My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am  a childrenâs teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
Hello friends,Thank you for your continued support, but I would like to inform you about something. Recently, donations have become very low or almost nonexistent. I donât know exactly why, but I believe it may be due to the presence of many scammers. Unfortunately, there are some people who exploit others. However, my campaign has been reviewed and verified by trusted individuals.
I am responsible for taking care of 8 members of my family, and there is no provider or source of income for them except me. The situation is extremely difficult. The war has not ended every day there are many innocent people losing their lives for no reason.
Prices have risen drastically. For example, even a small plate of vegetable salad now costs more than $10, and many other basic items are very expensive. In addition, the value of the dollar has dropped against the shekel, where $1 is now about 2.9 shekels, while it used to be around 3.8. There is severe inflation and a very high increase in prices.
So please try to support me. If you are unable to donate, you can still help by sharing. I am trying my best to take care of my family.
Made these moodboards for a moodboard-making activity for my students in my internet history class for a lesson on internet aesthetics. They got really good responses from the people I showed them to, so I wanted to post them here. The first is an Appalachian Gothic one and the second is a more general American/Regional Gothic moodboard. Hope you all enjoy!
Every time you take the busâno matter the route, the day, the timeâthe driver is always the same. You spend the rides with your head down to avoid catching his gaze in the rearview mirror. Heâs always looking right at you.
Thereâs a Giant Eagle three blocks from your house, but you recently started going to the one across the river. You liked the convenience, but every time you left the store a jitney driver would be idling there. They would offer you a ride homeââIâm heading towards your place anyways.â You never told them where you live.
Every time you think a hill might be too steep to climb, you notice a set of city steps right next to youâŚhow didnât you see those before? You never take them, though. Theyâre always gone on the walk back down.
Youâve been driving on this bridge for way too long. You keep passing pylons, but youâre no closer to the other side.
Someone must keep stealing your neighborâs parking chair, because every day thereâs a different one in her spot. Youâre not really sure if you could call it a âchairâ anymore. When you walk up to your house at night, you could swear it twitches under the street light. Is your neighbor ever even home?
You live alone in a recently flipped townhome. The owners ripped out the Pittsburgh potty when they finished the basement. A shame, but you donât go down there much anywaysâin fact, you usually keep the basement door deadbolted. You know you forgot to lock it when youâre cleaning sooty bootprints from the kitchen tile again.
Your nunny always told you that you can swim in the rivers when the current is slow, but donât put your head under. You wonât be quite right when you come back to the surface.
Driving in Oakland when classes let out is usually a pain, so you reroute during peak times. Itâs 2 am and the crosswalks are full of students. Youâve been waiting for over an hour, but they keep pouring out of the cathedral.
Hey Tumblr fam! I am working on my masters in journalism and Iâm doing my final project on the backrooms! With the new A24 movie coming about it I thought it would be cool to do a story on it! I am looking for people to interview that either make their own backrooms content or run backrooms/ liminal blogs! I would like the interviews to be over a recorded zoom call as my project is video based but i understand people not being comfortable with that , so text based interviews or even just phone audio recording are perfectly fine too!! You can comment here or dm me and we will figure something out!! My project is due pretty soon, May 5th. So I would appreciate yalls help!!
Before you donate, please take a moment to read our story we really need u. đđ
This link is where you can help support our family, and reading our journey will show you exactly how your contribution can make a real difference.đđ
Campaign UpdateÂ
Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza and this is Our Story from Gaza: Before and After đ
Before the war, my family and I lived in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our life was simple but full of meaning. I lived with my parents, my brother, and my sister in a home filled with love and laughter.
Every morning, my father and mother would wake up early to go to work, while my sister prepared for school. We had our normal daily routines, shared meals together, celebrated birthdays, and dreamed of the future.
It wasnât a rich life, but it was ours. We had our house, a small piece of farmland, good neighbors, and beautiful land around us that gave us a sense of peace and belonging. My mother, father, and sister were always part of this daily rhythm, making our life feel ordinary yet full of warmth and stability.
Every Thursday, our whole family would gather at my grandmotherâs house laughter, stories, and meals together. That special time brought us closer and filled our hearts with joy. Now, all of that is gone.
Our home between before and after đĽşđ
The Day Everything ChangedÂ
 During the first week of the war, the bombing forced us to leave our home. We thought it would be temporary, but then came the news that broke us: our home was completely destroyed. Flattened to the ground. Everything we worked for and saved, every memory, gone in a moment.Since then, we have been displaced multiple times from Shuja'iyya to Rimal, then Al-Zawada, and finally Rafah. Each time we carried less with us. Weâve slept on floors, in schools, and even tents. Nights are freezing, days are unbearably hot. There is no clean water, no electricity, no toilets. We wait hours just for bread. We lost not only our home but also our jobs, our stability, and our sense of safety. Right now, our only dream is to survive tomorrow.
Why I Am Asking for Your Help
I am starting this campaign to support my family because the war destroyed everything we had our home, our land, our routines, and our sense of safety. Your help will allow us to rebuild our lives step by step.
and we are raising $20,000 to help my family survive and rebuild after the war. This amount will allow us to:
1-Rebuilding our home and farmland: Our house was completely destroyed, along with our small piece of farmland. These were not just buildings or land they were the heart of our daily life, where we felt safe and connected to our surroundings. We need help to repair and rebuild a stable home and restore the land that provided us with peace and sustenance.
2-Restoring our daily life and happiness: Before the war, we had routines and small joys working in the fields, sharing meals, celebrating birthdays, and seeing our neighbors regularly. Every Thursday, our family gathered at my grandmotherâs house. Those ordinary days brought us happiness and a sense of belonging. We want to bring back some of that normal life.
3-Support for work and livelihoods: The war took away our jobs and sources of income. My parents, who used to work hard to provide for the family, can no longer earn a living safely. Donations will help us cover essential expenses and start rebuilding work opportunities so we can support ourselves again.
4-Food, clean water, and urgent health needs: Life now is a struggle for basic necessities. Your donation helps us access proper food, clean water, and medicine for urgent health needs.
Your support, no matter the amount, is not just money itâs hope, dignity, and a chance for a family who lost everything to start over. Every contribution helps us recover a little of the life we loved and the memories that made it special.
As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed
From My Heart â¤ď¸
To everyone who supported us before, and to anyone reading this now thank you đ. I know the world is full of struggles, and I donât take your kindness for granted.
Please, if you can, donate again through this new link or share it with others. Every bit of help means so much to me and my family. đđ
Campaign UpdateÂ
Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!
IMPORTANT: This campaign is real and verified. You can see all updates and amounts raised directly on the link.
If you came from the tags , I want to reassure you, donât worry, because @gaza-evacuation-funds helps me to make the post reach the largest number of people
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Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honestly what happened: I closed that campaign myself because receiving the money there was very difficult. Their strict policies only allowed transfers in one currency (USD), which made it hard for many people who wanted to support us in other currencies. Some donations could not even reach us, and part of the money had to be returned to the donors.
Thatâs why I decided to move my campaign here to chuffed.org. This platform is much better for our situation because it allows people to donate in different currencies (USD, EUR, and more). This way, support can truly reach us without these problems.
Thanks to your support, we have collected $22,236! đ
We have returned $2,300, and the remaining funds from our previous campaign are approximately $20,000.
With your help, we are now focusing on achieving our next goals:
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