I feel like whenever we read fanfics writers should put y/n and then magically tumblr adds a system where we put our names and the y/n would automatically turn into our names. This is just a yap but like think abt it
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a βNew Gaza.β
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
Whatβs happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a βnewβ city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isnβt peace. Itβs violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, itβs not just lives that are lost itβs evidence. Itβs memory. Itβs the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause Iβm distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people Iβm terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
π This is a verified Chuffed campaign to support family:
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Please Replog Or Donate For My Family and my cat πππ
I am reham, his condition, and all the families of Gaza are very difficult, they do not have the necessities of life, no medicine, no food, no health, no education, nothing but death and destruction I appeal to everyone who sees my campaign to stand by my family, Whether by donating or sharing the story with your friends to raise an amount that will help my family get out of Gaza safely ππ
I am a nurse at Nasser and Al-Khair Hospital in Khan Yunis I also used to work for Dentist K But at the present time, I have lost my job, which was a source of income for me and my family in the past, and now all I will have left is the donation link that I made in order to help my family, about thousands.But it takes time I hope to achieve the goal of my campaign.
I also want to do charitable work and spread the first aid course to children and women because we really need that urgently at the present time because of this war and genocide that we are exposed to.I lost my brother because of this war, and I really miss him. The loss is painful.
My mother is sick and needs treatment, and my little brother, whose name is Ali, suffered from jaundice due to the food contamination to which we were exposed. Your donation, I use it for my family and provide them with healthy food.
I have been afflicted with a great emptiness and depression because of his distance from me. I hope you pray for him too, may God have mercy on him. ππ₯Ίπ
Help them afford necessities like warm nutritional food, clean water, proper waterproof shelter, warm blankets, warm clothes, and firewood.
Your contribution of 25 dollars could help them greatly.
If you are able, please donate 25 dollars or more. During this new year, let's all try to be generous and give what we can.
If you can afford to buy a coffee, you can donate.
If 1000 people donated only a dollar each, it could help them greatly towards affording a meal or shelter today. Imagine what good that money could do! You could turn a donation of a dollar into a donation of a thousand dollars just by contributing!
Your donations could be lifesaving.
If you genuinely are unable to donate, share his posts with someone who can donate and help them.
We need to spread his posts to as many people as we can to get as much help as possible.
Make a post to raise awareness about their situation and share their story so more people can see and help.
Do what you can from where you are.
Let's all make 2026 a year of hope, giving, empathy, and compassion.
Save Walid's family and his pregnant wife after the truce came into effect... from the hellish situation in Gaza
Hi, I was born from nothingness in Gaza and I am trying to connect with people who will help me publish my story on Tumblr.π
I am Engineer Walid Al-Qatrawi. I am 34 years old. Father of Adam, Hala and Nay. I have been living in the Gaza Strip since I was born.
After entering heaven to start implementing this morning .. Participating in rebuilding our lives as before with all the components of a wonderful life,, and at that time a partial dose was born in Gaza .. And of course with the lack of components and the loss of the lives of a large part of the milk hospitals .. And because of the danger of the operation because of that I hope to help me publish my story and support even by participating with a short call or through a comment or support even a little.
With the arrival of winter, rain, and bitter cold, my children in the tents face even greater difficulties π
Thank you from my heart
As the date of birth approaches, we find ourselves struggling to cover the costs of the cesarean section, in addition to the basic medical and health needs of my wife.
With no income and the enormous challenges we face daily, we reach out to our community for support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in helping us welcome our daughter into the world safely.
You can donate through the following links: β€οΈβ€οΈ
PayPal link :
Go to paypal.me/waledfamily and type in the amount. Since itβs PayPal, it's easy and secure. Donβt have a PayPal account? No worries.
My campaign has been verified by:
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Verified by: @gaza-evacuation-funds
Please if you can't donate.. help me with a reblog or like and thank you from the bottom of my heart.π
Please donate if you have the means to at all, no matter what it is that you can contribute it will make an impact and is absolutely worth giving, and reblog this post using tags so it can be seen more people and donations can keep coming in!
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing β bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life βnot a child of war.
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A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
Sheβs learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things β as if she doesnβt see the destruction around her.
She doesnβt know the word βloss.β
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in β whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says βmama,β everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls β but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
Iβm not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on β to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
Β A Motherβs Message
To everyone reading this β thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation β it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again β
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
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