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ameeragazasblog

My name is Ameera Shaheen, and I am a young woman from Gaza. Like many others, my family and I have suffered greatly because of the war. My husband, Moatasim, and I dreamed of finishing our education, building a future, and living a peaceful life together.

But everything changed when our home was destroyed. The place where we felt safe, shared memories, and planned our future was reduced to rubble. During the war, my husband was injured, and since then our lives have become even more difficult.

All we wish for is safety, the chance to rebuild our lives, continue our studies, and give our daughter the peaceful childhood she deserves. Despite the pain, loss, and uncertainty, we continue to hold on to hope and believe that better days will come.

Today, I care for my injured husband and our little daughter, Aysel. Every day is a struggle, but I try to stay strong for my family. Our dreams of education and a better future have been put on hold, yet we have not lost hope.

Gaza. My family has been deeply affected by the war. Our home was destroyed, and my husband, Moatasem, was injured. We are struggling to provide basic necessities for ourselves and our young daughter, Aysel. Before the war, my husband and I dreamed of completing our education and building a better future. Today, we are simply trying to survive and hold on to hope for our daughter. If you would like to help us, you can create a donation link and share it to support our family during these difficult circumstances. Sharing our story with others can also help our voice reach more people. Thank you for your kindness, compassion, and support. Amira Shaheen

sajaj3w

My dream of completing my university education is at risk. I have not received any donations for a long time, and I am unable to pay my tuition fees.

Please help me continue my studies and keep my dream alive. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a difference.

Thank you for your kindness and support. ❤️🙏

My name is Saja, a 22-year-old student from Gaza who dreamed of a future built on accounting and information technology. The war changed eve

Verified by @gazavetters (#617

storyweavingspider

Ay if you Black and make art/music/write/whatever, reblog this post showing it and link your shop/sites/paylinks/etc. so people can buy your stuff or send you money.

If you non-black, reblog this when you see it and if you only see one or two additions on the stack, check comments to see if you can reblog a longer version. Pretty much all my shit is free to read/listen to, so send your money to other Black folks in the reblogs instead and help boost their art.

Writing:

Weaving the Stories, poetry compilation

Chasing Uncertainty, poetry compilation/Transfeminist Womanism theory

General longer-form theory can be found at my site, anons.ee

Audio:

A recorded version of Weaving the Stories can be found on Bandcamp, YouTube, and streaming platforms.

sins-of-sodom

i dont have a paylink site but id just appreciate traction! follow me <3 commission me actually!!!! im gonna link a bluesky account in the near future, stay tuned for that ~

(some of these are unfinished)

rabbitkinglune777

wanted to reblog this again to boost and add some pieces to the thread too

ahmadlashinew

THE FIGHT ISN'T OVER YET

Alhamdulillah, my mother survived the surgery! But she is still in a critical stage, and we are facing an immediate crisis: we urgently need $120 to cover her post-op treatment and medication TODAY.

The Goal: $120

The Solution: Just 6 people giving $20 right now will fully secure her care.

We are so close to bringing her home safe. Please don’t stop helping us now donate immediately and help us clear this final hurdle. 🔗 Donate here 💳 PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser

husamthaher

We had to start over, but our fight to save our children hasn’t stopped. Please help Husam’s family reach safety.

Dear friends and kind hearts,

My name is Husam. I am a university lecturer and software developer from Northern Gaza. For the past three years, my family and I have been living through a nightmare, trapped in this devastating crisis.

A year ago, many of you showed us incredible humanity. Thanks to your kindness, we managed to raise $8,000 to help evacuate my family and get urgent medical care for my injured children. We felt a glimmer of hope.

But tragically, our hope was cut short. GoFundMe locked and closed our previous account, and we lost access to everything we had built together. It was a heartbreaking setback during an already impossible time. Today, my wife Wesal, our three children (Aseel, Sally, and Yaseen), and I are still crowded inside a school shelter, struggling every day just to survive. Two of my children are injured, and one urgently needs complex medical treatment in Europe that is completely unavailable here.

We refuse to give up on our children’s lives. We have just launched a brand new, fully verified GoFundMe campaign with the help of my brother who lives in Europe, who will securely manage the funds to pay Al-Majd Foundation for our official evacuation contract and medical travel.

Here is our new official link:

My name is Husam Thaher. I am a professional software developer … Husam Thaher needs your support for Urgent Medical Evacuation and Support

We are starting from scratch, from $0. We urgently need your help to rebuild the momentum we lost.

How you can help us today:

Donate if you can: Every single dollar brings us closer to securing our evacuation contract and getting my child to a European hospital.

Share this post: Re-blog this, share it on your other social media platforms, and send it to your friends. Because our previous account was closed, we need to reach as many people as possible to rebuild our voices.

Thank you for not forgetting us, for your transparency, and for standing by Aseel, Sally, Yaseen, Wesal, and me. You are our only lifeline.

saveaboud

MY CONDITION IS CRITICAL. I MAY DIE IN GAZA.

My oxygen cylinder is empty. If you stand against Zionism, please repost this.

saveaboud

Tonight, I am trying to raise enough for a new oxygen cylinder. Without it, I do not know how much longer I can keep going.

Chuffed - PayPal - Verified

saveaboud

My little siblings depend on me. If I die, they will be left alone in this nightmare.

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aboud-lives

My account has been shadow-banned.

If you see this, please repost and follow.

it can bring me out of it.

warilywittyservant

My name is Obaida Jaafar. I am 19 years old, and I am from Gaza.

I never imagined that my life would become like this.

Before the war, we had a home, a normal life, and dreams for the future. Then everything changed. My father was killed, and with him, the sense of safety that held our family together. Our home was destroyed, and in a single moment, everything we had was gone. 🏠💔

Today, my family and I live in a small tent by the sea. ⛺🌊 We are seven people struggling to survive each day with very limited food, clean water, and basic necessities.

I became responsible for my entire family overnight. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Not because I was ready, but because there was no other choice. My younger siblings depend on me for everything, and every day I worry about how I will provide for them.

My sister is trying to continue her university education. 🎓 She has worked so hard for her future, but she may lose that opportunity because we cannot afford her tuition fees.

Some time ago, a kind friend created a fundraising campaign for me. That campaign gave my family hope during one of the darkest periods of our lives. Unfortunately, my friend later faced serious family problems, and his mother forced him to stop helping me. As a result, the campaign was closed, and I lost the only fundraising support my family had.

Since then, I have been struggling on my own.

Without a campaign or support, I honestly do not know how to meet my family's basic needs. There are days when finding enough food for everyone feels impossible. The weight of responsibility is overwhelming, but I keep going because my family has no one else to rely on. 😢💔🥺

For those who would like to support me directly, I have added my PayPal information in my bio.

If you are kind enough to help me create a fundraising campaign, or if you would like to reach out to me, please contact me. Your support could give my family hope again and help us through this incredibly difficult time. 😢🙏💔

📱 WhatsApp: +970593243264

📸 Instagram: @jaafar42007

🎮 Discord: obaidajaafar

Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for your kindness, your prayers, and your support. Every share, every message, and every donation means more to my family than I can express. 🙏🤍

samah-2

Urgent 🚨

I’m honestly not sure what to say anymore.

At the beginning of this month, our campaign was at $28,679.

Today, after an entire month of hoping, sharing, and asking for help, we are only at $28,756.

That’s just $77 raised this month.

Some people may see that as just a number.

I see the days that passed.

The children who are still depending on me every single day…

Support has become painfully slow, and I’m scared of what that means for my family moving forward.

If you’ve ever thought about helping, please don’t keep waiting for someone else to do it.

My children and I still need your support.

Every donation matters. Every share matters. And right now, we need both more than ever.

My campaign is verified by @bilal-sala7

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maigaza96

Between life and death, there is only $697.

My mother is in the ICU, and her life depends on an urgent, life-saving surgery that costs $700.

For three whole days, we haven't received a single donation. Three days of absolute silence and agonizing waiting.

The heartbreaking reality? We have only raised $3 out of $700.

My mother is slowly dying because we cannot afford her treatment.

The amount someone might casually spend on a cup of coffee is literally the price of my mother’s next breath.

We don't have the luxury of time. We don't have the luxury of pride. We need your help immediately.

Please donate whatever you can; even $1 makes a huge difference.

If you cannot donate, reblogging this is a must. It might reach someone who can help save my mother's life before it's too late.

💳Donate here ➡️PayPal ✅Verified fundraiser