i have made a decision to revamp somethings on tumblr. so i tend to post more things about gaza and palestine on this blog and while im a fangirl and i would like to post about fangirl things, i don't want those things to block out the gaza posts once coming back.
so i decided to make this blog the gaza-centered blog where i post and reblog pleas and campaigns i get through dms and comment sections.
angelwrts will still be my writing blog and im gonna make a blog for my fangirl things! i hope y'all will still support this blog because this one is the one that needs the most attention. thank you.
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
I'm Bilal. I suffered a severe injury in the war, resulting in the loss of my eye and a large part of my intestines. More than 18 cm of my intestines were severed. My home and workplace were destroyed, and I'm now unable to support myself due to the injury. I'm completely helpless. I'm not asking for much; we're living a living hell. The bombing never stops, and the suffering never ceases.
We live in a dilapidated tent, and my tent has been bombed several times. Now my children have scabies due to the lack of hygiene and the sand.
I'm just trying to care for my children and provide them with the bare necessities. Please, if you can't donate, you can share and talk about my suffering.
I am Jaafar, living in Gaza, and I have created a fundraising campaign to help my family cover the costs of living amid the difficult humanitarian conditions we are facing, the high prices, and the severe shortage of basic necessities. We have completely lost our home, and all the houses in our area were destroyed. Our area has now become part of what is known as the “Yellow Line.” Today, we are living in a tent in the middle of Gaza that does not protect us from the extreme summer heat or the cold of winter.
We lost everything we owned inside our home, and we have nothing left. We are trying to rebuild our lives from zero, but this is beyond our ability under these harsh circumstances. I kindly ask you, if you are able, to help me with any amount, no matter how small. Every contribution makes a real difference in my family’s life and helps us provide food and basic necessities.
I also ask you to support my fundraising campaign, because having some donations encourages others to contribute as well. My circle of contacts is limited, and I cannot reach a large number of people, so please do not only share the link if you are able to donate, even with a small amount. A small donation from you can mean a lot to my family and can make a real difference in our lives.
Hello friends, my name is Sarah Bates and I am setting up fundraiser for my friend Jaafar. It has been a honor getting to know him and his f
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and compassion. ❤️
I am raising funds for Yesmin, a 27 year old mother from Gaza and a victim of the ongoing genocide. Here are her own words:
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Hello friends, I am Yasmin from northern Gaza Strip. I am 27 years old, a mother of two children, Sila and Youssef, and I have been married for more than 7 years.
I was studying Journalism and Media at the University College, and I had both a home and a job. But because of the war, I lost my home, my work, and everything I owned.
My family’s house was also destroyed, and now we have nothing left except a worn-out tent whose torn walls cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter.
My husband is injured. He was involved in a traffic accident while trying to get aid, and he is now disabled and unable to work.
My children have suffered from malnutrition due to the lack of food and proper nutrition.
That is why I am only asking for your help and support. I am here trying to save what is left of my children’s lives. They are between life and death.
Please, try to support us and donate whatever you can.
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏
Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe Home for Their Baby
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
Hello everyone, I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, I'm 18 years old. I recently graduated from high school with a 93.9% average in the scienc
Hello everyone here 💙 I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, specifically from the south. I'm the youngest of my siblings and I'm striving to complete my education. I took my high school exams this year and excelled, achieving a 93.3 average. Now I'm aiming to study dentistry, but my family lost everything in the war, and we're now on the verge of a new life. I need to pay a university placement fee of over $200. However, I'm absolutely certain that there are people who can help me because of their immense humanity. My words may not be very expressive, but I desperately need help.
My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.
I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.
Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.
Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.
Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.
I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.
My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father
Hello everyone, I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, I'm 18 years old. I recently graduated from high school with a 93.9% average in the scienc
Hello everyone here 💙 I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, specifically from the south. I'm the youngest of my siblings and I'm striving to complete my education. I took my high school exams this year and excelled, achieving a 93.3 average. Now I'm aiming to study dentistry, but my family lost everything in the war, and we're now on the verge of a new life. I need to pay a university placement fee of over $200. However, I'm absolutely certain that there are people who can help me because of their immense humanity. My words may not be very expressive, but I desperately need help.
I record this message in the 21st century, specifically in the year 2025, fully aware and in sound mind. I hereby testify, confess, and declare that a criminal entity ruled by violent gangs has revived the horrors of Nazism, and has even surpassed them. For over 700 days, it has committed one of the greatest atrocities of our modern age, in a place called Gaza. They murdered our children before our men, our women before our youth. They destroyed homes, displaced families, and starved the innocent. And this brutal campaign has not stopped—not even as I speak these words. The world today counts more than 8.2 billion people, Yet not a single force has been able to stop the bloodshed, or protect the defenseless.
I call upon every free soul, every conscience still alive, Spread this message far and wide.
Speak up. Act.
Support my people. Support my family.
Let your silence not be another weapon used against us.
Silence is complicity.
Solidarity is a duty.
Donate to my family and my little boy, donation links below the post or by clicking here
Short video of 700 days of war
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I'm Bilal. I suffered a severe injury in the war, resulting in the loss of my eye and a large part of my intestines. More than 18 cm of my intestines were severed. My home and workplace were destroyed, and I'm now unable to support myself due to the injury. I'm completely helpless. I'm not asking for much; we're living a living hell. The bombing never stops, and the suffering never ceases.
We live in a dilapidated tent, and my tent has been bombed several times. Now my children have scabies due to the lack of hygiene and the sand.
I'm just trying to care for my children and provide them with the bare necessities. Please, if you can't donate, you can share and talk about my suffering.
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
Hello everyone, I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, I'm 18 years old. I recently graduated from high school with a 93.9% average in the scienc
Hello everyone here 💙 I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, specifically from the south. I'm the youngest of my siblings and I'm striving to complete my education. I took my high school exams this year and excelled, achieving a 93.3 average. Now I'm aiming to study dentistry, but my family lost everything in the war, and we're now on the verge of a new life. I need to pay a university placement fee of over $200. However, I'm absolutely certain that there are people who can help me because of their immense humanity. My words may not be very expressive, but I desperately need help.
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.
I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.
Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.
Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.
Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.
I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.
My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father
🌙 Ramadan Appeal: Help My Family Survive This Holy Month! 💔
Help my family to overcome our plight under the difficult cir… Michael Bushnell needs your support for Help Nada's family survive purposeful
Ramadan is a time of mercy and giving, but for my fragile family, it is a time of deep anxiety.
While many are preparing their tables for Iftar (breaking the fast) and Suhoor (pre-dawn meal), my family is struggling to find the bare minimum to keep us going. We are facing severe financial hardship, and the rising costs of living have left us unable to secure even the most basic food supplies.
Why We Are Reaching Out❗
My family is in a very fragile position. Due to We lost our main source of income, and my father is an elderly man unable to work. We rely primarily on your donations, we lack the means to provide even the simplest Iftar (break-fast) and Suhoor (pre-dawn meal).
Ramadan is a time when no one should have to fast out of necessity rather than faith. It is painful to watch my parents/siblings worry about hunger when they should be focusing on their prayers and spiritual connection.
We aren't asking for luxury just the dignity of a meal. Your support can help us buy: 🗨️
Basic staples: Rice, flour, and oil.
Nutritious essentials: Dates, vegetables, and protein for strength.
Peace of mind: Allowing my "fragile family" to breathe and observe this month without the crushing weight of food insecurity.
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Since the beginning of the war, I have lost my home and everything I owned. 🏚️💔 I have lived through days of hunger, fear, and displacement with my children, moving from one tent to another and seeking safety wherever we could find it. 😢⛺
During our displacement, a vehicle near our tent was targeted, causing severe injuries to me and my family. 💥💔 My injuries were the most critical. I was hit by shrapnel near my heart, as well as in my lungs, liver, and pelvis. 🩸
I spent several months in the hospital 🏥 and underwent multiple surgeries to remove fluid from around my heart and lungs, until I was finally able to breathe again without medical machines. 🙏
Today, I am still suffering from severe breathing difficulties, limited movement, and intense pain caused by the shrapnel inside my body. 😔 Some fragments cannot be removed because doing so could put my life at greater risk. 💔
I am humbly asking for your support 🤲 to help cover the costs of my surgeries, medical treatment, and ongoing hospital care. 💔🙏
My name is Um Ibrahim. I am 40 years old and a mother of three children. My children are: Ibrahim, 15 years old, Sham, 17 years old, Sabeel,
Please do not ignore my plea. 🙏
Help me and help my children get through this difficult time and find a chance to rebuild our lives. ❤️🩹
Even the smallest contribution can make a life-changing difference for us. 🌿
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who offers support, kindness, and compassion. ❤️🇵🇸
