Lady Paeonia, youngest daughter of a minor House of Glass, and her favourite custom Black Witch. Currently on the run to live her dreams as a Lancer pilot like her favourite fiction before shes forced to marry
My name is Nour, I’m 18 years old. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor—to help people, to heal, to bring hope. I studied hard and believed that education was my way out😭.
But the war took everything.💔
In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔
Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔
Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉
My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉
I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉
Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️
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Be our voice in a world that’s forgotten us. Be the light in our darkness.❤️
I am Hamza from Gaza, a husband and father of four children. Before the war, I worked and provided for my family, and we lived a simple but
I am Hamza from Gaza, a husband and father of four children. Before the war, I worked and provided for my family, and we lived a simple but stable life. Since the war began, everything has changed. We were displaced many times, and our home was eventually completely destroyed, leaving us without shelter or stability.
During this period, I was seriously injured in my hand while trying to obtain food for my children, which left me unable to work and in need of surgery I cannot afford. My young daughter Amira was also injured and urgently needs medical treatment. We have lost relatives, our home, and all our belongings, and we are now living in a tent under very harsh conditions. My youngest daughter, Aya, was born during the war and needs basic supplies and care.
I created this campaign to seek support for my family — to help cover urgent medical treatment, food, and essential needs for my children. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference and give my family hope for a safer, more dignified life. 🤍
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.
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
Guys, while the world is busy with other wars, Gaza is being forgotten.
We are still here, living through days that are harder than words can explain.
Everything is a struggle now.
Water is not guaranteed.
Food is not enough.
Medicine is almost impossible to find, and when it exists, it is too expensive for us.
And in the middle of all this… my father is sick.
He needs treatment.
He needs care.
But I cannot give him what he needs.
I watch him every day, getting weaker, and I feel helpless.
This is not just about hardship.
This is about a life that can be lost if help does not come in time.
We are doing everything we can just to survive, but it is not enough anymore.
We need you.
Help my father. Help my family. Share this.
📌 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.
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
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
…
Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
🔗 This is a verified Chuffed campaign to support family:
Campaign Update
If you can’t donate, please reblog. Visibility is sometimes the only protection we have left.❤️
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While many families around the world are gathering for iftar with full tables and safety, this is our reality.
Here, hunger is not just part of fasting. It is daily life.
We fast from dawn until sunset, but the hardest part is not knowing if there will be anything to break it with.
My family wants to observe Ramadan like Muslim families everywhere. I wish I could comfort them by saying that a warm meal is waiting at sunset, like every fasting person deserves.
My father’s health is getting worse. He urgently needs medical care and proper nutrition.
Watching him grow weaker while we struggle to provide even basic food is heartbreaking.
If you are reading this from anywhere in the world, please know that your support truly makes a difference.
Please stand with my family this Ramadan.
Help us secure food and medical care for my father.
If you cannot donate, please 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 full piece for @nova_mali project, « a Hitchhiker’s guide to Art History » !
You only have 6 days left to get on the spaceship and help us make this project real 🌟 this queer scifi artbook is gorgeoulsy illustrated by over 50 artists. Each of us reinterpreted a piece of classical art, in a scifi, pulp and inclusive spirit ! Mine is a reinterpretation of « Diana and Her Companions » by Johannes Vermeer (1655-1656).
We still need a bit of help to get this founded 🙏🌸
My son Mohammed suffers from chronic bronchiectasis and needs daily treatment and nebulizer treatments. He has developed complications and lost weight due to the war and famine, and our inability to provide these nebulizer treatments. Please help us save his life. Please help us spread awareness of Mohammed's plight.
I am Mamdouh Al-Amoudi from Gaza, a father of five children: Lana, Muhammad, Amin, Youssef, Yazan, and my wife Samia. We are currently livin
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
…
Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
🔗 This is a verified Chuffed campaign to support family:
Campaign Update
If you can’t donate, please reblog. Visibility is sometimes the only protection we have left.❤️
Some accounts are tagged to help people see this campaign. It’s not spam. If you don’t want to participate, simply scroll.
"Here, amidst the tattered fabric of a tent worn thin by winter and scorched by the sun, I stand helpless. No wall shields us from the cold, and no silence can heal my son’s wounds.
Every cry of pain from my injured little boy pierces my heart—not just because the agony is devouring him, but because I stand before him utterly powerless. How can I choose between the price of a bottle of medicine to soothe his pain, a mouthful of food to quiet his siblings' hunger, or a tent that won't collapse over our heads with every gust of wind?
We are not living in tents; we are living in graves made of cloth, waiting for the mercy of God, which is vaster than our dire straits. My son is withering away before my eyes, and debts are closing in on me. I appeal for your help; every single dollar can make a world of difference."
"The Alaa family lived a peaceful and stable life in their beautiful home. Alaa and her… Ola Moh needs your support for Help Ola’s Family Fi
✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#514)✅
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her.
She doesn’t know the word “loss.”
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls — but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again —
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
Hi, I'm Raven, and I'm running this campaign on behalf of my friend Ayoush. Any money raised will go to her in full. Please note the campaig
Hello my friends,I am Ayoush from Gaza. You have supported me in the past to help my family, and support for my family is still available and ongoing, as they are in urgent need of your help and assistance.
But I also need your support to build a brighter future for myself.
During the war, I lost my job and my home. I lost my work as a crochet artist and my job as a teacher, so I am now in need of your help. Donations have become extremely limited, and I need to rely on myself and open a small, simple project that reflects who I am and my identity—
which is the art of crochet.I now need your support, and as an initial step, we need around $3,000 to $4,000 to start this project.
We need to build my dream together, hand in hand.You are the helping hand for me and for building my dream.
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