"You didn't kidnap my daughter, you morons, you kidnapped one of my agents. This is an ARISE unit. You kidnapped a magical girl. Agent Mayweather, you have full permission to engage."
The super villain gave a disappointed sigh. It was bad enough to be invited to the funeral of their superhero arch-nemesis. But it was even worse to be the only person to show up.
The super villain gave a disappointed sigh. It was bad enough to be invited to the funeral of their superhero arch-nemesis. But it was even worse to be the only person to show up.
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I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,
please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.
My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I amΒ 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.
Hi, I'm Raven, and I'm running this campaign on behalf of my friend Ayoush. Any money raised will go to her in full. Please note the campaig
Hello, my friends,
Thank you so much for all your support.
I have some good news I wanted to share with you.
I have made progress in my project and managed to create some wonderful pieces. However, I faced major setbacks because I needed to buy raw materials, and I didnβt have enough money. My campaign is moving very slowly.
At the same time, I am trying to support my family and become independent by starting my own project.
These are some of the results of my achievements this month, created amidst the tents and rubble. I will try to keep you updated always, but please help me as much as you can and talk about my work.
Here is a glimpse of some of the hardships I face, with rain and water leaking into the tent where my family and I live. But I always hold on to hope for life π€.
Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.
My name is Wedad Shadi, I am 15 years old, and I live in Gaza, Palestine.π΅πΈ
Our home was completely destroyed, and now we live in a torn, fragile tent. We are a family of 7, and my mother, father, and my little sister Mira were injured when our house was bombed.
My mother and Mira are in urgent need of medical treatment, but we have nothing to pay for their care, not even food to survive.
My mother and my sister were injured during the war. I am terrified of losing themβ¦ please, donβt leave me without my mother and sister. They need urgent help to survive.
They desperately need medicine and medical treatment, as shown in the videos. Every moment without help is a struggle for their lives.
Please, I beg youβ¦ save them, help us, and give them a chance to live. ππ
I have started school, but I could not register because I cannot afford the fees.
Please, I beg you to help us. Donate to save my mother and my innocent little sister before itβs too late. Every contribution can save a life and bring hope to a family in desperate need.
Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing.
People think the pain paused⦠but for us, it never did.
Even with a so-called βceasefire,β nothing has really stopped.
The explosions, the drones, the fear β the violations never ended.
And our suffering definitely didnβt.
Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.
Your donation ππ β no matter how small β can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life thatβs been stripped of everything.
Please, stand with us. Donβt let this struggle fade from the worldβs attention.
We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.
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Hello, my name is Mickey from Michigan USA and I am raising funds for Wedad⦠Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Wedad's Journey to Sa
While many families around the world are gathering for iftar with full tables and safety, this is our reality.
Here, hunger is not just part of fasting. It is daily life.
We fast from dawn until sunset, but the hardest part is not knowing if there will be anything to break it with.
My family wants to observe Ramadan like Muslim families everywhere. I wish I could comfort them by saying that a warm meal is waiting at sunset, like every fasting person deserves.
My fatherβs health is getting worse. He urgently needs medical care and proper nutrition.
Watching him grow weaker while we struggle to provide even basic food is heartbreaking.
If you are reading this from anywhere in the world, please know that your support truly makes a difference.
Please stand with my family this Ramadan.
Help us secure food and medical care for my father.
If you cannot donate, please share
π Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiaryβs account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
Hi, I'm Raven, and I'm running this campaign on behalf of my friend Ayoush. Any money raised will go to her in full. Please note the campaig
Hello, my friends,
Thank you so much for all your support.
I have some good news I wanted to share with you.
I have made progress in my project and managed to create some wonderful pieces. However, I faced major setbacks because I needed to buy raw materials, and I didnβt have enough money. My campaign is moving very slowly.
At the same time, I am trying to support my family and become independent by starting my own project.
These are some of the results of my achievements this month, created amidst the tents and rubble. I will try to keep you updated always, but please help me as much as you can and talk about my work.
Here is a glimpse of some of the hardships I face, with rain and water leaking into the tent where my family and I live. But I always hold on to hope for life π€.
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing β bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life βnot a child of war.
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A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
Sheβs learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things β as if she doesnβt see the destruction around her.
She doesnβt know the word βloss.β
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in β whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says βmama,β everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls β but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
Iβm not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on β to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
Β A Motherβs Message
To everyone reading this β thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation β it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again β
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
So forgive me if sometimes, in the middle of our happiness, I look away. I am not looking toward another. I am looking back, to gather all the lost pieces, all the unwritten poems, all the un-lived days, and bring them here. To you. To this bed. To this now. So that when I love you, I am loving with all the centuries I carry. I am loving you with the grief, and through the grief, and in spite of the grief.
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