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I want you to stop whatever you're doing right now. Stop it. This is important. I want to ask you something. Do you want palestinians to die? I assume, I hope you do not. If so, you must help. You have to help, because words, reblogs, likes, are worth very little to them. You cannot help them without taking actual, material action. Israel wants to kill Palestinans, and they will if they are not stopped, you must fight this.
Please, everyone, I'm trying to save my father. We need anything to help him survive. Here in Gaza, the most serious problems we face are severe malnutrition and widespread disease. He's getting weaker every day, and we have nothing to help him with. There's no proper food, no medicine, nothing. Now you can help him survive. Even the simplest support could make a difference. It might be the only reason he's still alive. Please donate.
Nader's father needs pain relief. Donate what you can. This is campaign number 4 on the @gazavetters account. I personally assure you that your donations will go directly to Nader, his family, and his ailing father.
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This is not a passing phrase or a trick to catch attention, but a final plea not to scroll past us as you would any other post. We are still trapped in Gaza, living between death that hunts us, cold that pierces the tents, hunger that exhausts our bodies, and a future that is erased a little more every day.
You say you are tired of the news, and we are tired of staying alive without a life. You say you cannot do anything, but the cruelest thing is to do nothing at all to keep scrolling as if our suffering were just content. Our children do not know what “ignoring” means; they only know shivering at night, crying from hunger, and fear that never sleeps.
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I've been appealing to you for 30 days now… Every day I write and ask for just one thing: a tent to protect my family from the rain and cold. But sadly, no one has responded… no one has heard our plea.
Today, what I feared has actually happened. The torrent of rain entered our tent and swept everything away. Our bedding, our meager food, and everything we owned disappeared into the water. My family is now homeless and penniless.
My father collapsed today from sheer despair and frustration… because he sees his family drowning before his eyes and is powerless to do anything. I have an amputated leg and cannot work or protect my family properly, yet I still cry out for help. My campaign is documented, my story is real, and our suffering is clear… but why are we still alone? We are not asking for the impossible… just a tent to protect us from the rain and a little food to survive. If you cannot donate, at least share my story. Perhaps it will reach someone with a compassionate heart. Don't let us drown again.
Help Ahmed Nasr Walk Again: A Urgent Call for Support My name is Ahmed Nasr, a young man… Ahmed Nasr needs your support for Support me so I
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i would have to think about it for a bit, but could answer after some reflection
no, but i could narrow it down to a few, like a top 3, 5 or 10
no, i love too many characters and can't pick between/don't rank them like that
i'm bald/i hate fictional characters/my favorite character is vanilla extract
genuinely very curious about this, would love to get reblogs so i can get a larger sample size
Couple things.
Yes. i really am suffering from organ failure, which is becoming cascading, which is going to kill me.
yes, i was disowned by my family for being a tranny.
i have been alone for a decade, and for the last five years i have been trying and failing to make at least one friend, who will care enough to help me not die after life saving surgery i need.
if i don’t find one soon.
i die.
so before you give me any shit. remember something,
i am a terrified woman trying not to die.
but who will die soon, if everyone keeps being a cunt about her freaking out because she is alone and terrified that she is dying.
So. 5 years ago i was told that if i don’t have my gallbladder removed … Quin Decim needs your support for I will die without help. LITE
I was supposed to give a speech to over a thousand people today at a labor rally, but the rally was planned mostly around white union organizers who have not been to ICE recently or maybe ever. I say this because they planned this as follows: a Rally, with a march to ICE, followed by a second half of a Rally, the second half of which was to include my speech, which seemingly was the only speech to include a Salvadoran migrant speaker.
I was not originally invited to speak, but heard last minute that someone else had fallen ill and was giving up their slot, and begged white organizers through the grape vine to let me speak as a Salvadoran migrant and union steward who came to the US at age 7.
I have long been soured of going to so many rallies and felt alienated that they were allegedly for or about my people, but that no one had thought people /like/ me exist - we are still here! There are migrants in your work spaces and neighborhoods and organizations, we have stories and labor songs and speeches to share, we are marxists and labor organizers and have reasons to speak out too.
But seldom if ever do you hear our music or faces or voices near the banners. Instead of Tigres Del Norte we heard Bella Ciao, and none of the singers knew the Italian words or bothered to even translate them, so they sang nanananananana, instead of the powerful lyrics that maybe meant something once to someone somewhere. Instead of Somos Más Americanos we heard Don’t Worry, Be Happy.
Instead of a Salvadoran woman who wanted to speak to the American union workers about the Banana workers unions, we heard from a dozen white people about democracy, and justice, and the constitution, and no one was warned about what would happen if they marched down the street from the park to the ICE facility. They fully expected everyone to come back and complete the second half of the rally.
Instead, marchers with their dogs and children were tear-gassed to hell and back the second they dared get close to the facility, maybe at best 1/3rd of the marchers returned while the rest were bottlenecked towards ICE. There was little to no water to treat the untrained protestors. I returned to the rally quickly realizing I could not get caught up at ICE, knowing who I am and what awaits me.
When I got back a chorus of smiling white faces sang a silly song like a Christmas carol with their heads bobbling, reading the lyrics from some handed out papers. White people with upside down flags cheered. Then a black woman in overalls abruptly got on the mic and said “Well thank you everyone but we have to close the program early because people are getting tear-gassed, please get home to safety righty away,” - and I swore I couldn’t believe my ears.
They had brought us all here, marched all these people down to the ICE facility, and expected us all to march back without encountering teargas? And then when some people had made it back they had them sing a little jingle but turned the one migrant away? I begged them to let me speak for the three minutes I had allotted, noting that I had put myself in serious danger to come out here today. That I needed to be heard just this once, and that all the white people had their fair turn to say many unrelated things, and to sing many unrelated songs.
She said, “you don’t understand, there are children down here,” and I had to say “you don’t understand, there are children in the camps.”
And she tried again, “yes but the gas is spreading,” and I said “yes we have been down here being gassed for six months, don’t you understand?”
She blinked twice and told me they just had to break down. I watched from the sidelines as they continued to blare Caribbean Blue and smooth jazz while people filtered out, stood around talking, chatting - finally I said, “please let me speak, you still have speakers going, it’s been 20 minutes,” and the DJ, a white elderly man in a sweater vest who had a strict “only the classics” policy that seems to actually mean “no hip hop and no curse words,” - barked at me that he had to break down and to help him take down his canopy. I am no maid, so I did not listen. He then turned to my comrades and told them to take his canopy down, which they did not. Then turned to his two other labor organizers who were not paying attention, and they took a leg of the canopy and moved it somewhere without breaking it down.
And one looked at me and said quietly, “it’s okay, take that bullhorn no one will notice,” and we took it and ran.
And we ran to a firetruck which I climbed, and I gave the speech, which was in fact more than 3 minutes, sorry not sorry, to a crowd of workers who were slowly pouring out from the ice facility, some stopping, some going, some who heard me, some who didn’t. And I gave it there and it was the only speech most of these people will ever hear from a migrant in all of this, and I think that is tragic. But I firmly believe that had I not given it, had I not climbed the truck, had I not taken the mic, some people would have never heard this story at all. And I think very much you should hear it. And I hope you will share it, if you have the chance. And I hope I get to tell it again, someday, to people who actually listen, to the masses who came to actually support immigrants, and not just to the dredges after they’ve been gassed and are running for shelter while I’m coughing myself.
This is what I had to say.
Transcribed for accessibility + added links for context, but please still watch/listen to the speech if possible. A live speech really resonates. Begin transcription.
Olivia: I came to the United States when I was 7 years old. And I became a citizen when I was 20. But I am on this stage to ask: if you will give me 3 minutes of your time, *cough* I will give you 300 years of American History that has been taken from you.
There are five crops that changed the world as we know it. Bananas. Coffee. Tobacco. Sugar. And Cotton.
First grown by slaves in the New World, these crops all happened to also grow in a little bean-shaped country that my parents lived in near the Caribbean called Cuzcatlan, ‘The Land of Precious Things.’ It would be renamed El Salvador in the 1800’s.
But the precious things remained after the name changed. And the people were captured, and they were forced to work for pennies on the dollar to dredge the precious things from the soil, and the sea, and the mountains, and the sand. Cuzcatlan was not precious just to us, you see. It was coveted by the Americans. And once they saw our jewels, they would never be satisfied again.
The people suffered. And how we suffered! Dying in the fields, raped by their masters, buried in the shining black volcanic sands, their blood fertilizing the crops.
Of Bananas. Coffee. Sugar. Cotton. And Tobacco.
Until one day, the people of Cuzcatlan said, ‘We can bear it no more.’ And they broke their shovels in half, and they plunged the stems into their masters, and they rode through the streets on their masters’ Spanish horses, and they cried out that Cuzcatlan would no longer belong to the American companies that demanded their precious things without paying precious prices. Perhaps, soon, those business leaders would learn to negotiate for the labor and crops they so needed.
And the Americans? The Americans could not stand it! They would not abide such a story be told. And so you never heard it! The American companies, and all of their corporate masters came down on Cuzcatlan, with a fury seldom seen before. They killed everyone.
Instead, you heard a story about “Communists” and “Terrorists” in Central America, spreading a disease that would destroy your country and families. You heard a story that we have no good will towards you. That we wanted you to starve, that we were lazy, and formed gangs, and were lawless, and wore weapons to sell you drugs and fund terrorism.
But you never heard the story of Cuzcatlan, because it was a sad story, and sad stories do not sell fruit, and coffee, and cigarettes!
No, they came to my country, and they wiped out entire villages. The Archbishop, Don Remar - er, Don Romero, himself, was shot by the military during his Sunday Mass, for having dared to wonder whether the workers deserved some mercy. Assassinated for having dared to wonder, and he was left bleeding on the pulpit, even as worshippers bowed their heads.
EVERYBODY was KILLED.
EVERYBODY! The women, with their children still in their arms. Anyone looking for cover; people who found cover, people who didn’t. People who worked, and people who had no jobs. Communists. Catholics. Those who didn’t know how to read, those who didn’t know what labor rights were. Simple folks. Smart folks.
And they didn’t stop there. They went through the countryside, and they killed everyone they thought was hiding labor organizers or communists sympathizers. Banana union men and women, who they labeled terrorists. And in one village, we still only speak about in whispers, called “El Mozote.” The Americans tied women and children to trees, and they threw their babies in the air, and they shot them. Everyone was killed, to send one message, and that is: “A union is a threat to the American Empire. Not one union man or woman will hide in your village, or any other. And if you hid one here, now or ever, you will never breathe to hide one again."
And I tell you this because I am you from the future. You and I, all of you, are very much alike. You worked very hard to buy the precious things you have from the ground, the sky, the water, and the aether. You all wrote stories, you filed insurance policies, you taught children, you rung people up, you made sure whatever sorry system they had worked, not because you believed in it, not because you wanted it, but because it was all you could do.
And in exchange, they offered you cheap bananas. Coffee. Sugar. Tobacco. Bananas.
But I will tell you a secret. They were never cheap. They were precious. And so are you.
And they stole you, and they stole us, and they stole it all, and they told you: if you look the other way, you get to be satisfied and at least well-fed. But who can afford the luxuries of cigarettes or vapes or groceries anymore? Even that is being taken from you. And even if you have them, your food or your small pleasures won’t satisfy you. Not more than knowing the truth about Cuzcatlan, not more than knowing the truth about El Salvador. Today, where our precious land once stood, they built a concentration camp called CECOT. And not just for our precious things, our people, but yours. Your citizens, your dissenters, your unwanted disappeared into the hole that America built.
And what will we do when they start building incinerators at the camps? What will you do when they open up mass graves?
For our people, the most precious gift of all: do not take my warning lightly. The story of Cuzcatlan is not just from the past. It is from the future. The workers face the same enemy, and the enemy never had your interest in mind. From the moment they had you, the plan was to have a worker. From the moment you existed, it was to create another soldier against the people of Cuzcatlan and the rest of the world. You were a commodity to them.
But we have written you a new future. One in which we no longer point guns at each other. One in which our billionaires fear the land of precious people from learning they are no longer precious things.
Turn to me now! And tell me you will not forget the last three minutes. You will never again be ignorant of this story. And you will not let it happen here. You will close the camps. You will destroy ICE.
Spectator: Yeah! Olivia: You would rather have seasonal bananas or never see one again than have it covered in blood.
Spectators: That’s right! Yeah!
Olivia: You would rather trade fairly with other union workers than kill your fellow man, wouldn’t you?
Spectators: Yes! Olivia: Tell me you love me, and that our fates are tied! Tell me you’ll stop them from dragging me down from this place, and I’ll never let them do to you what they did to us. I promise. El pueblo unido…
Spectator: JAMÀS SERÀ VENCIDO!
Olivia: Nunca será vencido. Amen.
End Transcription.
It means a lot to me, that someone wrote down this speech for me, that I in the middle of the night wrote for as a love letter to the American labor movement.
I know I stuttered a bit, as I had just been gassed, as it took place not but 400 feet maybe from the Portland ICE facility.
One correction among many tiny ones:
“You worked very hard to /ply/ the precious things you have from the ground, the sky, the water, and the aether.” - And that work, it is very precious.
May the message make it to you all regardless.
My name is Tawi, and I’m reaching out for help during a really difficult time. R… Skyler Bey needs your support for Help Tawi Cover Rent an
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$285/$2,400!
a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.
care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.
connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims
gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme
glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.
ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme
life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure
taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies
the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care
islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support
baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies
gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.
hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste
anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care
palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon
dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram
certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.
Hello, my name is Amjad from Gaza, Palestine 🇵🇸. I need your help and donations through this link so we can get the daily necessities to keep me and my family alive. As you know, we have nothing left. My mother has passed away, and my father is disabled and needs care and diapers. I hope you can help me with a donation, even if it's just $5 or $10. Thank you for your support and generosity. 🍉❤️
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Hello friends 🍉
I'm Manal from Gaza ❤️
It's easy to get help from others 🇵🇸🍉❤️
I hope you can help me with a small donation ❤️
I'm asking for a donation between $50 and $100. Please, this means so much to me.
I got married during the Gaza war, and now I have a baby girl. As you know, polio is everywhere, malnutrition is rampant, and I'm afraid I'll lose my baby. Her health is deteriorating day by day. ❤️ So, any donation, no matter how small, makes a difference in my life to save my baby.
I hope this donation is small, but it makes a difference. It has helped me provide all the winter clothes for my baby, as well as milk and diapers.
Please help me.
Donate to save my baby and my little family.
Every donation, no matter how small, will make a big difference in my life 😭❤️🩹
Please help us 🫂🙏❤️🩹
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This campaign is being organized at Manal's request. Her message: انا منال و أنا أعيش في غزة كنا… Bassam Elshorafa needs your support
Save My Family From the Cold Winter 🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉
Winter has arrived in Gaza, bringing with it even more suffering.
We are living in a worn-out tent that offers no real protection —
not from the rain that leaks through the fabric 🌨️
not from the strong winds, 🌪️
and not from the bitter cold that surrounds us day and night 🌬️
Many believe that when the war ends, the suffering ends too.
But for us, the war may have stopped, yet the hardship continues 💔😭
There is still no source of income,
and every day is a struggle to survive.
Inside this fragile tent lives my entire family in extreme vulnerability 😔🥺
My grandmother is elderly and ill, and needs constant care and warmth 😓
My mother suffers from a heart condition and requires ongoing treatment and proper heating 🥺
My wife is pregnant and urgently needs proper nutrition, medical care, and a safe, warm environment for her and the unborn baby 🥺🥺
A tent is not a home ..
Winter in Gaza is cruel, especially for the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women.
We spend cold nights wrapped in damp blankets, hoping to make it through until morning.
How up your donation will be used:
• Providing warm blankets, winter clothes, and basic heating
• Supplying food and proper nutrition, especially for my pregnant wife
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• Helping us secure safer shelter materials to reduce rain and wind exposure
Your support will go directly toward protecting my family’s health and dignity during this harsh winter.
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Every donation, no matter the amount, can help us survive the cold 🙏🏻
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Your compassion can truly save lives
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*Dear friends,*
Although a *ceasefire* was announced in Gaza, our suffering has not ended — it has only changed form 💔
Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hop
A few days ago, we *returned to our partially destroyed home*, hoping we had finally survived. But the occupation *expanded the "yellow zone"*, and we were *forced to flee once again* under fear and danger 🚫
Our entire neighborhood has now been *completely destroyed*. We lost everything. We are now *homeless*, and with great difficulty, we managed to buy a small *tent* to shelter my family. But life in a tent is incredibly hard… there is no safety, no stability, no comfort 😞⛺
Help support Husam Eliewa by donating or sharing with your friends.
My *previous campaign was shut down*, and now I’ve launched a *new one*, praying it reaches kind hearts willing to help 🙏
Even the smallest donation can provide us with food, water, warmth, or a bit of safety. And if you can’t donate, please *share my new campaign* — maybe it will reach someone who can help 💗
*We need urgent help now more than ever.*
Please stand with us and help me bring some hope back to my family.
*With love and hope,*
*Lama from Gaza 🇵🇸*
Please help Wedad’s family 😔
I BEG YOU DONT SKIP🚨
Tell me, how can my voice reach your hearts ?
Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.
My name is Wedad Shadi, I am 15 years old, and I live in Gaza, Palestine.🇵🇸
Our home was completely destroyed, and now we live in a torn, fragile tent. We are a family of 7, and my mother, father, and my little sister Mira were injured when our house was bombed.
As shown in the video, we are searching for our clothes in our destroyed home.
My mother and Mira are in urgent need of medical treatment, but we have nothing to pay for their care, not even food to survive.
My mother and my sister were injured during the war. I am terrified of losing them… please, don’t leave me without my mother and sister. They need urgent help to survive.
They desperately need medicine and medical treatment, as shown in the videos. Every moment without help is a struggle for their lives.
Please, I beg you… save them, help us, and give them a chance to live. 🙏💔
I have started school, but I could not register because I cannot afford the fees.
Please, I beg you to help us. Donate to save my mother and my innocent little sister before it’s too late. Every contribution can save a life and bring hope to a family in desperate need.
Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing.
People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.
Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped.
The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended.
And our suffering definitely didn’t.
Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.
Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.
Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.
We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.
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