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My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
Hello friends, I hope you are all well. I'm really not doing well. My mother is suffering terribly from tooth pain.
We need dental crowns, which cost over $700, and it's urgent.
Tumblr deleted all my accounts, and I've been trying to contact many of my former supporters, but without success. Please, my mother is in great pain. We're constantly visiting the dentist, and this is on top of providing food and drink for my family of eight. We also need to cover my parents' monthly chronic medication, which costs over $300. So please, try to share and spread the word about our situation so we can raise the money before Tuesday.
"non sharing" selfshippers are the bane of my fucking existence and seeing everyone coddle them like little babies makes me feel crazy.
for the record, there is nothing wrong with selfshipping but it genuinely pisses me off the way nonsharers are allowed to have boundaries and not interact with others who also like the same character as them, but as soon as someone says they don't want nonsharers to interact with them suddenly it's all "nooo, why are you being so mean to the poor widdle non sharers, why aren't you policing yourself over fictional characters for them 🥺" like no shit i am not obligated to tiptoe around your insecurities or stop talking about my ships just because you think only your little self insert is allowed to exist LOL
help a trans lesbian and her elderly mother recover from a scam and keep a roof over their head
with the SNAP pause upcoming this was particularly nasty timing. we're in debt to the bank now and need to pay $300 a month for the next 5 months. affording groceries after rent and utility and this bill will be impossible on one social security check
Hello its officially been a week since I’ve been trying to crowdfund getting groceries to no avail. As an update I’m still applying to jobs and doing what I can to get but I really want to get my groceries in one go! :/
I only need $60-$100 to order my cart of groceries, help a crippled nigga out. 🧍🏾♂️🙏🏾
Hi, i'm remaking this donation post as, some time passed but things are slowly growing and accumulating thanks to the parasitic parent i live with. This really is a desperate call for help and to possibly get out of this place, maybe moving to a different state here in Brasil. I paid for the month's groceries and am being owed money which i may never seen it being given back again, eating expired food and getting screamed at to pay for debt masked as 'bills' that my unhealthy and parasitic parent demands. Please, and i beg you, please. Share or help with whatever you can.. i'm literally at one of the most desperate moments of my life. Any amount might save my life or help me move into a safe place where i can at least, live.
I have a Ko-fi which will be liked below, as well as PayPal and Wise. Please DM if you need any info to help.
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(Paypal is registered on my deadname, still so, please disconsider that)
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I lost everything... but I still hold on to hope ✨
My name is Mo'men, and I’m a young Palestinian who dreamed of a bright future after high school.
Instead of celebrating, I found myself running for my life, escaping bombs, destruction, and fear.😥
Our home was crushed into dust 🏚️. My brother lost his job. My school and my sister’s university turned into shelters for displaced families.
We fought for survival for six long months under bombs and siege, until we finally reached Egypt, carrying nothing but a few plastic bags... and a lot of broken dreams.💔
Today, we have no home, no income, no safe place to call our own.
My father is suffering with severe back pain and can’t work. Medical bills, daily expenses, even the hope of renting a small home—we simply can’t afford it anymore.🥺
But despite everything, I refuse to give up. I still dream of going to university, of rebuilding my life, of standing on my own feet and helping my family.
This is why I need your help.
Even a small donation—£10—could be the light we desperately need right now.🙏🏻🥺
It can help us rent a home, cover urgent medical expenses, and let me chase my dreams again.🙏🏻
I never imagined that reaching the final part of our journey would feel this difficult.
Thanks to the kindness of so many people, we've reached £2,576. Every donation brought us one step closer to hope, and we will always be grateful for that. 🤍
Today, our new goal is £3,000. We still have £424 to go, but lately our campaign has become very quiet. Days pass without any support, and it's heartbreaking to watch our progress come to a standstill while our needs remain the same. 💔
Our lives don't pause when donations do. We are still trying to rebuild after losing so much. I'm still fighting to continue my education, and my family is still doing everything they can to get through each day with dignity and hope.
If you've been following our story, please don't let this be where our journey stops.
Even the smallest donation can bring us closer to our goal, and if you're unable to give, sharing our campaign could help us reach someone who can. 🙏
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for reminding us that we haven't been forgotten. Your kindness gives us the strength to keep believing that better days are still possible. 🤍
https://gofund.me/5cdd060e
I will share your story. Thank you for contacting me.
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏
Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe Home for Their Baby
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
Oh my God... that moment still haunts me to this day. I was sitting beside my husband Ahmed in the hospital bed, holding his hand and praying to God to ease his pain, when suddenly he lost consciousness right before my eyes. I completely broke down, crying and begging God to save him.
I cry every day from the weight of this heartbreak. I stand beside my husband with nothing but prayer, watching his pain and feeling my heart shatter because I cannot do more to save him. I try to stay strong for my little girl, but there are moments when I weaken as I imagine her life without her father. All I want is a chance to save Ahmed, a chance for him to remain a father to our daughter and a husband to me, and for us to see a better day after all this pain.
The doctor told me that Ahmed’s condition is critical, that the cancer is spreading rapidly through his body, and that his only hope for treatment is to get him out of Gaza as soon as possible to receive urgent medical care. Since that moment, I have been living in constant fear, terrified that I may lose my husband at any moment.
Getting Ahmed out of Gaza for treatment is extremely costly, and we need to raise more than $25,000 to cover the urgent medical expenses and give him the chance he desperately needs. Every moment matters, and we are racing against time to save his life.
Our little daughter cries every day, calling for her father. She does not understand what cancer means, but she feels his pain and clings to him with all her strength. All she wants is for her father to stay by her side, and for this war and this illness not to take him away from her.
As for me, I am suffering from severe malnutrition because of the famine and the war. My body has become weak, but I keep holding myself together in front of my daughter so she does not feel the full extent of the pain we carry inside.
I say this from the depths of my heart: I will never forget everyone who read my words, saw my family’s suffering, and chose to turn away without even sharing our story. A simple share may help our voice reach someone who can save Ahmed’s life.
You are our only hope. Every donation, no matter how small, and every share could be the reason our story reaches someone able to help us.
Please, do not leave us alone. Ahmed’s life is in your hands. Help us reach our goal as quickly as possible and save Ahmed before it is too late. Give our little daughter the chance to keep her father by her side.
To donate, please click here⬇️
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✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#425)✅
Please, if you can, reblog the pinned post on my page. It only takes a moment, but it could help save my husband's life. Every reblog helps our story reach more people.
My name is Enas Hajjo, and I am from Gaza. I am a wife and the mother of a little girl.
Our home was destroyed during the war, and since then our lives have become a daily struggle for survival.
My husband, Ahmed, is battling cancer. He urgently needs to leave Gaza for treatment, but the cost of medical care and travel is far beyond anything we can afford.
As for me, I am suffering from severe malnutrition because of the famine. Every day is a fight against hunger, fear, and uncertainty.
I am begging you from the bottom of my heart: please don't let my daughter lose her father. She is still so young and needs him in her life. I cannot bear the thought of losing my husband while we are already trying to survive so much.
Please, look at us with compassion. We are suffering beyond words, and we have nowhere else to turn.
If you cannot donate, please reblog the pinned post on my page and share our story with others. Sharing our story costs nothing, but it could reach someone who is able to help save my husband's life.
You are our only hope.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with my family.
I will share your story. Thank you for contacting me.
PLEASE DON'T WAIT UNTIL MY BABY BECOMES ANOTHER TRAGIC STORY YOU READ TOMORROW.
I keep imagining the moment someone asks me, "Is Qais still alive?!" I am terrified that one day I will not know how to answer. No mother should ever live with that fear hanging over every breath.
Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔
Over the past few days, I asked for your help to cover Eid expenses and to buy medication for my parents. Yesterday, we experienced a very nearby airstrike that caused significant damage, including damage to our tent.
We are living with fear every moment. Every minute feels uncertain, and the war has never truly ended. The situation continues to worsen, and I could lose my life at any moment.Please do not forget my family and loved ones. Any support you can provide, even to help us repair the damage, would mean so much to us. We urgently need your help.These are some photos showing the damage and the area that was bombed. Please support and help us in any way you can. We need everything.😭💔
My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
You can watch a wider video of the area through this link.Click here
Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔
In a place where children no longer know what safety feels like, a mother is trying to keep her children alive despite everything 💔
I don’t know how I am still holding on...
My name is Najah, and I am a mother of six children, including newborn twins 👶👶 who need urgent care every single moment.
We are living through extremely difficult days filled with fear, hunger, and the lack of basic necessities 🥺🍞
Sometimes my children go to sleep without enough food, and I stand helpless before their tears because I cannot provide milk, diapers, or medicine for them.
My newborn twins are still so fragile, and their tiny bodies need constant nutrition and care 🍼💔
But our situation has become far beyond my ability to handle, while my other children face hunger, cold, and fear every day.
For many days, we have not received any donations or help, and our situation keeps getting worse with every passing hour.
I try to stay strong for my children, but my heart breaks every night when I see them suffering and I have nothing to protect them with.
Every second now is precious ⏳
Every act of kindness could be the reason my children survive 🙏
I am not asking for the impossible — only for a chance for my children to live safely, stay together, and have hope for another tomorrow.
Please, from the bottom of my heart, do not ignore our suffering 💔
Any small donation could help me buy milk, diapers, food, and medicine for my children.
I am Najah, living with my twin children in a tent. As the tanks approached the area where we are staying, my fear was no longer for myself, but for my two little children who need safety more than anything else. All I hope for is that this danger passes peacefully and that I can protect them from being displaced once again.
Please donate $25, $50, $100, or any amount you can give 🤲
Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in my children’s lives.
And if you cannot donate, please share our story everywhere you can 📢
Your compassion may reach someone who can save my children before it is too late.
I beg you — stop here, donate, share, and choose kindness before this silence becomes another tragedy for my family.
Thank you to everyone who listened to our pain 🌸
Your kindness today could give my children another chance at life and safety.
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From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
