Every day I see him getting weaker, and we still cannot provide the treatment he needs.
In addition to the catastrophic conditions my family is living in, everything feels even harder.
I am his son, and I feel helpless watching him suffer like this.
Help my father. Help my family. Share this.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
Powitajmy moją (starą) nową hiperfiksację, w postaci nawrotu lektury szkolnej. Lektury, której większość osób z mojej byłej klasy była przeciwnikami.
Ja natomiast - z nie do końca zrozumiałych dla mnie powodów, pokochałam ją natychmiast. Tym bardziej pomógł mi w tym audiobook, autora którego narracja i zdolności wokalne jedynie tę miłość podbudował.
Dla sprecyzowania : po lewej mamy Józia, a po prawej Miętusa ( wyposażyłam go w wąsy, bo przecież jest wrogiem systemu i ,,gęby" ). No i tradycyjnie - #miętusxwalek .
Jeśli macie jakieś requesty z ,,Ferdydurke", to dajcie znać 😏💗
i do not “do worldbuilding”, I do not “draw my ocs”. I make up fake scenarios about them to CORNY GACHA MUSIC and if there are plot holes I KILL MYSELF.
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
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Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
All we wish for is that my grandmother can live, that we can feel warmth like the rest of the world, and that my child can grow up with food, baby milk, and diapers.
🫂My friends, thank you for standing by me over the past year and a half.❤️
🔴But my grandmother needs you — her treatment is expensive, and we have no income to cover all of this.💔🙏
My child needs you, my friends. 😢💔
Because I suffer from anemia, I am unable to breastfeed him.
He urgently needs formula milk, diapers, nutritional supplements, and vitamin D.
Unfortunately, the prices are extremely high. 💔🍼
🔴Due to the lack of support, we are forced to reduce our meals to just one a day, which may not be nutritious—only to ease our hunger, so we can provide whatever food and medicine we can for my grandmother and my child. 💔😢😢😢
🙏Help me protect them — your support means everything to us and helps keep a family of 10 people alive.🙏🙏🙏💔
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Guys, the situation in Gaza is getting worse day after day. Heavy bombardment resumed today everywhere, as if the war has started all over again. We are living in harsh tent conditions, facing freezing cold, violent winds, and heavy rain, with no access to even the most basic necessities of life.
On top of all this, my father is seriously ill, and his health condition is deteriorating day by day, while proper hospitals and medications are unavailable.
Life has truly become a living hell beyond human endurance. We have reached a point where we wish for death instead of this hell we are forced to live through every single moment.
I know I am asking a lot, but I am placing my hope in your humanity to extend a helping hand to my family. We are in desperate need of your support.
Please, donate to help my family survive.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi)
People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.
It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.
During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.
My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.
312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!
Here is the donation link for my family’s emergency fund:
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