I proably should explain more on why I don't answer asks from Gofund me requests. It's not that I don't trut you, I don't trust myself capable of truly spreading the word, so just keep your expectations of me low and find someone better than me.
I'd rather not waste your time and effort. I truly am sorry, but I must say to those ecountering my account to not send in any Gofundme asks because spesifically I am not a vetted person nor someone who can vet for others
I try to be trustworthy for others, but I can't do that yet if I don't trust myself. Again I'm sorry
An important edit as well:
I'm still a full time student with no income of my own. I should've mentioned it earlier, but I'm mentioning it now as another reason to not contact me about GoFundMe.
Same thing as before, don't bother with contacting me as I cannot personally help you besides reblogging campaign
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"I am on the street… homeless, with no shelter left. The occupation is forcing the entire Gaza Strip into evacuation — pushing us out of every corner of our land.
There is nowhere to go, nowhere safe.
Be with us now. Stand with Gaza. There is no room for silence, no room for marginalization."
will tell you about the tragic irony.
The army demands that the residents of Gaza City move south to an area called Al-Mawasi, which is relatively small and cannot possibly accommodate 1.5 million people.
They claim it is a safe zone, yet it is bombed daily without pause.
People have nowhere to go because of the overcrowding, and even those who wish to leave cannot all afford the transportation costs, which start at $500. This, while people here have been without work for two years and cannot cover even their basic needs.
This is the true bottom of hell.
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I have nothing... no medicine, no oxygen, no money, not even a safe place to sit and cry.
I am a mother from Gaza. From the south. From a land that has known nothing but bombing, death, and dust
From a neighborhood once inhabited by children playing... and now buried under rubble.Everything is destroyed. Everything is burned. Nothing remains. Even my voice is no longer audible
My only child is in my arms now...He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream. He breathes slowly, as if every breath is a miracle.His face is yellow...
His eyes are closed... His body is weak and cold as death.I feel him slipping away from me... moment by moment.And I can't save him.I just cry... I call his name... and I hold him tightly as if I'm fighting fate.
He was sick... severe pneumonia.I took him to the hospital, where they said his condition was critical.There weren't enough machines.
The doctors were exhausted, working without electricity, without medicine, without anything.But we held on to hope... despite the pain. Despite the cold. Despite the collapse of life around us.Then camethe occupation.
The army stormed the city.
The shelling began on us from every side.They bombed the hospitals. They bombed the streets. Even the places we thought were safe.I screamed as I ran with my baby in my arms.The doctors shouted, "Get out! Get out! The place is going to be bombed!"I saw children having their breathing tubes ripped out of their mouths, patients thrown into the streets, and mothers collapsing.I saw a nurse crying as she tried to save a child... then she too fell to the ground.I left the hospital, not knowing where to go.Bombs falling.
Corpses in the streets. Blood on the walls.Everything was silent... except my heart, which was about to explode with terror. I walked for a long time carrying my child...I was screaming, "Is anyone there? Is there a doctor? Is there oxygen?"But no one answered.All the doors were closed.All the faces were shocked.
And death awaited us around every corner.Now, my child is dying.With every passing minute... he suffocates more With every second... he dies more.And I... hold his little hand... and say, "Be patient, my love...
Forgive me, forgive me, I couldn't protect you."
They told me there was only one chance... to transfer him outside Gaza for treatment, and I would have to pay the exorbitant costs.
But how ? No money
I don't even have a blanket to cover him.
My home is destroyed. My family is under the rubble. No food. No water. No life.All I have left is this child... and these last moments with him
Please....😭😭💔
Help me
Before I close his eyes with my hand.Before I place him in a shroud that's too small for his tiny body. Before I bury him alone, under a tree or among the rubble...
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed H… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov
Help me... before I bury the last beat of my heart.
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also i do this year round ofc but reminder for june that I will do pride pins, pronoun pins, subtle or aesthetic pride pins, character pride pins, anything you want as it is custom!
edit: I've opened orders for custom kandi singles, as well as more specific pride kandi
since it's pride just a reminder that by buying from my depop or commissioning me you will be helping a young trans boy afford gender affirming care + other necessary medical attention in the future, and/or helping me fund my hobbies that keep me going while I pass the time until I can do those things. <3
I never see anyone actually getting any significant donations on tumblr and to be honest, tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. Use it as your last resort, it frustrates me to no end seeing people begging for help, reblogging the same post over and over, the same types of posts over and over, to no avail, when people are waiting to help you on a different part of the web
GO TO WHERE THE HELP IS. IF YOU WANT DIRECT ACTION TO WORK STOP WITH TUMBLR AND USE REDDIT.
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN REBLOG THIS SO WE CAN START REDUCING THE AMOUNT OF DONATION POSTS THAT GET STUCK FLOATING AROUND THIS WEBSITE
im in disbelief at the fact that a lot of folks are simply over palestine. like protests are dwindling down. people are not very interested in news related to gaza. some are simply over it.
israel hasn't let aid in gaza in 70 days. gaza has been starving for 70 days. the condition of people there is horrendous.
i find it distressing to think about children in gaza. how does one continue to have a childhood in a genocide? they don't have school. they don't have safety. they don't have food.
despite all this, the kids will be alright. they'll be alright once the genocide stops and they get back to 'normal'. till then, can we please try to support them however we can?
this fundraiser (verified) helps feed a family which includes two young children. please consider helping their mother take care of them.
Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
Hello, my name is Jovan, and I'm fundraising on behalf of my dear friend Mahmoud. Mahmoud … Jovan I needs your support for Help Mahmoud and
Hello everyone. As you know the situation in Gaza is getting more dangerous every day.
You have probably heard me or someone else talking about a Gazan mother on tumblr @life-111 raising money to save her baby, but I really don’t know how to plead to you hard enough. Please please please donate to her. Her baby needs urgent medical attention.
You don’t need to buy a coffee every day. Use that money and actually help someone who needs it. Please.
She is now raising $7,640 to treat her baby abroad.
PLEASE HELP AND SHARE!!!
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My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
