I have nothing... no medicine, no oxygen, no money, not even a safe place to sit and cry.
I am a mother from Gaza. From the south. From a land that has known nothing but bombing, death, and dust
From a neighborhood once inhabited by children playing... and now buried under rubble.Everything is destroyed. Everything is burned. Nothing remains. Even my voice is no longer audible
My only child is in my arms now...He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream. He breathes slowly, as if every breath is a miracle.His face is yellow...
His eyes are closed... His body is weak and cold as death.I feel him slipping away from me... moment by moment.And I can't save him.I just cry... I call his name... and I hold him tightly as if I'm fighting fate.
He was sick... severe pneumonia.I took him to the hospital, where they said his condition was critical.There weren't enough machines.
The doctors were exhausted, working without electricity, without medicine, without anything.But we held on to hope... despite the pain. Despite the cold. Despite the collapse of life around us.Then camethe occupation.
The army stormed the city.
The shelling began on us from every side.They bombed the hospitals. They bombed the streets. Even the places we thought were safe.I screamed as I ran with my baby in my arms.The doctors shouted, "Get out! Get out! The place is going to be bombed!"I saw children having their breathing tubes ripped out of their mouths, patients thrown into the streets, and mothers collapsing.I saw a nurse crying as she tried to save a child... then she too fell to the ground.I left the hospital, not knowing where to go.Bombs falling.
Corpses in the streets. Blood on the walls.Everything was silent... except my heart, which was about to explode with terror. I walked for a long time carrying my child...I was screaming, "Is anyone there? Is there a doctor? Is there oxygen?"But no one answered.All the doors were closed.All the faces were shocked.
And death awaited us around every corner.Now, my child is dying.With every passing minute... he suffocates more With every second... he dies more.And I... hold his little hand... and say, "Be patient, my love...
Forgive me, forgive me, I couldn't protect you."
They told me there was only one chance... to transfer him outside Gaza for treatment, and I would have to pay the exorbitant costs.
But how ? No money
I don't even have a blanket to cover him.
My home is destroyed. My family is under the rubble. No food. No water. No life.All I have left is this child... and these last moments with him
Please....😭😭💔
Help me
Before I close his eyes with my hand.Before I place him in a shroud that's too small for his tiny body. Before I bury him alone, under a tree or among the rubble...
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed H… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov
Help me... before I bury the last beat of my heart.
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I am Suad, a 63-year-old mother of six from devastated Gaza. For more than 600 days, I have lived through every kind of hell 😭bombs falling everywhere, being forced out of my home, moving from one unsafe place to another, and struggling without food or even clean water, which has already made me sick.I have no shelter, no house, and no food. The army has ordered the full evacuation of my city in preparation for erasing it from the map. Now my family and I are desperately searching for a tent to sleep in 🙏, something to eat so we can stand on our feet, and medicine to survive.
😭 I pray that my message reaches a compassionate heart who can feel the pain of me and my children. I know I may sound bothersome, but I am dying every day—of hunger, of bombing, of running from bullets 💔.
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My name is Karina, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of my… Karina Fitzgerald needs your support for Bring Hope to Su’ad Mohamme
Palestine, a mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food.
We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent, and my children are shivering from the cold.
My son Yousef, 9 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely
Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please, your donation and help will mean a lot. We have tragedies that need you. Don't ignore me.
A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.
Hello everyone, I am Haifa, a mother of three children. My family is beautiful. My house was targeted on 12/10/2023, the first day of the wa
My children need all of you. Please help me buy food and medicine for them. 🥺💔🙏🏻🙏🏻
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We have been forcibly displaced from our homes and now find ourselves without shelter, food, or basic necessities.
We urgently call on kind-hearted individuals and humanitarian organizations to come to our aid.
Every donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference in the lives of our children and families.
🚨Please help us — time is running out 🚨
My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉
Hello, my name is Karina. I'm organizing this campaign for Mahmoud Alhallaq, whose previous campaigns have been shut down or have had their
Hello hello hello! It's been a while!
A huge project that I've been working on for over a year recently just dropped - In The (Cyclical) End, a Rain World mashup I worked on with my great friend Purist, the Specter (you may recognise him from his other work, such as Terror in the City, his Metropolis remix, or his TBoI work). We also had @daszombes on board, which was a great treat and unexpected surprise!
Purist was not only kind enough to have me on board for Moon's VA, but also commissioned me for the introduction art. And now that I've given it some time, I wanted to finally upload the full, crisp PNGs of all the work I did. Stoat, our editor, did an incredible job with the parallax of all the individual layers in these artworks.
This isn't the last you've seen of me yet - while I've been very busy with my diploma, I also had the honour to paint the thumbnail for the upcoming Iterator Logs episode, which I'll be uploading after it premieres.
Catch you later! Hope you enjoy these, and please check out In The (Cyclical) End!! We all worked very hard on it!!
