.

When gas disappears… we invent fire.

In Gaza, where war stole everything from us — even our gas cylinders — we refused to freeze or give up.

With nothing but scrap metal, old car oil, and computer fans, people here built handmade burners to cook, boil water, and survive.

We turned trash into life. We turned despair into invention. This is how we fight for existence every single day.

We don't just survive — we create.🔥🛠️💔

Reblog. Raise awareness. Let the world see our resilience.

As for me… I’m Kareman, a mother in Gaza.

I’m doing my best to protect and care for my son, Hammoud, in the middle of this war.

Thanks to a kind friend’s donation, I was able to bring a little light into my child’s life — food, warmth, and a smile.

The photo below is my son smiling next to the food we managed to buy.

That smile is a rare treasure in the middle of fear, displacement, and hunger.😭🫶❤️

If you’re reading this, please… don’t let this be the last smile I see on his face.🙏

Support us — donation link is in my bio.

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Your kindness makes hope possible.

From a mother who is still trying

Sweet Nothing

I stay in your cold embrace,

Arms right around me meant as a blanket, a home

But all it feels is like rope, tying my hands to my sides,

leaving aching skin and red

complaints behind,

And neither of us is happy,

I'm not happy so you're not happy

And you try to satiate me,

Pressing a face against me,

whispered sweet nothings mean nothing

To someone who is feeling numb,

To someone who lost love for who initiated this hug,

Sweet nothings are sweet,

But bite the tongue that eats and it bleeds,

Bitter iron spilling, you only wipe away the leak,

The corner of my lips betray me,

As I try on a smile like I would a new dress,

I don't like this one, it doesn't suit me

Live your lies like a little movie,

Love your regretted loathing like a drug,

I guess we'd just be both at fault here,

Both at fault yet no one stops,

The yelling becomes white noise

In this bleak and burdened union,

We're only wearing rusted rings, not diamonds but obsidian.

You kiss me goodnight, I say 'I love you' like one would say 'good riddance'

Your words candied words that I grind between my teeth,

Tearing to dust like a personal grudge,

And while I do that, in your arms I watch from afar,

you are mourning me like a lost love.

But I am still here, breathing and screaming

Too alive for someone who's discontent,

Too dead to be someone who once loved you,

We are both lonely, so no one wants to let go,

But what's the point of keeping company

If the other wants to let go?

And a friend once told me

Wise and weeping,

that sweet nothings mean nothing,

to someone who's fallen out of love.

Can you imagine being stripped of safety at the happiest moment of your life? I’m Suad, a young mother from Gaza, where I gave birth to my son Khaled amidst the chaos of w@r.

When I first heard his cries, I felt indescribable joy, but soon I was overwhelmed with fear. How would I protect him from the hor/rors surrounding us? Each day presents a new challenge from food and water shortages to a lack of medical care.

My family and I have faced repeated displ@cements, searching for a safe haven away from the bomb@rdments. I struggle daily to provide Khaled with his basic needs while our health deteriorates under these harsh conditions.

I urgently need your support to secure shelter and medical care for Khaled. You can be part of our story, as every bit of help makes a real difference.

If you can share my story or offer support, I would be forever grateful. Hope exists, but we need you to help us achieve it. Thank you for your understanding and big hearts.

Please share my story; it might reach someone who can offer support. If you’re unable to donate, sharing my story would mean so much. You can spread the link across your social media and reblog my pinned post. Additionally, sharing my account can help others follow our updates and support us.

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I’ve been verified by Nabulsi, El-Shab Hussien, and NorthGazaUpdate, 90-ghost, and I’m listed on the vetted list on 279 line.

- Our story began with the birth of my son Khaled amid difficult circumstances; the joy was tinged with fear due to the surrounding situation. Link1 Link2 Link3

- Khaled fell seriously ill, and we had to take him to the hospital. These moments were filled with tension due to the lack of medical services and difficulty accessing them. Link1 Link2

-We experienced multiple displacements due to the surrounding dangers, facing daily threats to our lives and being forced to keep moving. Link1

-Khaled's health deteriorated significantly, and he required daily nebulization sessions to alleviate his condition, but power outages prevented us from providing the necessary treatment. Link1

-With the deteriorating conditions, we are suffering from significant financial pressures due to rising prices and a lack of resources, making it exhausting to meet our basic needs. Link1

I have come to realize that I can’t face these conditions alone. Every bit of support, whether through sharing my story or posting these updates, means so much to my family and me. I kindly ask you to help spread my story, as everyone who reads it may be a bridge to the support we desperately need.

Thank you for your understanding and your big hearts

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS FOR HOUSING

Me and two friends need to raise $5000 by Monday 02.24.2025 for a deposit and we are missing $600, I offer digital art commissions for very flexible price and sell my prints and other Fandom merch on my Etsy and Bigcartel but if you can only spare a few dollars please donate directly on cash app or PayPal at ailexxichan@gmail.com. Without it they will be unhoused indefinitely. I will keep everyone updated and thank you for sharing this post

My Heart, I Am The Soul

My darling, my darling

You are my darling,

My heart in it's true form,

With every color of gold and blue

Oh so vibrant blue,

In my arms would be my sun,

That shines brighter than anyone,

Any star in the sky could never compare,

My sunshine, you make me laugh the sound of a thousand wind chimes.

My darling, my darling,

You're an idiot, you know that?

You're mistakes make me crack up so much

And my composure falls through like sand

While I'm with you,

My sunshine, my heart,

Will you stay by me at my lowest?

When my voice echoes louder in this cave of

lost loves,

In this cave where we could never call home,

In this cave where the cold clings to my coat like an unwelcome guest,

Where I hurt you farther than I would like,

Where I lost myself in the dark,

Not even your light could pull me out,

You were so young, you never were meant to keep me sane,

It was never your responsibility to keep my heart intact,

After all, you are the heart of our home,

I am it's soul,

And so you are my heart,

If you are my heart, why do cracks line your face

Like a frantic, manic artist, trying to make pace?

I am not to be kept in your life, am I?

I don't truly deserve your forgiveness,

But knowing you,

You'll give it to me anyway,

And with that, I cry.

Thinking of just making this a creativity dump account with fake blog RP entries of my characters or any characters I get inspiration for, possibly also art, all I know is that this will be a messy blog

# free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am a mother from Gaza, living in harsh conditions due to the continuous shelling and powerful explosions. I have been forced to move from one place to another with my little daughter, Tia, who was born amidst this war. I need your help to buy a tent and supplies for her so we can be in a safe place. Please consider donating to support us in this difficult time. Help Tia; she deserves a better life. Thank you to everyone who offers their assistance! ❤️ #Gaza #ChildAid

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇

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