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I am Anas Basil, a recent high school graduate with dreams of pursuing a degree in e-business management and building a career. However, due to my family's financial hardships, I enrolled at Khan Younis Training College (KYTC), affiliated with UNRWA. Sadly, the war has turned the college, once a beacon of hope and education, into a shelter for displaced families, stripping it of its educational purpose.
I completed high school with a 93% average, filled with excitement about continuing my education and securing a job to support my family. But like so many others, the war has shattered those dreams.
My Brother’s Dream: My younger brother, Ahmed, is 14 years old and in the third grade of preparatory school. We’ve always called him "Doctor of the Future" because of his intelligence and his natural talent in mathematics. Unfortunately, this is the second year he has been deprived of schooling due to the conflict.
Our Life in Displacement: The war forced our family to flee to Rafah, where we lived in a tent for several months. Each day, my brother and I would wake up to fetch water, gather wood, and light a fire to prepare food. Survival became our daily task, but we never gave up hope. The conflict affected us deeply, but it did not extinguish our dreams of education and a better future.
🚀 How Your Donation will Help us:
We are seeking €29,000 to help Ahmed and me leave Gaza, continue our education in Egypt. More importantly, it will allow us to support our family, who have been deeply affected by the harsh conditions and skyrocketing costs of living due to the ongoing war in Gaza.
We've outlined how your donations will make this possible. You can find all the details in the campaign link below.
👉 Donation link: 🔗https://gofund.me/ace8d602
Your contribution will not only help us escape the war-torn reality we live in but also give us the opportunity to rebuild our futures.
Every donation, no matter the amount, brings us one step closer to our goal.
With deepest gratitude,
Anas & Ahmed
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A family trapped in Gaza appeals for help to survive
A call for help from Gaza: A family searching for safety
Hello, I am Mahmoud Al-Sir, married to Sherine Hussein, and I live with my father and mother
We live in the midst of the ongoing hellish war in Gaza, trapped between walls of fear and despair
We struggle daily to survive in an environment full of threats and dangers.
I lost my source of livelihood, which made me unable to provide for my family's needs and ensure their safety. The war destroyed our home, forcing us to flee repeatedly and making us homeless.
e are now facing great difficulty in providing a safe place to live, clean clothes, and food. In addition, my father suffers from asthma and needs constant treatment, and my mother had an eye operation earlier, and the summer heat and cooking over a fire greatly affected her eyes.
Our only hope now is to escape this ongoing nightmare and find a safe haven for our family. However, this requires huge financial costs. The coordination fee to cross the border is $5,000 per adult, an amount I cannot afford alone
We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the costs necessary to escape to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for my family and ensure their safety.
We desperately need your support. Any donation, no matter how small, can help save our lives. Thank you for your concern and support during these difficult times.
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Dear friends, loved ones and supporters
This is my story, like many Gaza stories
I… Shery Alserr needs your support for Help shery family
Emergency: Help my family survive and start a new life
Hello everyone, thank you for taking a moment to read our story.
I am Hazem Shawish, and I am trying to save my family from this war.
We live in Gaza, where we face significant challenges due to the current situation.
My family consists of 11 members, including my mother, two daughters, four sons, and three children.
Hello everyone, I hope you take a minute to read our story.
I’m Ha… Hazem friend needs your support for Help my family survive an
In the shadow of conflict, our family has faced unimaginable hardships. The passing of my father, a victim to the cruel grasp of hunger and inadequate healthcare, left a void in our lives, underscoring the fragility of our existence here. My brother, Samer, battles bipolar disorder, a condition exacerbated by the ongoing war and the severe shortage of essential medications. Without access to the necessary treatment, his life is at risk, and we live in constant fear for his well-being amidst the chaos that surrounds us. These personal tragedies have deepened the urgency of our situation.
Every day is a struggle for survival, and each night is filled with prayers for a brighter tomorrow. Yet, amidst the darkness, we hold onto hope, seeking solace in the belief that one day, the clouds of war will dissipate, and we will find the peace and stability we so desperately crave. Until then, we endure, clinging to the threads of our resilience, and nurturing dreams of a safer, healthier future for us all.
Our home, once a sanctuary of love and warmth, was destroyed, displacing us into a life of uncertainty and fear. The laughter of my children and my sister's daughters, once the music of our home, is now silenced by the echoes of conflict. They deserve a future where education and happiness are not just dreams but realities.
Our entire neighborhood In Gaza Before and after
we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money, but it was bombed and we have nothing now, pic of our supermarket
But our challenges are not just physical; they are emotional and psychological. The loss of my father and the imminent threat to my brother's life weigh heavily on us. My mother, who has endured so much, faces the unimaginable fear of losing another child. For her, for my brother, for my children, and for the future of our family, we seek a new beginning.
We dream of a place far from the sounds of war we want to be safe with my family we dream to move to Egypt to save ourselves
This journey is more than a physical relocation; it is a quest for dignity, for normalcy, for the very essence of what makes life worth living. We seek to restore what conflict has stripped from us: our home, our health, and our hope.
We turn to you, not just as donors, but as fellow humans who understand the power of compassion and community. Your support, in any form, is a beacon of hope in our darkest times. It represents solidarity and a shared belief in the sanctity of life and the right to a safe and peaceful existence.
Our dream is simple yet seems a world away: to escape to Egypt.
for children to pursue education and a life unshaded by conflict, and for us to honor my father's memory in a land of peace.
However, this dream bears a significant cost, one that is beyond our reach. For each of us to make this journey, to cross borders towards a life of safety and dignity, we estimate the need for at least $5,000 per person. This sum covers the complex tapestry of legal, travel, and initial resettlement expenses.
Thank you for hearing our story, for your empathy, and for considering standing with us as we embark on this journey to a new life. 🇵🇸🍉❤️🩹🙏
With heartfelt gratitude, Hazem
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I haven’t seen a similar post on tumblr, but here’s a few places to donate money and find means to support those in Palestine-
Pious Project provides menstrual care kits as well as soap, shampoo, disinfectants, etc
Gaza Esims lets you donate Esims- these are used to connect to the internet and keep communication going in and out of the country
Operation Olive Branch is a spreadsheet of Gofundmes for families seeking funds to flee the country, each having a link to sponsor them
Here's a reading list from Decolonize Palestine
Stop Gaza Genocide is a google doc that is constantly updated, which includes how to contact representatives, how to protest, and various activist resources (US centric)
Samidoun provides a constantly updating calendar of protests, and you can submit ones not listed if there’s a protest happening near you (Global)
UNRWA and Care for Gaza are orgs that directly provide general aid and food
Lastly, while not inherently about Palestine, I do want to encourage everyone reading this that If you see a post regarding Palestine- a video, a photo, a livestream, a text post- Archive it with the Wayback Machine. When digital information is prone to deletion and censorship, we cannot afford to lose something as valuable as knowledge.
Yeah I don’t think you came home to Judaism, I think you came home to the white supremacist you always had within and no amount of name changes really erases that your white AMERICAN instinct to support genocide seems to have won out. You straight spat in the face of any mutual of color you ever had with this Bunnie and cemented that you are in fact a loser whose opinion and work is not worth anyone’s time 👋
Sorry I think if you’re white convert from the American Midwest you shouldn’t really talk about a cultural experience like you know about it but that’s just me. 💀
hi. go buy esims for gaza. go preorder a kufiya from hirbawi. buy insulin for palestinian diabetics who need that help. if you live in the states use this to email your reps (this takes maybe 5 seconds to do). check out this massive list of resources where you can educate yourself in a meaningful and actionable way even if you don't have the financial means right now. from the river to the sea palestine will be free. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
Jeongyeon’s dreams often reflected the events of her day. Something that she hated with every ounce of her soul.
There were times when the dreams were sweet, like the one she had on her first anniversary with Jihyo. Or the one after her raise at work. Those were nice dreams.
But, usually, her dreams only reflected the negative. The ugly reality of her days’ troubles.
Falling asleep on the train and ending up an hour away from home. The little fender-bender Momo had gotten in when they were on the way home from karaoke. Bombing her last semester so bad she could barely recover.
It was a part of her mind she could never fully control, and tonight was no different.
Just one quick, slumbering thought about cooking, and suddenly Jeongyeon was taken back to their kitchen, chopping away at vegetables while Jihyo stirred the pot behind her.
….
Jeongyeon wasn’t the best cook by any means. Not even second place. Momo had her beat in that department for years and, recently, Nayeon had gotten some decent recipes down with her wife’s help. Mina knew how to cook well too, though she barely had the time to do so anymore. A shame, since her rosé pasta was to die for…
Anyway, it was clear Jeongyeon wasn’t the best cook. But she considered herself just as resourceful as she was careful.
That must’ve been why it came as such a shock when-
“Ow, fuck!”
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Jihyo was on her before the first droplets of blood could even fall onto the cutting board.
The knife clattered to the side when Jihyo casted it aside, tossing it as if it were to blame for Jeongyeon’s pain, not the hand that guided it.
“I-it’s alright,” Jeongyeon stuttered, suddenly jumpy at being the center of Jihyo’s focus —something that she felt hadn’t happened in some time. Or maybe it had? Either way, she couldn’t help but be wracked by nerves, with Jihyo’s touch and impending trouble making her way over.
She was already going to make a fool of herself later, she could feel it. And having Jihyo worried about her (already) was a problem.
She might not be mad at her yet. Accidents happened. Of course they did. Still, when the inevitable began to pile up, there was no way she wouldn’t stack this onto the tower of issues. Because Jeongyeon was supposed to be careful, supposed to be the levelheaded one of them both. But in the battle between herself and a soon-to-be-therapist, how could she even stand a chance?
“Let me get the bandaids,” Jihyo rushed off, pressing a paper towel into Jeongyeon’s hands, the pot in front of the stove close to simmering over.
Jeongyeon had the sense to turn it down, though not without watching the liquid dance in the pot for a few more seconds. The broth had thickened with time, obvious in the way the bubbles clung and stuck to the edge of the pot, daring to spill over the edge, but not getting there quite yet.
They were tame for now.
Even still, Jeongyeon found herself turning the heat down, putting off the possibility of a future mess. Hopefully.
“Ok here we go.” Jihyo reentered with the box of bandaids, wearing a completely different shirt than before. She hadn’t stained Jihyo’s clothes somehow, had she? The worry of inconveniencing her, yet again, bubbled inside. So much she couldn’t even bring properly appreciate the bareness of her girlfriend’s shoulders in her crop top. Not even Jihyo’s sculpted stomach. If anything, she felt a certain unease at her lack of feeling.
Jihyo, who’d always been her rock. A place to ground herself after a long day. If all she could feel was nerves, that certainly wasn’t good.
She tried not to think too hard on it as Jihyo grabbed for her bloodied finger, bandaid in hand. She was just about to press the quilted pad of it to the wound when-
“-hyo?”
A muffled voice, followed by a light knock at the door. That’s all it took for Jeongyeon’s heart to jump into her throat before plummeting all the way to her gut.
It was also all it took for Jihyo to drop the box in Jeongyeon’s hands and scamper out of the kitchen.
“Sorry Jeong, let me get the door and I’ll be right back.”
There was an attempt to smile in understanding, despite the aching throb of her finger. A plastic smile that persisted through the motions of wrapping her bandaid tight, sealing up the cut before it could drip any more. And, being the careful person she was, Jeongyeon tucked 2 more in her pocket. Just in case.
The pot started to bubble up again, but Jeongyeon didn’t move. Her ears were trained on the sounds just around the corner. There was talking, a little giggling, then the apartment door eased open again, bringing Jihyo back inside... and Sana in tow.
This time, Jeongyeon was treated to the noisiness of Sana’s keychains (yes, plural) dangling off the strap of her purse. In fact, it was that noise that forced her to look in Sana’s direction in the first place.
Bright orange socks, baggy jeans she was almost swimming in, and an orange t-shirt to match. It was well-worn, clear from the small tatters in the seams, the faded letters across the front. But that didn’t stop it from being just as blinding as it might have been when it was new.
Or maybe Sana being… Sana, just amplified that brightness tenfold.
“We shouldn’t be that much longer. You can make yourself comfy until then!”
The hand that Jihyo had pulled Sana in by was quickly let go, but Jeongyeon found herself blankly staring at the space where their hands had been joined. If either of them noticed the woman’s stare frozen there, they didn’t say a word. Sana greeted her like it was any other day.
“Hey Jeongyeon- oh! Do you want any help?”
Jeongyeon had stepped away from the cutting board, leaving plenty of room for anyone to take her place. It could’ve been a two person job, sure. But if Jeongyeon was as out of sorts as she was, it would be a lot easier for Sana to simply take over. Wouldn’t it?
“I think we have it all covered here, right?” Jihyo filled in the gaps of her nonexistent answer, looking pointedly at her girlfriend.
She hadn’t answered Sana, but she felt compelled to answer to Jihyo.
With Sana, she could pretend the hesitancy was apart of her personality, her clumsy was of adjusting to a new person. With Jihyo? There was no way to put up an act like that.
“I think so. Yeah. Got it covered.”
A decent enough answer. Incredibly convincing and not strangely delivered at all….
Well, maybe to some. But definitely not Sana.
“Come on,” the woman rolled her eyes, treading further into the kitchen, “I couldn’t let you two do all the work. Here!” Sana turned up the heat on the pot again, sending the bubbles back into a sticky boil, speeding up a process that Jeongyeon personally would’ve taken more time with. “I’m guessing you were in the middle of this, right? Anything else you need me to add in the meantime?”
There was a little tickle of annoyance under Jeongyeon’s nerves, but Jihyo’s fond smile kept it buried for just a bit longer.
Even if that smile wasn’t directed at her.
“No worries, I’ll keep an eye on it,” Jihyo had grabbed for the ladle on the wayside, stirring the pot so Sana wouldn’t have to, “I took the meat out to slice, so I’ll put it back in with the veggies when I’m done.”
Right. The vegetables.
As soon as Jihyo brought it up, Jeongyeon remembered too. They both looked towards the cutting board at the same time. And Sana, seeing where they were both focused, looked too.
A board with a diced onion, an untouched pepper, and only half of a chopped carrot. All highlighted by the small smear of red at the edge of the counter.
Jihyo sighed.
“Actually Sana, can you finish cutting up the vegetables over there? There’s only a little left. That way Jeongyeon can take a break if she wants.”
She placed a gentle hand against Jeongyeon’s back, though she could barely register it there. In fact, she hadn’t even registered Jihyo moving away from the pot in the first place. All she could think about was how her girlfriend was essentially dismissing her.
Some sort of sickening feeling was building up inside her, and she absolutely hated it. It burned deep, just like the tears that were fighting to sting at her eyes. Her fist clenched so tight the barely-healed cut reopened, a slow trickle of blood pattering onto the floor.
“Ah, Jeongyeon! You’re bleeding.” Sana’s eyes darted between the wound, the knife on the counter, and the bandaid now stuck to the floor. “Did you cut yourself earlier?”
Jeongyeon couldn’t find it in herself to respond. It pissed her off. It pissed her off so bad that Sana was asking the obvious. Wasn’t it obvious how she’d hurt herself? Why ask? Wasn’t it obvious what cut her deep? What had her seeping out onto the floor like this?
Yeah, she’d go take that break Jihyo had offered.
“I’m… gonna go get another bandaid.”
Her brain couldn’t recall much of the journey out of the kitchen. No noise, no sensation. In a blink, she was in the safety of the bedroom, leaned back against the door, lip quivering as she thought about what to do next.
The chair, she thought. She felt so heavy, she just had to sit. It clattered loudly when she practically fell back into it. It was one of those times Jeongyeon wished they had a carpeted floor in the room, potential stains-of-varying-kinds be damned.
Maybe she was being dramatic. No, she knew she was. But it stung more than usual. More than a nick, more than a paper-cut. As for why, she was unsure. And the best thing she could do with a feeling she was unsure of was ignore it. Ignore the aching feeling in her chest. Ignore the urge to cry it out.
With the need to busy her hands, she found herself fiddling through the papers on the desk.
A torn takeout menu. The food was good, but cold. An old gas bill. Fun. Some copies of the files from work…. yeah. She could work with that.
So began her practice of sorting out her furry clientele into different categories.
Organizing them by coat length. Dividing them by fur color. Sorting them in order of youngest to oldest. Wether it was a few minutes or several, Jeongyeon wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was the slowing of her heart rate, gradually and surely. Until-
"Jeongyeon, what's going on?" Jihyo asked as soon as she padded into the bedroom.
The look on her face had Jeongyeon sick, making her avert her eyes anywhere else, just to keep her stomach from lurching. Back to the papers while she thought of what to say. But she was fed up with those questions, about how she was doing when she clearly wasn’t the focus, shouldn’t be the focus. Not when Jihyo’s current thoughts were all about Sana, Sana, Sana.
As they rightfully should be.
"What’s the matter?" Jihyo tried again, "Why are you in here? Why’d you leave?”
Because it was needed.
"What… do you mean?" Were the words that Jeongyeon decided upon, hopelessly acting as if anything that happened in the past however minutes was normal behavior.
"What do I mean?” Jihyo’s eyes widened, even if Jeongyeon didn’t see them head on. She must be fed up now. “I mean you, sitting in here, hiding out in the room, instead of out there with Sana and I."
She walked closer to Jeongyeon, looking over her shoulders if the answer could be found among the words ‘chest line should be even with elbow’ and ‘wash last for a decrease in matting.’
"I’m not hiding out… I just… need to look over some work stuff. More dogs coming in and I wanted to look over the files."
Jihyo got even closer and god, why couldn’t she have let her be?
“Now?” Jihyo crossed her arms over her chest, “You can’t do that later? Or you couldn’t have done it earlier?”
Jeongyeon looked down at the scattered papers in front of her. It was so obvious that none of what she was doing mattered. Just nonsense work. Looking over the files? She wasn’t studying for some sort of test for a made up dog grooming exam. And Jihyo knew that too.
Her girlfriend wanted to know what was wrong with her. And now, in this room, could’ve been an opportune time to tell her she was uncomfortable, to suggest they could talk it out later. Lay it out on the table and maybe Jihyo could put two and two together.
But such a step could jeopardize what little balance they had left. What would even be the outcome of that? She didn’t want to sway Jihyo’s opinions on Sana, on relationships, on anything, just because she was a little uncomfortable and a little immature.
What should she do? What could she do?
“What’s wrong? …Do you not want to spend time with us?”
It sounded so sad. So, so sad. Jeongyeon forced herself to look up, finding Jihyo staring right back. Searching as she waited. Waited for anything to come from Jeongyeon’s mouth but… under pressure she was never quite good at responding.
A shrug.
That was all she gave in response. A shrug. And that action alone was as harsh as a slap to Jihyo, it seemed. She winced, letting the pain settle a bit, before brushing to the door.
She stopped, just in case. Just for another second. But Jeongyeon couldn’t think of what else to say that wasn’t an excuse.
Another second and Jihyo was out of the room. Back to Sana.
