Hello, I'm Ahmed, 23 years old. I was studying computer science at the Islamic University in Gaza before the war. I aspired to build a brigh
Hello friends, I thank you very much for your continuous support, but right now I am in urgent need of you and your help. We are now in the holy month of Ramadan, which requires a lot of expenses, and there has been a significant rise in prices.
I also need to pursue my dream after losing everything. I need your support greatly—I need more than $1,500 to pay my university fees so I can receive my certificate and apply for scholarships.
You can find the images below the post.
Therefore, I am in great need of your help. I support my family, and at the same time, I am trying to achieve myself and continue my education.
In Gaza, even after the planes go silent, the echo of bombing still lingers in the sky — and the echo of loss remains in the heart.
The war didn’t just destroy our homes; it stole parts of our souls.
I am one of thousands who lived under the bombs, dreaming of peace like any other human being — to wake up without fear, to see my loved ones safe and alive.
And even now, the memories of war follow us in every corner of the street, in every child’s eyes filled with questions and pain.
But my pain is different… because I lost my mother and my sister in a single moment, in a single house — between walls that once echoed with laughter and warmth.
There is no pain like searching through rubble for a voice you used to hear every morning.
There is no heartbreak like reaching for a hand that once held yours, only to find emptiness.
Today, the war may seem to be ending, but its scars remain.
The occupation still strikes from time to time, and we are still trying to gather the pieces of our lives — to rebuild the house that became a memory, to take one more step toward normal life, to continue the path we started.
I want to return to my studies… to lift my mother’s memory from the ruins and tell her, “I made it, Mom, just like I promised.”
I want to plant a flower where our house once stood — a symbol that life is stronger than war, that we, the people of Gaza, never give up no matter how many times we are hit.
We are not asking for pity. We are asking for a chance — a chance to live, to rebuild, to open the books that were closed under the ashes.
Help us come back… help us continue what our mothers began before they left.
Help us plant hope again in this land that thirsts for life.
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My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
To everyone reading this, to every heart that feels our pain, to every person who shared, donated, or prayed — thank you, from the depths of my soul.
Your support is not just financial; it’s a message — a reminder that humanity still listens, that kindness still exists.
Every word, every share, every dollar means the world to us. It tells us that somewhere out there, people still believe Gaza deserves to live.
On behalf of my small family that remains, and in memory of my mother and sister who are gone — thank you for giving us a reason to keep going.
❤️ From Gaza, from the rubble — we still believe that goodness is stronger than war
Khan Younis… a city overwhelmed by displacement, suffocating under the weight of tents and silent screams.Families fleeing from one danger into another, with nothing but broken dreams and borrowed blankets.
Children are starving. Mothers spend the day searching for crumbs. Fathers are shadows of themselves, carrying pain they can’t express. No clean water. No food. No medicine.
This is not a page from history — this is now. In Khan Younis. In the dust and mud, among torn tents and empty pots.
Hunger is the only language left. The cries are loud, even if the world has stopped listening.
Please, don’t turn away. Every share, every donation can help.
My name is Motaz, and my wife is Huda. We got married only three months before the war. We d… Adam M needs your support for Help Feed & Hous
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Hello! My name is Anna – I'm launching this campaign in support of my friend Shams and her family, who are in Gaza. Please consider helping,
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE:
Hello friends, after reaching halfway to my goal in the previous link,
a dispute occurred with the campaign organizer, and they closed the campaign, causing a loss of part of the funds.
Therefore, I need your renewed support on my new donation link.
You can check the old link at the bottom of the page.
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.
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 have a family friend who worked at our local Salvation Army headquarters as a a secretary. This particular office took all the Christmas donations for children in need, put them in a warehouse, and on a designated day the staff and their friends picked through them all, taking whatever they wanted. She saw people hauling away bikes donated for specific families. Some local children had hundreds of dollars of gifts donated in their name, and on Christmas they received three cheap things, items likely not even from the person who sponsored them.
My friend quit, and I’ve not given them a dime of my money since then.
I deal with a lot of agencies who provide disaster relief.
I used to say the Salvation Army’s disaster services were the one (literally the ONE) good thing they did.
They would come in, set up a canteen trailer, make and pass out hot coffee and donated food in a disaster, usually being one of the first agencies to get there and the last to leave.
Then I found out.
Every time they did this, regardless of if they were actually invited or deployed by the agency in charge (usually FEMA, sometimes others) they would SELF-DEPLOY. Meanjng they would just show up. Ok. That’s not TOO bad, sometimes agencies have to take initiative and get there before the red tape is sorted out. BUT. They, after they left at the end of the incident, they would send FEMA or the host agency a BILL. They used one or two paid employees (usually the driver of the truck and a supervisor); and many VOLUNTEERS, but they would bill for EVERYONE’s Labor at standard federal rates. They would bill for the food they distributed even though it was all donated by another agency or private parties. They would bill for the coffee they made and the supplies. Except they would use electricity from the shelter location, water from donations or from the shelter, and in many cases, they would get the coffee and industrial filters DONATED, but bill for them at retail prices.
The Salvation Army is also ass to the workers. A good number of people join it, naively thinking that it’s doing good, and end up leaving cynical and beaten down. The management is hostile, if not outright abusive, and demand some ridiculous hours of it lower to mid-level staff. Don’t support these people.
Also just for even more horrific context on the original twitter thread?
Salvation Army reached out to Milknmuffins and asked what shelter she’s at with the promise to address the abuse in it. She…ended up saying where she was. She was thrown out onto the street. It’s also all on Twitter.
They invited her to a personal talk so she could explain the situation in person.
And then they threatened her with a screenshot of a rape-threat made supposedly by her:
And then threw her out into the street while claiming she broke house rules that
So yeah, the Salvation Army is a bunch of entitled assholes that will treat the most vulnerable like shit if they dare try to do anything that makes them look bad
The “Fuck Salvation Army” posts are making the rounds again, so conisder this your reminder:
Do. Not. Give. These. Assholes. A. Single. Fucking. Penny.
Your yearly holiday reminder that the folks ringing those bells think they’re doing something good, but they’re not. Please donate to a food program instead.
I remember people talking about how this post was problematic because people actually get locked in basements and therefore finding this funny makes you a bad person. And I lowkey agreed
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