Every day, my son Karim goes out in search of water, carrying what he can and returning exhausted, all so that our family can have water for drinking and daily use. Getting water has become a daily struggle, and we need $100 to buy a water tank that will help us store water when we find it and ease this heavy burden on Karim. Any contribution, no matter how small, or even just sharing this post, could make a real difference to our family. Thank you to everyone who stands with us.
Hello, My name is Mahmoud. I have a beautiful family, all thanks to God, and I support my amazing wife, and our four children, including a n
We still need just $50 to buy a water tank. Water has become a daily struggle for us, and the tank would greatly help my family store water when it's available. Any contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to our goal. And if you can't donate, sharing this post might help us reach a generous donor. May God reward you.
Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔
Over the past few days, I asked for your help to cover Eid expenses and to buy medication for my parents. Yesterday, we experienced a very nearby airstrike that caused significant damage, including damage to our tent.
We are living with fear every moment. Every minute feels uncertain, and the war has never truly ended. The situation continues to worsen, and I could lose my life at any moment.Please do not forget my family and loved ones. Any support you can provide, even to help us repair the damage, would mean so much to us. We urgently need your help.These are some photos showing the damage and the area that was bombed. Please support and help us in any way you can. We need everything.😭💔
My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
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Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔
Characters tend to get mischaracterised in fandom, because that’s probably the first thing we do when we get our hands them, but I think that the general reading of Travis specifically is so bewildering in the Sally Face fandom that it kinda irks me?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a Travis fan, I love him as much as the next depressed person with religious guilt, and I even ship Salvis pretty openly round these parts- but I think the point of his character whizzed past at lot of people’s heads, which is okay (I’m sure I’ve done this before) but i needed to talk about it:
Travis is not a ‘UwU soft boy’ who picks on Sal because he has feelings for him. Even if it were so, the gang has something that he will never have- freedom. They might be considered the weird kids of the school but they do whatever they want, they’re open about who they are, and they feel free to do it. They dress how they want, they talk how they want- Larry being a metalhead who listens to unconventional music , Sal being a crossdresser who doesn’t adhere to typical notions of gender expression, and Todd being openly gay.
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Travis wants what they have, even subconsciously. When he is constantly tripping over himself to fit into a tightly bound box, they seem to completely ignore it. So he revolts instead. I hate to say ‘he’s just jealous’ but.. to my interpretation, that’s where his hatred and anger boil over. They’re already there, groomed into him from a young age, and where else can he get it out? If he even tried to stand up to his father, the results would be bloody.
Even if he gets out of the situation that he’s in which is likely not possible in canon, because of the fact his dad basically implements the cult into every aspect of Nockfell, Travis probably won’t get to a place with himself that allows him to do this anytime soon. Not after a lifetime of being abused by his father and growing up in the cult disguised as a church. That leaves a scar (yk what else leaves a scar? Kenneth’s gu-)
I grew up in the church myself. In a very religious country, in a very religious area, and in an even more religious family. And though my personal level of torment was NOT at the level Travis experienced, and I’m sure others have experienced worse then me, my faith did irreversible damage to my psyche. I believed I was being constantly under surveillance, that even the smallest sin would condemn me. I believed that I was a sin myself, because I just couldn’t understand, and I worked and thought differently to others. I was terrified of doubting my religion to any degree. Learning about other religions was a genuine risk to me because I could feel a slither of possibility God was not real. God hates the sin, not the sinner- but there is nothing pure about me, so I am the sin itself.
My point is, I was operating out of guilt, fear and shame- and so is Travis, to an insane extent. His father was pushing it onto him, so he was pushing it onto others. We all know Travis is gay and the we like to joke about it and how pathetic he is, but he was really being fed on constant hatred. That is what he’d been taught. He’s not just ‘afraid to accept it’ but he genuinely, genuinely believes that he is condemned. He genuinely trusts that there is a hell after death, and that because he is in love/likes someone that is where he doomed to go.
But that’s not to necessarily make his behaviour okay, because he’s starting the cycle again. Spewing hate -> spewing hate -> spewing hate. But for him he has no other option because nobody has ever taught him that he doesn’t need to keep the cycle going and because all that he’s come victim to is genueily horrendous.
His behaviour is a trauma response. It doesn’t make his behaviour any better, but it’s a trauma response. REASON, NOT EXCUSE.
Travis is a masterfully written character, he has so much depth that I haven’t even discussed here and His character serves as a reminder as to how religion can push children into a system of fear and shame, and how if they’re not taught any better, they will carry on to do the same to others.
I write this post with a heart filled with both pain and hope. I live in the Gaza Strip, where the simple details of daily life have turned into a real battle for survival.
The situation here has become unbearable: Food crisis: We are suffering from a severe shortage of food and clean water. Food contamination: Due to displacement and destruction, rodents and insects attack what little food we have left, rendering it contaminated and unfit for human consumption, but we sometimes find ourselves with no other options. Health situation: The lack of hygiene and the spread of pests threaten us with diseases and epidemics every day. Insecurity: We live in constant fear and lack the most basic necessities of human life.
I desperately need your support to provide clean food and water for my family. Any donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in saving my life and the lives of my family. Please share this post so it reaches as many kind hearts as possible. Please don't let me down. All I ask of you is to get food for my family. Donate 💔😭
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No one has donated to me yet. We need 200 euros so I can buy food for my family. All I'm asking for is food. I swear, just food to survive. Please don't let me down. Please donate. I don't want us to die of hunger. Please donate so we can buy food for my family today. 💔😭
Why are you letting us down? I've only received $10, I still need $190. Are you waiting for us to starve to death? 😭😭🥺 I haven't eaten anything but a piece of bread since this morning. My stomach is aching from hunger.
No donations since yesterday, but my mother’s condition is getting worse.
She is still in the ICU, and we are still desperately fighting to save her.
Please donate or share before it’s too late.
Many of you know about my mother's health condition.
Right now, we urgently need $800.
I kindly ask anyone who is able to help us to do so as soon as possible.
I would be deeply grateful for your support during this difficult time.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Ahmed and his family are going through extremely difficult times and need you now more than ever.
A small act of help from you could change everything for them.
Lama is not just another medical case. She is a little girl who has already lost so much and is now desperately holding on to life. She looks at me with frightened eyes as if she is waiting for me to save her, while all I can do is cry because I cannot afford the treatment she needs.
My sister does not need sympathy. She needs treatment now, Every hour that passes brings her closer to losing her chance, and every day of delay could be a day she cannot get back.
My name is Ahmed, and I am writing these words from Gaza after the war changed everything in my life. I lost my leg and now live with a permanent disability, but that is not the hardest thing I have lost. The hardest part is watching my child grow up surrounded by fear and deprivation, and sometimes being unable to provide even the most basic necessities for him.
Every morning, I wake up to a reality I never chose. I live among destruction, displacement, and physical pain, yet I keep fighting to hold on to hope for my son's future. While others celebrate holidays and special occasions, we spend our days wondering how we will find food, medicine, and safety for another day.
I am not asking for pity. I am asking for a chance to live. I am asking you to hear my voice and help my story reach as many people as possible. A single share could make a difference in our lives and help us receive the support we desperately need.
Please do not scroll past my story in silence. Share it, spread it, and be a voice for a family struggling to survive under circumstances that words can barely describe.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. ❤️
My campaign has been verified and approved under verification number #23 Any support, donation, or share can make a real difference for me and my family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 🙏
From the shore of Gaza, I am writing these words while watching the sunset with my children.
There is something heartbreaking about watching such a beautiful sunset while wondering what tomorrow will bring.
For many families around the world, home is a place of safety. For us, home has become a memory. The war has taken away so much—our security, our stability, and the simple routines that once made life feel normal.
Every morning, we wake up facing uncertainty. Buildings have collapsed, schools have been disrupted, healthcare is limited, and even basic necessities like food, clean water, and shelter have become daily challenges.
In this video, you will see small moments from our lives. You will see a father trying to bring smiles to his children's faces amidst hardship. You will see children who still dream, laugh, and hope, even under circumstances no child should have to endure.
My children, Israa and Suhaib, deserve what every child deserves: the chance to learn, play, and sleep safely, and to look to the future with hope, not fear.
We are not headlines, and we are not just numbers. We are a real family who struggle every day to survive and maintain our dignity.
Many people have already turned away from Gaza. I hope you won't.
Please help us share our story. Be a voice for families whose voices are rarely heard.
If our story touches your heart, please consider supporting us. Your donation helps provide food, clean water, shelter, and other basic necessities that allow my family to keep going.
No donation is too small. Every act of kindness matters.❤️
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Thank you for reading, sharing, and standing beside a family that refuses to give up hope.
Oh my God, my wife has completely lost consciousness. Her health is deteriorating due to lack of treatment. We are living through catastrophic conditions due to the war and the blockade. 😭
We are suffering from a severe shortage of food and medicine; we are suffering from acute malnutrition.
My wife is four months pregnant. Due to lack of food and medicine, she has completely lost consciousness. Her life and the baby's are in danger, and I am helpless to do anything for her.
I feel like I am going to die. We are living in hell because of the war. I don't want to lose my wife. My wife needs treatment as soon as possible to save her life and the life of her unborn child. Please help me, don't leave me alone in this cruel world.
I ask for your help with a heart filled with sorrow, loss, and pain. I lost my mother and older brother in this war.
Therefore, I am asking for your help and compassion to save my wife's life. Is there anyone who can save my wife? We urgently need a course of treatment costing 450 euros to improve her condition.
Please donate whatever you can urgently !!! They only need €450 euros !! If 45 people who saw this donated only €10, they can save his wife! Do something, please!
MY EYES ARE SWOLLEN FROM CRYING. I CAN'T SAVE MY WIFE.
Every day I watch her struggle without the urgent treatment she needs. Fear and helplessness overwhelm me, and I don’t know how much longer we can endure this.
My daughters, Alma, Lama, and Lina, ask about their mother and cling to me in fear. I try to stay strong for them, but it gets harder every day.
At the same time, we struggle to meet our basic needs. Food, clean water, medicine, and daily essentials cost more than $200 every day, and we cannot afford this on our own.
Every day donations stop, my fear grows even more. Without your support, we cannot survive, and my family’s future becomes more at risk.
Please, if you are able, donate today. Even the smallest amount can make a real difference for my wife and my children.
If you cannot donate, please share this post. A single share might reach someone who can help.
Gaza today is broken in ways that are hard to describe. Everything has changed, and the homes that were once full of life are now just memories. Tents are everywhere, as if we are living through an ending that never ends.
Many people write about us with beautiful words, and express our pain through poetry and music, but the truth is, that doesn’t ease what we are going through. We don’t just need words, we need real support to keep going.
Every day we try to hold on, but the exhaustion keeps growing, and the fear never leaves us, especially with my father’s illness and his constant need for treatment.
Please donate to my family . If you are able to help, please don’t let this be just something you read and move on from.
Thank you to everyone who truly cares and tries to help.
📌🛑📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
