We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.
My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.
What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.
Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.
Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.
I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.
We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.
Sharing this story could be the difference between life and death for us.
If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. Weâre not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that weâre still here.
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Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.
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Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.
Thank you for your care and support, which gives us the strength to continue.
I am Reem, a Palestinian from Gaza ŰI am 50 years old, my husband passed away since I was not 23 years old at that time, leaving me with three children, the oldest of whom is Diana 5 years old, Issam 4 years old, and my youngest son Abdullah 10 months old, so I decided not to marry again and to devote my life to them, so I completed my education and worked as a teacher in a government school.
and raised my children until they grew up and got married and we remained until this moment in one house, supporting each other through the days in a family atmosphere and a house full of warmth and reassurance.
Until the war came and made us lose our home and the security we lived in,
as we were deported from the north of the Gaza Strip to the south, where there was no shelter except a dilapidated tent,
This is my daily struggle to light a fire and use it to prepare bread and cook food with the firewood and paper available to us in the absence of electricity and cooking gas
and I remained playing the role of father and mother until this moment and supporting my children and their children, as I also have three grandchildren.
But I regret to say that after more than a year of the ongoing war, I lost all the money I had saved and now we are in dire need of help in order to complete and provide the necessities of life, which have become competitive with the prices of gold here in the south of Gaza. We are suffering from a shortage of all the necessary necessities as there is no access to healthy food, clean water, shelter and medicine.
Every penny counts. Your support will make a huge difference in saving lives. I believe in the free world and your kind hearts.
Please donate and share this fundraising campaign. It will save lives
Hello everyone
I am Reem, a Palestinian from Gaza
My husband died in⊠Reem Al ajrami needs your support for Help Grandma Reem and her f
My family, my dear friends and everyone who knows me or not.
My name is Issam, I live in Gaza, and I'm 29 years old. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a reserved, quiet and reclusive person. I have always been an independent person and used to do everything myself for my family. So, I hope you understand that today it's difficult for me to talk about my personal issues and finally ask for help
I will tell you my story briefly, after I realized some of my dreams a short time ago by marrying my life partner and moving into my house, which we only stayed in for a few days until we were in the middle of the war, we fled to save ourselves and stay alive, we lost hope in life after all our dreams that we had dreamed of since childhood were shattered
One of our dreams was to settle in the house we built stone by stone and be happy like other couples, but we couldn't because of the war.
I used to work as a lawyer in several companies, I am unemployed, I lost my job, I have no source of income, and everything I saved I put in the house, the house was destroyed and I have nothing now.
This is a picture of me as a lawyer with the head of the Bar Association
My wife and I decided to start a fundraising campaign so that we can get some money to evacuate us after we lost everything, to rebuild our house that was destroyed by the occupation, and to get food, water and other necessities of life so that we can live first and then think about our future, which we don't know anything about.
Now, this is our house, which was destroyed by the occupation after my wife and I equipped it
The place where we live now is devoid of all the necessities of life, and we struggle with access to water, food, safety, and all the necessities needed to live.
I realize that we're all going through tough times, so anything that helps, whether it's your love and support, your donation, sharing my story, or sending love and prayers, it's all accepted and greatly appreciated, and I hope that anyone who is able to help me will help me and spread the link, because literally every dollar makes a difference.
Here is the link to the private fundraising campaign
I am Sahar, a Palestinian from Gaza.
After I had a beautiful life and my rosy d⊠Sarah El abbassi needs your support for Help Sahar and
one thing i didn't know about nader, who runs the account @abdalsalam1990 to promote the corresponding gofundme for his older brother abd al salam, is that his father currently has cancer. can you imagine being 17 years old, under siege with a one year-old niece suffering from malnutrition, and trying not to get murdered by israel like your cousin and uncle were, knowing that your father's cancer can't be treated because of how costly it is? i'm 29 and i know i can't imagine that. but for nader, this is real. this is his life.
he's doing his best to ask around for help. but he needs all the help he can get. as everyone should know by now, the costs of basic necessities in gaza have been inflated to an extreme degree. people like to imagine that in a crisis situation, supply and demand would no longer apply, capitalists would give resources away, and people would be cared for. that's simply not the reality. many people in gaza live in tents, but those who don't still pay exorbitant rents for bombed-out apartments. the cost of any food at all, even if it's rotten, is exorbitant. and cancer treatment is expensive. nader and his family have to deal with all of this while trying to save up what they can in hopes that the rafah crossing will re-open and they'll be able to evacuate.
all that said: how can you help nader? if you have a little money, you can donate. if you have a blog, you can spread this post and others about him. and if you have the time, you can go to nader's blog and talk to him directly and ask how you can help. he'll answer, and his english is pretty good.
**Humanitarian Support Request: Abdul Salam Al-Anqar**
⊠Ahmed Alanqar needs your support for Help Abd AL Salam and his family get th
@vampiricvenus @serial-unaliver @appsa @beserkerjewel @paper-mario-wiki @prisonhannibal @tamamita @postanagramgenerator @anneemay @schoolhater @ot3 @ankle-beez @spongebobssquarepants @spicymochi @sayruq @punkitt-is-here @90-ghost @irangp Please friends, re-share this post and I hope everyone who sees it will donate if they can and share it.
Hello everyone, Mohammed reached out to me and after talking for a little while he asked if I could make a post for his fundraiser on his behalf.
Mohammed and his wife Enas are parents to four young children, and all of them are trapped in Gaza. Their children are named Layan, Sara, Adam, and Amir. They desperately want to escape and need your help, either through sharing their fundraiser or donating, and are so very close to reaching their current goal!
They are verified by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi and are listed as #174 on the Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser List
They are currently at âŹ64,610 / âŹ70,000, that's 92% of the way to their goal! If enough people share this post and donate then that number could be reached in a matter of hours.
You can check out their fundraiser here and read more about their story here
Nothing can truly show you the reality of what's happening in Gaza, not a picture, not a video, and not even words. The truth is far worse than anything an image can capture. Families are not just enduring genocide, theyâre being erased. Their history, their homes, their existence, wiped away like they were never there.
Whatâs left behind? Bits and pieces. Fragments. A scrap of fabric here, a shattered memory there. People are still trapped beneath the rubble. Some are alive, their voices weak but desperate, pleading for help that will never come. Thereâs no rescue equipment. No teams to save them. And anyone brave enough to try is met with drones, striking down anyone who gets close.
Those whoâve managed to survive arenât just hungry, theyâre freezing. Imagine huddling in a makeshift tent, shaking not just from fear but from the biting cold that seeps into your bones. The wind tears through everything, ripping apart whatever tiny bit of warmth youâve managed to cling to. Inside the tent, thereâs no comfort. Only the sound of bodies rustling as they try to stay warm, muffled cries of grief, and the haunting sound of people buried beneath the rubble, their faint cries for help echoing in the dark.
The cold doesnât care. It doesnât spare anyoneânot children, not parents, not the elderly. It sinks into everyone, leaving them numb, both physically and emotionally. Hunger takes what little strength they have left, and the cold takes their hope. This isnât some tragic story from the pastâitâs happening right now. These are my people. This is my family.
A single line can hold the weight of an entire story, and a single choice can save a life. What if you skipped that extra coffee, brush pack, or subscription and put that money toward rescuing lives in Gaza ? One small sacrifice from you could provide food, warmth, or even survival to my family whoâve lost everything.
You might wonder, âDoes it really matter? Can I make a difference?â The answer is yes. Every dollar you give is a line of hope, a stand against the darkness. Donât let this story fade. Donât let Gaza disappear into silence.
Please help us and donate now if you can, and reblog this post to spread our story.
Vetted and shared by @90-ghost: Link.
Verified and shared by @el-shab-hussein: Link
Listed as number 282 in "The Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser Spreadsheet" compiled by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi : Link
Listed on the Butterfly Effect Project, number 957: Link
Additionally, Al Jazeera News has documented apart of my family's case: Link
If, for some reason, you couldn't donate via GoFundMe, you can donate via PayPal instead.
Donate on GoFundMe: Link
Donate on Paypal: Link
Please keep the conversion rates in mind when donating through GoFundMe. Every 250 SEK is equivalent to 25 dollars, and 506 SEK equals 50 dollars and so on.
Note: Thereâs even a raffle for a handmade Palestinian thob if you want to participate : Link
Haven't used this Tumblr in a thousand years because I was having a lot of trouble figuring out the layout and everything but since other websites are sucking the absolute life out of being an artist and making things not fun anymore, I think I might just come back and share some brainrot of things I like.
Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.
Stop:
Yelling at him in front of his friendsÂ
Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you donât like
Telling him he doesnât have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of youÂ
Telling him he canât hang out with friends because you donât like him
Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend
Forcing him to spend every moment with youÂ
Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws
Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake
Threatening to break up with him if he doesnât do what you want
Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want
Accusing him of cheating every time heâs not with you
Blow up is phone if he doesnât text you every five minutesÂ
Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love
Physically attacking him when ever you are mad
Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didnât want to
Invading his privacy by going through his phone
Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is
If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy.Â
Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.
Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive.Â
Being passive aggressive with him when he wants to spend time with friends or doing other thingsÂ
controlling when heâs able to go out with friends
Breaking up his friendships with other girls just because youâre insecure
Making him feel like his opinions in decisions that affect the both of you are irrelevant and donât matter
SENDING HIS NUMBER TO STRANGERS TO TEST IF HEâS LOYAL OR NOT
testing him in anyway in general without his knowledge or permission (example: catfishing! itâs manipulative and weird donât fucking do that)
taking money/credit cards without permission to spend on things without his knowledge ( had an ex friend do this constantly to her boyfriend and sheâd always condone it because âheâll get over itâ )
guilting him for hanging out with friends/family over you  and making him choose between you and friends/family
telling him âyou donât love me if you *insert harmless activity he wants to do here* â
being rude or mean to him in front of others to assert dominance or power over him
downloading apps to spy on his phone activity (yes, this is a thing ââregularââ people do) or snooping on his social media to see who heâs talking to
hitting him, slapping him, punching him, shoving him. literally how do people not understand slapping your male partner is bad. people tend to find this funny in media and society and its weird. KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR PARTNER WITHOUT PERMISSION.Â
I come from a family of very forward and manipulative women and i see it in media all the time. itâs fucked and people need to not be accepting of young girls acting like snot-nosed, abusive shit heads that think they can get away with manipulation and cruelty because they happen to be girls.
and let me add this. ABUSIVE TEEN GIRLFRIENDS TURN INTO ABUSIVE GROWN ASS WOMEN GIRLFRIENDS WHO TURN INTO ABUSIVE WIVES.
if you have an abusive teen or young adult gf right now fellas, leave. donât let her use you to get her shit right. youâll be so fucked up by the time she gets it together if she ever does and believe that most likely she wonât. Â
Im not ready for people wanting to fuck the grinch this yearâŠ.im not stromg enoughâŠcan yall be normal for five seconds so we can get through this year in peace.
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