I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
URGENTTTT TO HELP A PALESTINIAN NURSE!!!
NURSE OMAR HASN'T BEEN GETTING STEADY DONATIONS! HIS LAST ONE WAS 4 DAYS AGO BUT BEFORE THAT HIS LAST DONATION WAS 26 DAYS AGO!!
DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN THE LEAST CHUFFED LETS YOU DONATE IS $1!!!
Hi everyone, my name is Omar Wadi, 22 years old from Gaza city , and I’m studying nursing and I was living a great life full of dreams to be
🆘Dear people of goodwill, This innocent child is in the hospital, suffering from difficult health conditions. We appeal to you to extend a helping hand and help save her life. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a huge difference😭https://chuffed.org/project/153965-urgent-appeal-kidney-failure-and-autism-threatens-farah
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Hey there! We’re facing a tough time right now, as my boyfriend is dealing with cancer and pancreatitis while I’ve had some medical issues that cut our income in half. Any contribution, no matter how small, would mean the world to us and help keep our lights on and food on the table for us and our three cats. If you could take a moment to click the link below to donate or share it with others, we’d be so grateful! https://gofund.me/c65da142
Hello, me and my boyfriend are a t4t couple in Logan and recently lost… Elliot Golightly needs your support for Help Two Trans Men in Logan
Asmaa Sabah Mohammed, a widow from Gaza, and her widowed mother are struggling to survive without shelter or support after displacement and loss. They urgently need medical supplies, a wheelchair, hearing aids, diapers, and a tent for winter. Any help or prayers would bring hope during this extremely difficult time. 🙏🙏🙏😭😭💔💔
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⚠️This may be my final plea. Please sympathize with my child, Farah, who suffers from kidney failure and autism. I don't want to lose her. Donate, even if it is 1 euro, to help my children who are shivering from the extreme cold Don't turn a blind eye to our suffering, the situation is catastrophic 🥹 If you cannot, share, perhaps the generous souls will support us 😭💔🙏🏻 https://chuffed.org/project/153965-urgent-appeal-kidney-failure-and-autism-threatens-farah
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Hello friends, I’m a bisexual Black man living with 2 young kids & we need help with rent and groceries again unfortunately I’ve been hit with some big expenses I didn’t expect but i wont get paid in time for rent to be due so if i could get help id really appreciate it even if thats just sharing this post.
Hello friends, I’m a bisexual Black man living with 2 young kids & we need help with rent and groceries again unfortunately I’ve been hit with some big expenses I didn’t expect but i wont get paid in time for rent to be due so if i could get help id really appreciate it even if thats just sharing this post.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
My name is Layan. I'm 30 years old and I once lived a life full of hope and ambition.I studied architecture and earned a bachelor's degree, and I worked for a private company for a while. But when the war broke out in Gaza, the company shut down and was completely destroyed, leaving me jobless and without a place to work. My husband was killed in the war, and my daughter Fatima, my sons Ahmed and Mahmoud, and I were left alone. I became the family's sole breadwinner in these extremely harsh conditions. 💔 As the bombing intensified and the violence escalated, we were forced to flee our beautiful home, which was completely destroyed, to the city of Khan Younis in southern Gaza. We lived in a small tent barely a few meters wide, but even that wasn't enough. We had to flee again to central Gaza, where we now live in a school for displaced people, moving from place to place without knowing when this tragic journey would end. With prices rising due to the closure of the crossings, I can't feed my children or provide them with the bare necessities of life. I launched this campaign hoping that those who understand the meaning of humanity in this world will help us. ❤️🇵🇸
🍉My campaign has been verified by gazavetters line (108) 🍉
Thank you to everyone who supports us, I will never forget that, I will be very grateful 💚 🇵🇸🌹
Hello, my name is Layan, I am 30 years old, and I once lived a life full of hope and ambition. I studied Architectural engineering and earne
After handling a gross rat infestation in our apartment and deep cleaning this place I fell ill. I assumed it was a seasonal cold + my usual allergies but early in the morning I had to go to the hospital because my body was fatigued and my heart rate was way too high.
I had to buy medication and will have to pay other fees which will affect my rent. I need $93 to make sure I’m able to pay. If you can donate or just share my family would deeply appreciate it