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@hanarabah
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
They don’t understand war the way we do…
But they feel hunger the same — dreaming of meat while shaping it from sand and stones.
This isn’t a scene from a movie.
You can donate here to make a real difference. 🤍
please help @hanarabah out ! here's her message :
It’s been over a year and a half, and I’ve only reached 1%. I’m exhausted… truly exhausted from trying, from waiting, from constant disappointments. Every day, the dream feels further away. Please, share this post — your small act of support could make a huge difference. It might be my last hope.
After a break of about a month on the Internet due to displacement, hunger and Internet interruption, I found this post amid lack of support, dissemination and donation. Thank you for everything. Please stay close to us.
This is my son, Mohammad — the young man who launched the campaign to save our family.
He sent me his picture with a gentle smile and said:
“Look, Mom, I’m smiling… Don’t worry about me. I’m going to get some food and I’ll be back soon.”
But I know him well…
I know that behind that smile lies a pain he doesn’t speak of,
And in his eyes, I see a sorrow far greater than his age.
He tries to appear strong for my sake,
But I see everything he’s trying to hide…
He wants to protect me, while silently carrying the weight of it all.
You can see more of our story or help us from here
I don't know if it's important to you, but we sleep on the street
Our Dreams Beneath the Ashes: A Family's Journey Towards Hope 🇵🇸💔✨
Hello, my name is Mohammed Al-Deeb I am reaching out with a heavy heart and a ple… Giuseppe Nebbioso needs your support for Aiutare Mohamed
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My name is Mohammed Al-Deeb, and I write to you today with a heart weighed down by sorrow, seeking your help in the darkest of times. The recent war in Gaza has devastated my family and left us in unimaginable circumstances. 😔💔 We were once a family of 17,
Urgent, €1082 was collected from the €65,000😔🤍
living peacefully under one roof, but now we are homeless, struggling to find shelter and stability. 🏚️ My mother, sisters, children, and brother are suffering from severe psychological and physical trauma as a result of this disaster. We’ve lost our home and livelihood, and every day is a fight for survival, filled with uncertainty and fear. 🌧️💔
are homeless, struggling to find shelter and stability. 🏚️ My mother, sisters, children, and brother are suffering from severe psychological and physical trauma as a result of this disaster. We’ve lost our home and livelihood, and every day is a fight for survival, filled with uncertainty and fear. 🌧️💔
We urgently need your support to find a safe place to call home and begin rebuilding our lives. 🏡💫 The situation we’re facing is beyond what words can describe. 😢 A year ago, we were forced out of our home and displaced to the south, leaving behind everything—our memories, our friends, and all that we owned. 🏠💔 Our home was our sanctuary, and beneath it, my father ran a car repair shop, which was also destroyed. 😞🚗💥 Now, everything is lost. 🌪️💔
I never imagined I would lose my home and become homeless. 😔 It’s a feeling that cannot be explained when your dreams are shattered, when you don’t even know where your next meal will come from, and you feel completely helpless. 🍞🥺 Half of us sleep in a tent, while the other half sleep in the open, exposed to the deadly conditions around us. 😞💔⛺
Every night, we go to sleep unsure if we will wake up the next morning, or if we will die without ever knowing our fate. 🌙💭 The fear of losing my family haunts me constantly. 💔😢 Please, understand our pain and help us. 🥺🤲🏼
Due to the closure of the crossings since the beginning of October and the interruption of all kinds of food and drinker, we were forced these days to go and search for the waste of some foreign institutions and others. Please help us get a little good food and drink
1/11/2024
Please, help me stand tall again and continue my journey. 🥺🌟 From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your generosity and kindness. ❤️🙏🏼
You are giving my family a renewed sense of hope by supporting our campaign. 🥺❤️🩹🌷
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It has now been over 11 months since I launched my campaign, but tragically, we have only achieved 1% of our goal. 💔🕰️ I sincerely ask for your help in sharing our story and promoting our campaign so we can gather the much-needed support to reach our targets. 🙏🏼💫
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Thank you for giving my family great hope by supporting our campaign.❤️🩹🥺
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Please help us publish our story for more than 11 months and we are waiting for your documentation of our campaign
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I want to reassure you that my entire family is actively involved in spreading this campaign and sharing our story. You can trust in us and our sincere efforts as we strive to rebuild our lives with your support.🤍🌷🙏🏼
Dear friends,
I write to you with a heart heavy with sorrow and anguish 💔, as war has returned to reopen our old wounds, leaving behind scenes of devastation and despair 🏚️. For months, I tried to endure this ordeal without seeking assistance, clinging to a faint hope that circumstances might improve. But now, with deep regret, I find myself drowning in a sea of grief and disorientation 😞, compelled once again to raise my voice in search of help.
I no longer possess the strength to raise funds as I once did; the days drag by in excruciating slowness ⏳, with every moment serving as a painful reminder of unforgettable losses 💔. I have lost so much—not merely material possessions, but nearly the very hope for life itself 😞. My family suffers, and the faces of my loved ones still bear the weight of sorrow for what once was, now reduced to ruins 🏚️.
Today, I am unable to stand alone, and I call upon your support in these harsh circumstances 🤲. Every gesture of help, no matter how small, serves as a beacon of hope ✨ amid the darkness of this bitter reality. Every share and every word of encouragement 💬 gives me the strength to continue the struggle, even as the pain becomes almost unbearable 💔.
I also kindly ask you to read my full story on my page 📖, where I share the details of my ordeal and my remaining hopes 🌿, trusting that you will find a reason to empathize ❤️ and lend your support 🤝.
Thank you from the depths of my heart ❤️ for standing by my side during these critical moments. I understand that asking for help is not easy, but I am left with no other choice than to implore you 🙏, hoping for your compassion and support 🤲 to save what remains of my life and that of my family 🏠💔.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.
Not everything we live through can be spoken, but everything we speak of has been endured a thousand times over.
Your contribution might be the hand that pulls someone out of this emptiness.