. Today I need your help. Since October 7th, we woke up to a nightmare that destroyed our lives. Since then, we have not known the taste of life. We are homeless. Our home and my workplace were destroyed. There is nothing left. I have a family who need food and basic daily needs to survive... Also, my wife is blind and I have a heart condition and we need treatment. Your simple help makes a big difference and changes our lives. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I honor you and your prayers for us, my dears...
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This is my house it is completely destroyed nothing is left please save my family and my blind wife
My These are my son Mohammed's children. Their lives have been deprived of freedom, housing, food and treatment. We are now sleeping in a tent in Deir al-Balah after being displaced 8 times. I hope you will do us the honor of donating on this link for the children and my poor blind wife ๐ญ๐ฅบ๐๐ต๐ธ
Hello everyone! My friend @burningnightgiver asked me to share this post for her, as this is her father (confirmed in DMs)!
As stated above, Mustafa has a heart condition and needs treatment, as well as his wife is blind.
That being said:
As of now, Mustafa's GFM has only raised ยฃ325 out of ยฃ45,000 of it's goal! This isn't even 1% of what's needed to help them!
Hi My name is Ahmed Mohammed
Meet the Zaqout family, a resilient group of โฆ Ahmed Mohammed needs your support for Hope for Gaza: Support
If you could PLEASE donate or reblog this post it would be greatly appreciated ๐๐๐
(As a reminder @burningnightgiver has been vetted by 90-ghost, so by association this gfm SHOULD be safe. It is also donation protected! I am not certified for vetting blogs, but by association, this campaign should be legit. Please donate or reblog if you are comfortable.)
This campaign is vetted by association. This account and campaign belongs to the parents of @burningnightgiver (shared by 90-ghost). See screenshot below for proof:
Very low funds! Only ยฃ325ย raised of ยฃ45,000 goal! Last donation was 10 days ago!!!
๐ธ From One Motherโs Heart โ Please Read ๐ธ
My name is Saja. Iโm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow โ from her first smile to her first steps โ surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment โ a fragile, breathless moment โ when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark โ hiding, holding on, praying.
Iโm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterโs life.
And even now โ especially now โ I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iโm Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatโs why I keep going.
Iโve launched a campaign to ask for help โ not because itโs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
๐ค Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
๐ค Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
๐ค Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
๐ If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnโt have to live t
If you canโt give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youโve never lived through war.
But if youโve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them โ then you understand more than you know.
I donโt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youโve read this far โ thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itโs a lifeline.
๐ธ From One Motherโs Heart โ Please Read ๐ธ
My name is Saja. Iโm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow โ from her first smile to her first steps โ surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment โ a fragile, breathless moment โ when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark โ hiding, holding on, praying.
Iโm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterโs life.
And even now โ especially now โ I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iโm Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatโs why I keep going.
Iโve launched a campaign to ask for help โ not because itโs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
๐ค Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
๐ค Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
๐ค Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
๐ If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnโt have to live t
If you canโt give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youโve never lived through war.
But if youโve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them โ then you understand more than you know.
I donโt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youโve read this far โ thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itโs a lifeline.
I love the original Bakugan Battle Brawlers show cause the tiny, shy, sweet girl who doesn't like fighting is best friends with a 25ft+ cyborg hydra who embodies the natural element of darkness and loves violence but they make it work cause they are BFFs.
Anyone who is committed to solidarity with disabled, chronically ill, and traumatized people:
Fadel ( @fadel-dani ) is in his early 20s. He's chronically ill with thalassemia, a blood disorder. The price of the medicine is too high to afford, and struggles with fainting.
He and his family have been displaced multiple times in the genocide. When his family returned to their home, bombs were dropped on them, destroying his childhood home.
Fadel woke up in a hospital and learned that, while unconscious, he had undergone surgery to remove metal shrapnel that had become lodged in his body in the bombing. Because of the extreme danger and the collapse of the health system, some of the pieces could not removed at their location.
The doctor assessed his health and told his family that he needs to receive treatment in another country as soon as possible. Obviously, doing so safely requires coordination and funds for both travel and the surgical fees once they get to a hospital. He has been living in a tent and trying to raise funds since then.
His campaign is vetted by: @gazavetters list (#197) and @90-ghost and @a-shade-of-blue
After fundraising for over 300 days, he had raised โฌ14,500 (almost 50% of the โฌ30,000 he needs). Then April 25, GoFundMe deleted his fundraiser with no warning or clear explanation. He contacted GoFundMe's technical support, but they ignored him and didn't respond.
He has had to restart all over again with a new fundraiser. So far only โฌ3,522 donations have come in, a mere 12% of what he needs.
(All donations were returned to their donors, so if you previously donated, please return that money to him!)
He is still suffering the physical and psychological pain of feeling shrapnel from the Israeli bombing that destroyed his childhood home embedded in his body.
He is badly injured from a bombing, leaving him with fragments of metal in his body. He is in need of urgent surgery to remove them. He struggles with constant pain from this.
He has PTSD from repeated severe trauma, including the bombing of his childhood home while he was inside which left him with the fragments in his body. There is bombing around him, and he fears for his life constantly.
He is starving. Genocidal famine is being forced on him, his family, and many other families in Gaza.
If you have ever reblogged anything about chronic illness, disability, inaccessibility of healthcare, trauma, or food insecurity, recognize your commonality and solidarity with him.
Please donate anything you can.
My name is Fadel Al-Dany, a 23-year-old third-year IT student. My life hasn't โฆ Fadel Aldany needs your support for Help the injured Fadel a
3,400 people shared my post. If everyone had donated at least 10 euros, I could have raised 30,000 euros (the entire cost of my surgery).
Unfortunately, so far, I have only been able to raise 4,317 euros, a very small amount for treatment. Please, I desperately need your help. Every euro you send will make a huge difference to my treatment.!!!!
I spent 3 hours making this, excluding breaks
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EDIT: i closed this because i got overwhelmed. please look at my other stuff, i have urgent commissions open :(
Editedit: i opend it back up, but please look at my commissions. its for the future for my saftey :( https://sites.google.com/view/thejazziestnightwood/home?authuser=0
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