The war is back again and the occupation army has returned to Rafah, destroying what remains of it. They killed the journalists who transmit the news, and Rafah became alone. We fled from death to an area they said was safe, but it was not. Their missiles pursued us, killing and burning a pregnant woman and her two children in her tent. The children wake up terrified. We cannot move at night because of the large number of planes stationed above us, killing everyone who moves without reason. They closed all the crossings. We can barely find food and a drink of clean water. My children, instead of thinking about toys and sweets, have started thinking about death and missiles. We all sleep in one place. Our greatest dream has become to die together so that we do not regret each other, and we wake up every morning hoping that the conscience of the world and humanity will awaken. Help us, do not leave us alone. Donate to us, publish and write about us. Your donation and support demonstrates your humanity and your belief that we deserve life. A small amount gives us new hope.๐๐๐ญ๐ฅบ๐๐๐๐ต๐ธ
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Another fundraiser which is in urgent need of your support is that of Hazem Albardawil. The affects of the war on his life have been devastating.
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In one horrible, traumatic day in October 2023, Hazem lost everything. He had a pregnant wife and two beautiful sons, Imad and Jad (photographed above), and when Israel bombed their home, they were martyred and he survived but with severe injuries and lasting emotional trauma.
This war has completely devastated the life of this man, and all he wants is to be able to get treatment for his injuries, survive this horrific genocide, and carry on his life in spite of these cruel circumstances that he's been placed in.
He is raising ยฃ20,000 but he has less than ยฃ500 as of the time I am writing this post. Any help you can give him will go to saving his life.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.
I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.
I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.
I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.
I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.
Mild spoilers under the cut!
*Grips that fucking eel* Jade Club card had better come home I never have any luck with pulling him ๐น
Images: Ahmed Aldani, a chronically ill teenager from Gaza, is trying to raise money to evacuate and receive medical treatment abroad.
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Story written by @rumiandroses
Image: Ahmed recently reached out to us with an update on his condition.
Images: The development of Ahmed's hair and teeth were impacted by white phosphorus that his mother accidentally inhaled after an occupation attack near the family home in 2008.
๐ฅ Cry for Salvation: Salem and His Family in the Heart of Hell ๐๐๐๐ต๐ธ
I am Salem, 27 years old, from Gaza. My life used to be simple, full of hope and ambition. After graduating from university, I dreamed of becoming an electrical engineer, but harsh circumstances forced me to migrate before the war broke out. ๐๏ธ My dreams were shattered under the fire of bombardment, and now I live far from my family, in a camp on the shores of Greece, facing darkness from every side. ๐๏ธ
After graduation, I faced a harsh reality: the lack of job opportunities pushed me to find any way to earn a living, so I was forced to work in a sanitary ware factory. ๐ญ This job was far from my dream, but I had to support my family. However, in a tragic moment, I suffered a severe injury to my leg, leaving me 85% disabled, and robbing me of the ability to work and provide for my family.
My family, whom I left behind, is now living a daily nightmare. After being displaced from northern Gaza, they were crowded into a school ๐ซ turned into a shelter for the displaced, where five families are crammed into one classroom, after our home was completely destroyed under heavy bombing. No privacy, no hope, and with every passing moment, tension and fear grow. ๐๏ธ
My mother, who suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure ๐, endures without treatment, and my father, who was once our support, has become immobile, unable to move. Whenever I speak to them, I see despair in their eyes, as if they are waiting for a tragic end.
I am here asking for your help, as I am unable to save them on my own. I migrated in search of treatment for myself and to help my family improve their circumstances, but the road remains difficult.
The goal of this campaign is to help them migrate from this nightmare to a place that offers them safety and dignity. ๐ต๐ธ
Don't wait for tomorrow. Donate now, because every passing second adds to their suffering. You are the hope that can save my family. ๐จ Every dirham, every dinar, every dollar means the difference between life and death.
Be the light in the darkness, donate now, and give my family a chance to live with dignity once again. ๐๏ธ๐
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Children are living the most difficult times in this difficult environment. Please support, participate and donate.๐๐ญ
a photo taken for my sister wh has been suffering lots of chronic disease, specifically Spinal Muscular Atrophy ( SMA).
please help my family move to safety and peace till these black days end.
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Hello:
I am Muhammad Shehab from Gaza๐. I support a family of 6 people. My sick mother and father, my wife Hiyam, and my sons (Zain and Yahya). I have a gofundme campaign that I created to treat my mother and father, protect my family, and get them out of the danger of the war on Gaza๐. We live in very difficult circumstances Help me we are still very far from the goal. I hope everyone will donate even a little. I am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I achieve my goal and save my family from the danger of war. Share my story. Pin my story to your page. Everything helps. Can you share some of my posts from time to time? Maybe the internet will be cut off in my area. Thank you
iam Leen from Palestine, Gaza, and I need help to get out of the war. We have a war of death and hunger for the sake of my children
โRelly Need Your Help To Evacuate Them To A Safe Plece As Soon As Possible Outside Gaza
It is not easy for me to ask for help, but I lost everything. Do not hesitate to help me. $15 or $10. A little helps
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