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child: *is passionate about absolutely anything*
parent: gotta insult it
child: *becomes ashamed and embarrassed about the things they’re passionate about and doesn’t share their interests in fear of getting insulted about it*
parent: why aren’t you interested in anything? why don’t tell us anything anymore?
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I don't know how to explain what my family and I are going through.
Each day feels heavier than the one before.
We live in constant fear — not knowing when our turn will come, not knowing if we'll sleep tonight or vanish without warning.
My father is bedridden, with no access to medicine or care.
My mother is exhausted, and I carry the weight of it all in silence.
We no longer dream — we just try to make it through the day.
Most days, we barely manage a half-meal.
The help we get is small, but it’s what keeps us going.
Even the smallest donation has meant food, or a moment of relief, or a reason to keep going.
I never wanted to write something like this.
But I’ve reached a point where there’s simply nowhere else to turn.
I’m asking for your help because survival is now a daily battle.
If you're reading this, please don't scroll past.
We're not asking for comfort or luxury…
We're asking for a chance to live.
💔 Any amount, no matter how small, could mean the difference between hunger and a full stomach.
🙏 Don’t just read or share — if you can, please help.
Dear Esteemed Donors, My name is Ahmad , and I am a 14-year-old resident of Khan Yo… Ahmad W needs your support for Help Gaza Families Secu
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(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).
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‼️PLEASE DON’T IGNORE THIS – A FAMILY NEEDS YOU NOW ‼️🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏
This was our home… now it’s gone
We have collected $20,477raised of $40,000 !🇵🇸
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Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!
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Hello everyone, We are the Anas family, a fam… ANAS MOHESEN needs your support for ANAS family from Gaza,Help Us Rebuild Wha
save family lost their home ,dreams and everything in Gaza 💔💔
This is my home before the war and after the war how it became💔💔💔
Before: After:
Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life in Gaza. Our home in Shujaiya wasn’t big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and comfort. We had our own land — a small garden where we planted vegetables, a roof where we sat on warm evenings drinking tea, laughing as a family. Our kids went to school every day with joy, dreaming about their future. We had work. We had neighbors we trusted. We had routines, family dinners, birthdays, laughter. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.
The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind — not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to Rimal, hoping to be safer. That’s where we heard the news: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Just like that — gone. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.
After that, we kept running. From Rimal to Al-Zawaida. Then to Rafah. We’ve been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us, but more pain. We sleep on floors. Sometimes there’s no roof. Sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, no toilets, no privacy. We wait hours just to get a piece of bread. We lost our jobs, our income. We lost our safety, our dignity. We live in fear every day — fear of the next bomb, the next loss.
We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.
We are the Anas family — like many families in Gaza — ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.
It’s hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we sleep under a real roof again. Could help us buy medicine, food, or clean water. Could bring back a little dignity to our lives. If you cannot donate, please share this story. You might reach someone who can.
This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we’re still living through it.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
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Please, we are in dire need of you and your support. If you cannot donate, you can share☹️❤️🥹
Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!
You can donate through any of the following link:
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Cherif Douamba by Julien Martinez Leclerc for Tom Ford F/W 21 Menswear Lookbook
you literally aren’t old in your twenties idk who decided that but it’s bullshit. youre not even an adult until youre 18, what, do you have a 4-5 year window to (legally) do shit you couldn’t even do before and then you’re old and running out of time? you’re supposed to get your the tattoos and be done going to clubs or using tinder by the age of 25? that’s insane. you like just started
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
