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My name is Adham, I'm 20 years old, and I'm from Gaza City. I dreamed of a happy life, completing my studies, and getting a job, but the war turned this dream into something impossible 💔😭. We lived through this massacre in all its painful details, and we're still in pain 😔. We were very happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the southern Gaza Strip. After we fixed a small room in our destroyed house to live in and start over, unfortunately the war returned stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter and no source of income. We exhausted all our savings during the war. I know that I started my campaign very late, but that's because there is no other way to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and optimistic that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these difficult circumstances 😔.
I know that the feeling of starting from scratch is painful and frustrating, but I hope to receive any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
Even a small donation would have a great impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
Nah man you can’t do that to me
Eclipse reluctantly agrees to just sit with Earth as she knits.
Except it doesn’t go as they thought
it was going to be such a lovely day…
Give me your tears!
My name is Hejer, and I am from the Gaza Strip. Before the war, I lived with my family in relative stability despite the challenges surrounding us. I was studying Doctor of Pharmacy, and my three siblings were also university students. We all had big dreams and worked hard to achieve them. My father was the sole provider for our family, and despite our limited income, he managed to cover our education expenses and basic needs.
But on October 7th, our lives were turned upside down. We woke up to the sounds of bombings, destruction, and bloodshed filling our streets. There was no time to process what was happening; we were only searching for safety—but in Gaza, there was no safe place.
In the early days of the war, we lost access to basic necessities. Water was cut off, food became scarce, and our education, which we had worked so hard for, suddenly felt like a distant dream. My father, who had always provided for us, could no longer do so as he lost his source of income amid the chaos.
As the bombings intensified, we had no choice but to flee. We grabbed whatever little we could carry and left under the terrifying sounds of explosions and gunfire, walking with no clear destination—just searching for shelter. We moved from one place to another, from one house to a shelter, and then to tents that could not protect us from the cold of winter or the scorching summer heat.
We tried to hold on, but the conditions only worsened. There was no more education, no normal life—only fear and survival.
After months of displacement and suffering, we attempted to return to our home, only to find it completely destroyed. We no longer had a roof over our heads, no place to call home. The infrastructure was wiped out, water was inaccessible, electricity was nonexistent, and life as we knew it had disappeared.
Now, we are trying to survive amidst skyrocketing prices and extreme shortages. We do not have enough money to buy even the most basic necessities. I do not know if I will ever be able to continue my education, nor do I know how my siblings will complete theirs. I do not know how we will rebuild our lives in the middle of this devastation.
Today, we are searching for a glimmer of hope, a chance for a dignified life, a helping hand to lift us from this suffering. We do not ask for much—just the opportunity to live, to continue our education, to have a normal life like everyone else.
Please, do not abandon us in this pain. Do not deprive us of your support, for hope is the only thing we have left.
Help Mahmoud Walk Again – Urgent Medical Aid Needed from Gaza
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My name is Mahmoud, I’m 39 years old, and I live in Gaza.
I suffer from a complete ACL tear in my right knee. Since this injury, I’ve been living in constant pain 😢 without proper treatment or relief.
I can’t walk properly, I’ve lost my ability to work, and my daily life has become a struggle. I feel broken, helpless, and forgotten. 💔
🙏 I’m in pain every day.
🙏 I’m desperate.
🙏 I’m alone.
🙏 I’m asking for your mercy.
😭 Please don’t scroll past my pain.
🙏 I’m begging you.
🙏 Help me walk again.
🙏 Help me live again.
I don’t want to be forgotten.
The healthcare system in Gaza has collapsed. There are no resources for surgery, no physical therapy, and not even basic medications. I need to travel abroad to receive proper treatment—but I cannot do this on my own. 💔
$8,000 to $12,000 for travel and surgery ✈️💉
Over $15,000 in debt 💸 from trying to survive without being able to work
I have a young child who depends on me for his care. He needs milk, diapers, and special supplies every day, but I can barely afford these basic necessities due to my inability to work. My family and I are struggling to make ends meet. 💔
I’m truly at the end of my rope.
I cry in silence every night, praying for a miracle. 😢
Could you be that miracle? 🙏
Please don’t let this message fade away.
Your donation could be the reason I walk again.
Your share could be the reason someone else donates.
🙏 Please… help me. 🙏
To those who have already contributed, shared my story, or even just offered their thoughts and prayers: From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Your kindness means more than words can express. You are giving me hope, and for that, I am eternally grateful. 💖
Donation link: Help Mahmoud Travel So He Can Walk Again ✨
Thank you 🍉❤️
I HAVE A STUPID LIMIT ON LINKS BUT ALSO
When I saw this photo, I couldn’t help but think of Oliver Twist — the little boy begging for a little more food.
But this isn’t fiction. This is Gaza.
This little girl is real. Her hunger is real.
Just like the pain my son endures every day — he’s a wounded child, severely injured in an Israeli airstrike, and now trapped in this blockade with no medicine, no treatment, and barely enough food to survive.
I’m his mother, and I am begging — not for food, but for a chance to get him the urgent medical care he needs.
Please, help me save his life
So I’m crocheting Sun… here’s his head so far…(just need stuffing)
I was just listening to music and then all of a sudden I had the urge to draw SAMS characters as a species I made in 2021
(They’re called axeans btw)
✨A 17 year old autistic (diagnosed) furry that goes by she/they pronouns ✨
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