the horrific rape and beating of a 5 year old black girl has reached mainstream media and like clockwork people are already using her to spread radfem rhetoric and make advertiser friendly content on tiktok and instagram reels saying that she was “🍇’d”
instead of engaging with these pricks who are exploiting her trauma for personal gain, here’s how you can personally support both her and her mother:
On September 13, 2025, my daughter resided at a trusted family member's residence around the are… Antavia Kennibrew needs your support for J
this child needs as much support as she can possibly get. she is traumatized beyond belief and suicidal. again, she is merely 5 years old. please do whatever you can to remind her that she is loved and that her life matters.
EDIT:
there was some information i got incorrect in the original version of this post. she is NOT autistic. i should have done further research before claiming so. i sincerely apologize.
also, please do not reblog this post with tags wishing rape upon the children responsible for this. that should go without saying. wishing rape upon any child is genuinely disgusting behavior no matter who the child is or what they’ve done. you are not avenging victims or making survivors’ lives better by saying such things. encouraging sexual violence against kids for any reason is deplorable and ultimately continues the cycle of abuse. think before you speak.
No donations since eleven hours! Please, please, please, help Nesma and her family out. They went throught so much suffering that no human being should ever endure
hello everyone, i'm going to make this post short so more people will hopefully read through and reblog.
my friend amal @amalashuor is in desperate need of funds to support herself, her husband, and her one-year-old daughter maryam in gaza. she is vetted at #175 on the spreadsheet created by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi.
the already high costs of basic necessities in gaza are increasing, and amal needs to buy diapers, milk, cerelac, and other supplies to care for her baby. it has gotten to the point where she cannot even afford to buy herself vegetables. amal also needs money for menstrual hygiene products to avoid infections.
please, please, please help amal and her family by reblogging this post and donating what you can. even after they reach their goal of €50,000, they will need as many donations as possible to keep them going until they are able to evacuate. the least you can do is take a minute of your time to contribute. thank you all so much.
Hello, I am Amal Ashour. I live in Gaza. I am 26 years old Before the war, I was … Amal Ashour needs your support for Help me get out of Gaz
amal is now not only providing for her husband and daughter, but also her extended family as well. that means there are around 20 people relying on her campaign for support. currently it is at €46,220 / €50,000. please keep sharing and donating, they need your help.
Before the war, my husband, my mother, and I decided to go to Egypt for a vacation and to undergo in vitro fertilization. But soon, the war broke out, and we found ourselves stranded there without residency or income. We lived in a shelter for cancer patients, where we found some support from a community sharing our struggles. However, my husband’s father needed expensive monthly treatments. We began collecting donations from friends and acquaintances, trying to adapt to our new reality. Despite the challenges, we held on to hope that the war would end soon so we could return home and pursue our dream of starting a family.
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My name is Mohammed, I'm making this… Mohammed Almeshel needs your support for Urgent,Help us Recover our Home, Edu
My name is Mohammed, and I am 21 years old from Gaza. Life has never been easy for me.
I attended the best schools in Gaza and worked hard to lighten the burden of my university studies on my father, as I wanted to be independent. I am a university student studying Information Technology and was supposed to graduate this year.
I have worked in design as a freelancer with several individuals and companies, but I am currently facing difficulties due to the internet outage.
I have also worked as a designer and sales marketer with Palestinian telecommunications companies, including Jawwal.
Unfortunately, the destruction of universities in Gaza has significantly impacted my educational journey.
I strive to reduce my parents’ expenses, as they need my care at this stage in their lives, and I am the youngest child in a family of nine.
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Right now, I have lost my job and cannot continue my studies, and I don’t know if I will be able to publish this message.
I hope for your support, as my campaign is not going as I had hoped. I need your help in sharing the link or donating if possible. I am in urgent need of your support. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
From Flour to Rubble: Ismail's Journey of Resilience
Ismail, a baker from Gaza, on… Valeria V needs your support for Please Help Ismail
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
From Flour to Rubble: Ismail's Journey of Resilience
Ismail, a baker from Gaza, on… Valeria V needs your support for Please Help Ismail
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.
Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.
But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.
Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.
We are in a catastrophic famine.
We go days without food.
We faint in the street from hunger.
Our bodies are giving up.
And still… the world remains silent.
My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.
Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.
Her body is shrinking before my eyes.
And me😞?
I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.
What do you call this life?
Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.
Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.
Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.
I’m not asking for luxury.
I’m not asking for comfort.
> I’m begging for survival.
Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.
— Abdullah Al-Qassab
Gaza, Palestine
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"A Family Trying to Survive"
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Please don’t scroll past – Gaza is starving in silence.... 🙏🏻😞
After our home was completely destroyed, we have been left with nothing — no shelter, no food, no water. We are living in the open, exposed to the harsh elements, hunger, and fear.
My husband, Shadi, is seriously injured and unable to move or work. There is no access to treatment or even pain relief. His condition worsens daily.
My son, Shukri, is slowly fading. He hasn't eaten in a week. His tiny body is withering before my eyes — and I am powerless to help him.
My daughter, Mira, suffers from severe malnutrition. I have a medical report confirming her condition, but there is no medicine, no food, and no milk available.
We are desperate. My children are in pain. We have nothing left.
Please, help us survive. Every donation — no matter how small — can provide food, clean water, and medical aid. Your support can save lives.
We are clinging to hope. Please don’t turn away.
This is not just our story — it's a call for humanity.
🙏 Donate now. Save a child. Save a family.
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Fátima, de Gaza, madre de dos niños pequeños, Manar e Ibrahim. Les escribo con gran pesar, y mi dolor es indescriptible. Mi esposo, quien era mi único apoyo, resultó herido por un misil que le cayó directamente encima. Hoy está postrado en cama, incapaz de moverse, y yo sola llevo esta pesada carga. Vivimos bajo un asedio sofocante y una hambruna espantosa sin precedentes en el mundo en esta era moderna. Mis hijos sufren desnutrición severa. Sus cuerpos están débiles, su piel pálida y sus ojos lo dicen todo, indescriptible. Y no estamos solos en este dolor... 251 personas en Gaza han muerto de hambre. Sí, 251 almas hemos perdido porque no pudieron encontrar nada para saciar su hambre. No quiero que los nombres de Manar o Ibrahim se sumen a esa cifra. Han entrado algunos productos recientemente, pero los precios son exorbitantes, y no tengo nada. Juro por Dios que no pido dinero para mí, sino comida sencilla, leche, vitaminas y medicinas para que mis hijos recuperen sus fuerzas y mi esposo siga con vida. Te suplico como madre, refugiada entre la vida y la muerte... Sálvame antes de perderlos. Cualquier ayuda, por pequeña que sea, podría salvar una vida. Gaza llama, y el corazón de mi madre sangra... Ayúdanos, no nos dejes solos en esta hambruna mortal. Que Dios te recompense y haga de tu misericordia una luz para ti en este mundo y en el más allá. Umm Manar e Ibrahim - Gaza
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A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
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I am Shams from Gaza, 17 years old, a girl from a family of 7. I was in my first year of high school before the war. I loved my family, my s
I am Shams from Gaza, 17 years old, a girl from a family of 7. I was in my first year of high school before the war. I loved my family, my school, my friends, and life itself. But the war came and took everything I loved away.
The days have passed filled with loss and hunger. We no longer go to school—education has stopped, my school and home were bombed, and now my sister, her four daughters, and I all live in a single room.
We are struggling just to find a bite to eat, to have a roof that protects us from rain, rocket shrapnel, and the smell of gunpowder. Time passed, and I was supposed to take my final exams this year, but the war took away our right to education in every way.
We are facing the worst living conditions—insanely high prices for food, cleaning supplies, and medicine. We are displaced after losing our home. My father was injured while trying to find food; he suffers from a herniated disc in his back.
We are truly in need of help. Life here is almost impossible, and the conditions are extremely harsh. Please help me secure shelter, food, medical care, and at least a livable situation. A little from you can make a big difference.
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