i want to tell you about a young man, only 23, who i’ve been talking to lately. his name is aboud (@aboodgaza0) and his story is horrible to imagine and worse to experience. he lost his home, lost his baby niece to malnutrition, starved until he now weighs only 42kg (or 92 pounds). his mother is in a coma after surgery, and the hospital has no blood unless they buy it for $500 a unit. last week, he was shot in his right hand at nasser hospital by random israeli gunfire. and yet- even with one hand, even starving, even broken, aboud is still writing, still pleading, still trying to save his family, raising money for basic essentials to keep them alive.
please don't ignore or scroll past. share his fundraiser, write about him, donate if you can. even the smallest act can mean survival.
My name is Aboud, a Palestinian from Gaza. For more than 600 days, my family and I have been trapped in the nightmare of war. I lost my home
If none of these seem to fit me, let me know your pick for me!
@writetrash3 - I want to know your opinion!
@tacticalhimbo, @dontsteponthatfish @mentally-ill-vaquero, @lani-napua and anyone else who wants to do it!
fun! :) i think nine in the afternoon captures a vibe for u (it's not bc it's favourite song of the list)
which song fits my vibe?
I Know - Girls Rituals
My Barn My Rules - horsegiirL
Tonight - PinkPanthress
Ayonha - Hamid Al Shaeri
Rein raus - Rammstein
Voting ended onJul 11, 2025
tags! @thatonethey @new-austin @queersturbate (@markodragic - actually just enjoy your music taste n want your current top 5 if u wanna do it lmfao) and whoever wants to participate rly
I sadly couldn't yet finish something I was working on for pride, so have this doodle of Indy and Josías for a late small pride post 🫶 I will post the other stuff eventually, I celebrate being gay every month anyway! Stay gay! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality
Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help
I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to:
💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again.
🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity.
🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means
Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
My name is Sondos, I am 21 years old, from northern Gaza. I suffer from chronic asthma. Our house was completely bombed, my father was injured in the head, we lost all our belongings, we were displaced several times, and we have no money at all to buy treatment for me and my father, in addition to the famine, lack of access to food and clothes, and the very high prices. We have lost everything 😭💔. I have created a donation campaign in the hope of getting enough aid for me and my family 🥹. My campaign is new and I have not received any help yet. Please donate as much as you can and save us 😭. Any amount you donate will help us a lot, please 💔
Please support my campaign to help my family, unfortunately my campaign is new and I have not received any support for the moment and I am also trying to help my family, I hope you will donate as much as you can
My name is Sondos, and I am from Gaza City, specifically the northern part of the Gaza Strip. I am 21 years old and a third-year Business Ad
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