monsoon is right around the corner. starting to prepare for thukpas and dough drop soups i can never have enough of. i do not have a pair of shoes not ruined by previous years' rains, it gets so muddy and dirty when it rains here due to the lack of a drainage system. i hope i get to spend more time indoors and have a stable wifi.
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.
Look, look, this is happening right now! Look, an attack on a residential building! Look how the flames are consuming the bodies of martyrs and children! My God, this is hell, I swear! And you're still watching and remaining silent?
My friends, please listen to me and understand what I'm saying. I swear the war here is not over. We still live in fear every single day. Every day we hear the sounds of shelling, and every day innocent people and children are targeted, their only crime being that they were born here. We are not asking for the impossible. We simply want our children to live in safety, to wake up without fear, and to sleep without their homes being shaken by explosions.
A house near me was evacuated a little while ago, and just minutes later it was completely destroyed right before our eyes. How can you say the war is over? I swear it's not over, and we live in terror every single day. 💔😭
To everyone reading my words: Remember that behind the news are real people living through this suffering moment by moment. And amidst these harsh circumstances, we are still facing another hardship. My sick nephew needs another operation, and we still need 700 euros to cover the costs. Every help or share of our words could make a huge difference to us during this difficult time. 💔😭
If my nephew isn't saved and doesn't get his surgery, he'll be one of the victims of this genocide. I can't bear to lose any more of my family. Please don't let me lose hope in you. We still need 700 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please donate, donate so I don't lose him. Donate! 💔😭
Oh my God, look, look! One of the victims of this massacre is a woman. Tell me, what did she do to deserve this? Oh my God, I swear I feel like I'm in a dream. And sadly, everyone is just watching and doing nothing. Please, please save us so we don't end up like them. Please save us! I don't want to die, and I don't want my sick nephew to die either. We still need 700 euros, and everyone is just watching and doing nothing. Please donate, donate to save my nephew! Donate, donate! 😭💔
From a hospital bed… Najah is calling out to you .💔
My name is Najah. I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room. I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for my return.
Today I am writing to you with a tired hand… but my hope is not tired. The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve, but time is not unlimited, and support makes the difference.
Imagine that a very simple decision from people who do not even know me could be the line between pain and healing, between staying on this bed and returning to life again.
Here, on this bed, every small act of support can turn into a heartbeat of hope, a chance to stand again, and a real beginning of recovery.
Pain is hard… and waiting is harder… but the hardest part is knowing that survival is close, yet still needs just one small step.
I am not asking anyone to carry this burden alone. All I need are hearts coming together through small steps that complete this journey.
With your support, I can rise, and with your support, I can return to my dreams, and with your support, my name “Najah” can truly become “success.”
Please… do not let this message pass in silence. One step from you could be the beginning of a new life for me. 💔
Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah
She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.
Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her
Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her
Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!
Najah lives with her family in extremely harsh conditions where suffering and illness are deeply intertwined. Her husband is injured and urgently needs surgery, but he is unable to receive treatment, which places an even greater burden on the family and leaves Najah carrying the responsibility alone.
Amid this hardship, life in the tents becomes even more difficult, with the spread of insects and rodents causing illnesses and infections, especially among children. Every day turns into a struggle for survival in unsafe and extremely difficult living conditions.
Please… do not leave Najah and her family alone. 💔
Time is passing harshly, the need is urgent, and every moment of delay increases the pain and weakens hope.
Sharing this message or donating even a small amount could be the real difference between continued suffering and the beginning of a new life.
Do not underestimate a small step from you.
it may be the reason a whole life is saved. 💔
From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
Gaza is being pushed further into silence but the suffering hasn’t stopped.
Hunger is getting worse. Illness is spreading faster. Survival is becoming harder every single day.
We are living in unbearable conditions, insects everywhere, rats around us, disease spreading, and almost no access to medicine or basic needs.
My father is still fighting his illness. He needs urgent treatment but even the simplest medication is out of reach.
We are doing everything we can but it’s no longer enough.
We urgently need your humanity and your support.
Donate and share.
📌📌📌 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.
📌📌📌 My main account @ahmadwaleed55 was suspended, so I will be using this account to continue sharing my family’s campaign and updates.
I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭
Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.
I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.
My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭
I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹
Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world
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My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he
hi!! if you could only read 10 poems again, which would those poems be? I just went through all of my collected poetry and created a top 10 list of poems that mean the most to me, and i thought it was a really fun and challenging exercise! i'm curious if we have any poems in common <3
OUGH. okay hardest question ever. keeping in mind those would be the only 10 poems I could ever read, I picked ones that are seminal to me & my relationship with poetry
“The Same City” by Terrance Hayes
“Magdalene—The Seven Devils” by Marie Howe
“October” by Louise Glück
“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O’Hara
“Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.” by June Jordan
“With regard to the saints, one must admit that howsoever different and elevating their teachings may have been as compared to those of the merely learned, they have been lamentably ineffective. They have been ineffective for two reasons. Firstly, none of the saints ever attacked the Caste System. On the contrary—they were staunch believers in the System of Castes. Most of them lived and died as members of the castes to which they respectively belonged. So passionately attached was Jnyandeo to his status as a Brahmin that when the Brahmins of Paithan would not admit him to their fold, he moved heaven and earth to get his status as a Brahmin recognized by the Brahmin fraternity. And even the saint Eknath, who now figures in the film “Dharmatma” as a hero for having shown the courage to touch the untouchables and dine with them, did so not because he was opposed to Caste and Untouchability, but because he felt that the pollution caused thereby could be washed away by a bath in the sacred waters of the river Ganges []. The saints have never, according to my study, carried on a campaign against Caste and Untouchability. They were not concerned with the struggle between men. They were concerned with the relation between man and God. They did not preach that all men were equal. They preached that all men were equal in the eyes of God—a very different and a very innocuous proposition, which nobody can find difficult to preach or dangerous to believe in.”
— Ambedkar, “A Reply To The Mahatma”, re: Bhakti saints
The ruling Bharatiya Janata Party received nearly ten times more donations than all other national parties combined in FY 2024–25, with contributions exceeding ₹6,074 crore from 5,522 donations, according to a report by the Association of Democratic Reforms.
The ruling Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) received nearly ten times more donations than all other national parties combined in the financial y