hold on let me try to invent a version of myself who can get us out of this mess [holds really still for a minute and a half and then turns to you with a flat affect] we probably should have killed ourselves an hour ago
We are living in extremely difficult conditions in Gaza. Every day is a struggle for the most basic needs like food, water, and medicine.
I spend most of my time trying to share updates and reach people, but I still haven’t been able to get enough help.
My father is very sick and urgently needs medical treatment, and I am doing everything I can to support him while we are going through this situation.
Now I am just trying to save my father and support my family.
Please help us by donating or sharing this post.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
I cannot forgive silence while we are crying out for help.
I don’t understand how anyone can witness this pain and stay silent.
My family is barely holding on, slipping closer to the edge with every moment.
One small act, one donation, one share, could be what keeps us alive tomorrow.
Just $50 from 10 people could be enough to change our fate and save our lives.
My son Hamza is going through a difficult health situation and urgently needs two surgeries (tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy) because he is having difficulty breathing.
The surgeries cost $900, and we need this amount through specific conditions. I am unable to secure it on my own.
🙏 Any help, even a small amount, will make a difference to my son Hamza's health 🙏 Please share this post so it reaches someone who can help.
At night, when everything is quiet, I just watch my children, who are not independent… not a relaxed orchestra, but because my heart yearns for fear.
We no longer have specializations… in a small tent that doesn't teach us, sharing everything, and rats. Every night there, they are without shelter or safety.
My children wake up hungry… and they even need milk.
I chose to appear strong in front of them, smiling through the pain, but inside I am broken… help to secure their most basic rights.
I never imagined things would get this bad… to be afraid of the night, of helplessness, of helplessness.
I'm not asking for much… just a chance to feed my children, a life to protect them, to give them dignity.
If there is no help, not even by doing something… it might be a reason for children to be cut down in this situation.
We are living in extremely difficult conditions in Gaza. Every day is a struggle for the most basic needs like food, water, and medicine.
I spend most of my time trying to share updates and reach people, but I still haven’t been able to get enough help.
My father is very sick and urgently needs medical treatment, and I am doing everything I can to support him while we are going through this situation.
Now I am just trying to save my father and support my family.
Please help us by donating or sharing this post.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.
getting fixated on something is funny because the first like week i have an insatiable need to tell everyone i know about it and spread the good word but by weeks 2 and 3 it becomes so intense and personal that even hearing it mentioned in public makes me sweat as if a dark secret was alluded to
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