Please help my friend Mahmoud if you can. His family continues to live through ordeals one after another. In the past couple of years, he has been struck with shrapnel twice, once in his back and once in his brain, his wife had to undergo cancer treatment for stage 4 cancer on her own, they gave birth to a baby but weren't able to feed him and he starved for days if not weeks, a wall collapsed on their tent and they were stuck under the rubble for 15 minutes before being rescued, and just 2 months ago, their 5 year old son passed away and now they have to pay off the debt they took on to pay for funeral expenses. Please help my friend Mahmoud @mahmoud0qassas
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I’m making this post on the behalf of Nader and his large family. Currently they are suffering in Gaza and need aid.
Nader’s father is in a battle with cancer. In Gaza, medical and other costs are extremely high due to limited infrastructure and extremely low supplies. Nader is looking to evacuate his family and get his father help, but the costs of this evacuation are incredibly expensive as well.
I don't know what more I can do. I'm doing my best to raise funds to buy medicine for my father, who is battling cancer. Please, I beg you, give us your help and donations. Please stand by me in my time of need. Please, friends, donate.
Nader is very young and is struggling to raise funds for his family and father to buy him medicine. Please stand by him and donate if you can, and share this post if you can't. We are the last hope for the people of Palestine and Gaza after all the suffering they are going through in this genocide. Please donate.
Please, help Nader and his family! They have been trying to get his father out of Gaza as quickly as possible, and donations are what ensure this process happens!
I wrote this under psychosis when the show was airing. I forgot all about this but I want to post stuff even if it’s unfinished from now on. This is a modern AU of sorts, implied to be in the same college idk here
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One very true statement and very true fact is that Duncan is tall. He’s huge actually. It’s the first thing you notice about him if not the first thing you notice in the room. Through your developing friendship with him you’ve mostly gotten used to such a difference in height between him and you and the rest of the world. But the issue is that his height enhances every aspect of his personality and you can’t take it. An overt feeling of anticipation runs through you. You feel it run through you, up your back and to your hands like a wave of static.
Sitting across him there is still a difference in eye level. Sitting next to him and seeing how small you are compared to him. He’s a polite boy, he scoots over to make room for you and always saves you a spot. But sitting by side by side is enough for you to think about how easy it is for him to place you on his lap. You try to block it out usually because it’s not the appropriate time for such musings.
But his good nature keeps you present. There was a time when the two of you were grabbing lunch at a dining hall. Which in itself was also mildly scandalous, it’s one thing to be seen with your peers around campus another to be seen with the same young man outside consistently. It was busy that day and you and Dunc squeezed yourselves in two seats at a counter. You were trying to scoot closer to him to both get farther from the rowdier strangers next you and to also exploit the opportunity to be near those big blue eyes. Upon seeing you struggle he simply grabbed the base of the chair with one hand and slid you over with ease. A smooth and cocky play if performed by anyone other than your sweet Dunc. He’s shy and sheepish as if just now realizing what he did could be seen as forward. The surprise from his strength is followed by adoration from seeing his sweet little apology for whatever he think he did wrong. It fills you with such warmth you’re grinning when you assure him it’s fine.
You grow so fond of him, you become comfortable around him entirely. You and him are a pair. You meet outside of campus for things other than grabbing a bite. He comes with you for all your errands and little shopping trips. He stands over your shoulder in the narrow busy aisles of the store to see what you’ve written down so he may make your trip quicker by doing his part in retrieving it. You feel him, broad chest and arms as you try to concentrate on your errands. He takes the basket when it starts to get heavy and reaches for what you can’t on the top shelf. He almost feels like a boyfriend.
The more you’re used to him and his consideration the more tense you feel around him at the same time time. It’s not fair he’s so so nice, helping you with what you need. He never oversteps but he’s gotten so used to you as well that it’s second nature to him to use his size out of instinct. Again when it’s busy and when his main focus is to be a good friend his priority becomes protecting you. There’s so much noise and people that his focus turns into making sure you’re safe. Crowded trains are torture to you. Duncan slots himself in between you and the rest of the full carriage. You doubt people who come in can even see you hiding behind him, he’s far too broad. It doesn’t help being face to face, leaving you to mindlessly chit chat to get through the ride. Even that proves fatal, curse him for leaning down toward you to hear you better. Once the train hit a turn too heavy and caused you to lose your balance slightly. You were caught by Duncan placing a large hand on your waist to steady you. Your side burned while he complained of lousy conductors. While he’s focused on getting you home you’re too busy fighting with yourself, because one of these days you’ll give into indulgence. It feels inevitable, to have him under you in all his size.
In the heart of devastation, hundreds of hungry souls stand in long lines, holding empty pots with trembling hands — not out of habit, but out of desperate hope. Their eyes speak louder than words, filled with exhaustion, pain, and the silent cry for survival. Children and the elderly reach out through the barriers, longing not for luxury, but for a single warm meal. Amid ruins and ashes, makeshift fires try to fill empty stomachs, but the need is far greater than what little remains. This is not just a photo — it is a call for humanity, a plea for compassion. We need us now more than ever.
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
Ibrahim is one of the Palestinians that I've known since the beginning of the genocide along with Nader. His father is currently in a grave situation as his cancer keeps spreading. With the murderous Zionists still keeping the borders close, it makes it all the more difficult for this young boy to help his father evacuate. But with the US regime now making significant changes in its political attitude towards the genocide, even putting the Settler state in a state of anxiety, there is still hope that Ibrahim can prepare to evacuate his father as soon as the border crossing opens.
Please donate to Ibrahim if you get the chance.
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I am Ibrahim, 15 years old, I seek your help and assistance to save… Ibrahim Yasser needs your support for Help Ibrahim's family e
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Thank you very much brother but please guys let me collect as much money as possible this week please my father needs immediate evacuation this week his condition is His condition is very critical. I hope everyone will share the post and donate.
This is my daughter, Salma, only three months old, born into this "cruel war that has been killing innocent people for two years and is still ongoing." Since her birth, she has felt nothing but fear and hunger, deprived of her most basic rights. She needs food, safety, and a dignified life that every child deserves. Therefore, I appeal to you from the bottom of my heart to support her and extend a helping hand to save her. Your donation today could make a difference in saving her from certain death. Donate here
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This pain will end one day, and I believe in that. We are going through great hardships, but hope has always been in my heart. The freedom for Palestine is now closer than ever🥹🇵🇸
I am Kareman, a Palestinian mother from Gaza, and we are still alive after 475 days of war that began on October 7, 2023, and ended today. However, despite being alive, pain and sorrow have not left us. Everything around us has turned to rubble. I once said, "This pain will end one day, and I believe in that," but I never imagined that the pain would follow us in this way.
We returned to our home, only to find that the pain has deepened. Our home, which once embraced us, is now destroyed. The fishing boat, which was our only source of livelihood, was consumed by fire, taking away all hope. The fishing nets and equipment, which were our means of survival, have been burned. My husband, who supported us with his work, now has nothing but memories😭💔
As for me, I was a children's teacher, teaching them to love life despite the difficulties, but my school, which was once a place of hope, is now nothing but ash. We have lost everything, but we still hold on to hope thanks to Hamoud, who gives us the strength to keep going.
Today, we need you more than ever. We ask for your help in repairing my husband's fishing boat, as we have no other source of income. If we don't get the support to repair it, we will remain trapped in a cycle of poverty and need. But if we stand together, we can rise again.
Please, don't leave our families in this dark path. Every donation, no matter how small, represents a chance for us to live again.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your continued support, and I trust that hope will return thanks to your help.
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Mohamad has been shattered by loss and now faces crushing debt while fighting to protect his sister and her five children. Your support can give them the safe, fresh start they desperately need.
We’ve reached 21% of our €20,000 goal (€4,279 raised), but there's still a long road ahead. Every euro counts, and every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
Please donate or pass this along to someone who can help.
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The generosity of strangers is something I never thought I’d have to rely on. But when war takes everything from you, kindness becomes the only thing left to hold onto.
Today, we’ve reached $2,200, and it is because of you.
💔 We have lost more than words can explain.
💔 We are still grieving, still searching for stability.
💔 But you are helping us get through this.
If you can, please help. If you can’t, a simple share means the world.
Thank you for standing with us.
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My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
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. 🌸
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