sharing this post to also add that this blog and fundraiser were just vetted by @90-ghost
This fundraiser has been made to help baby Yousef and his parents, Dima and Samer to be able to escape Gaza, not only for their own lives, but also to seek treatment for Yousef, who has been struggling with esophageal varices since May 2023, and needs life saving surgery that had to be postponed due to the attacks on Gaza. Please help share and donate!
in between having taken a large break from tumblr for reasons from my personal life, the last i had seen, Dima's campaign was barely at 15 000 Euro, and now, many days later returning here, i see her campaign is STILL in the 15k range. Please don't let her campaign stagnate any more. She has come a long way since July and sorely needs the money to provide care for her son Yousef. Help her in sharing this and other posts in her blog, and please, donate something if you are able to. she is 10k euro from her goal and needs the help to keep going.
Thank you very much; you have supported me throughout my journey in this matter. @whompthatsucker1981
However, I know that society is now filled with campaigns, some genuine and others fraudulent. I urge everyone to ensure they know where their money is going. In some cases, even $1 can make a huge difference.
Please, do not neglect Youssef. The time to open the border is approaching, and I am afraid I won't have enough money for his treatment, and I don't know the exact cost of his treatment and travel.
However, your support makes it easier for me and gives me hope that there are people who believe me.
sharing this post to also add that this blog and fundraiser were just vetted by @90-ghost
This fundraiser has been made to help baby Yousef and his parents, Dima and Samer to be able to escape Gaza, not only for their own lives, but also to seek treatment for Yousef, who has been struggling with esophageal varices since May 2023, and needs life saving surgery that had to be postponed due to the attacks on Gaza. Please help share and donate!
in between having taken a large break from tumblr for reasons from my personal life, the last i had seen, Dima's campaign was barely at 15 000 Euro, and now, many days later returning here, i see her campaign is STILL in the 15k range. Please don't let her campaign stagnate any more. She has come a long way since July and sorely needs the money to provide care for her son Yousef. Help her in sharing this and other posts in her blog, and please, donate something if you are able to. she is 10k euro from her goal and needs the help to keep going.
Thank you very much; you have supported me throughout my journey in this matter. @whompthatsucker1981
However, I know that society is now filled with campaigns, some genuine and others fraudulent. I urge everyone to ensure they know where their money is going. In some cases, even $1 can make a huge difference.
Please, do not neglect Youssef. The time to open the border is approaching, and I am afraid I won't have enough money for his treatment, and I don't know the exact cost of his treatment and travel.
However, your support makes it easier for me and gives me hope that there are people who believe me.
I’m back after a long absence due to my phone being broken, and I haven’t been able to buy a new one. I'm currently using my husband’s phone to log in and communicate.
Unfortunately, we’ve gone through very difficult times. Hunger has taken a severe toll on us — we even ended up eating infested flour. Our tent was destroyed, and we lost everything due to repeated displacement.
My son, Youssef, is in a stable condition, but like any child, he longs for clean and varied food.
I kindly ask for your help in reactivating my account and supporting me during this difficult time.
I hope I can stay alive to continue updating you with our situation.
Thank you
Dear Friends,
I know you've likely come across countless campaigns and may feel overwhelmed by … Kamel Shahwan needs your support for Help
My name is Tarneem Sami, and I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City 🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉with my three children. My husband, Ahmed, was killed while trying to get supplies for us. We have fled from place to place, living in constant fear amid severe shortages of food and medicine, hoping only to survive this brutal war.
Danger is approaching us every moment, we are being subjected to brutal bombing and brutal attacks. I am very worried about my children. Please help me protect them and provide for their basic needs. Winter is coming. I want to strengthen my tent to protect us from the rain.
Amidst the Ruins of War and the Pain of Illness: A Mother's Journey to Save Her Son
One morning, the sun rose like any other day… but it wasn’t just another day.
It was Saturday, October 7th, and I woke up early, filled with hope and excitement, ready to head to my new job as a pharmacist — a dream I had long aspired to. I had landed the job just a week before the devastating war broke out. It was 5 a.m., and my responsibilities as both a mother and a pharmacist intertwined. I was preparing breakfast and lunch at the same time, getting clothes ready for my young son, Youssef, who was only 17 months old. We were supposed to go together to the nursery next to my workplace, where I had planned for an ordinary day, filled with work and life.
But fate had something different in store for us.
Suddenly... the missiles rained down.
Everything around us turned into smoke and terror. All the dreams I had painted for myself and my son’s future vanished in that moment. It felt like the world had crumbled around me. I called my manager, apologized for not being able to go to work, and told him I had no choice but to flee. Our home in East Gaza was no longer safe. From the experience of four wars and six escalations, we knew the west was usually safer.
As I hurried to pack up and prepare Youssef for the evacuation, I saw the fear in his little eyes. He looked at me softly, with the innocence of a child who had never known war, and asked, "Mama, what’s that loud sound?" How could I explain to him that it was the sound of destruction? I gently said, "Sweetheart, that’s thunder, the sky is going to rain."
But the truth was, the sky wasn’t going to rain anything but fire.
Youssef, my son, suffers from a chronic illness.
Just four months before this war, doctors discovered that Youssef had grade four esophageal varices, a serious condition. The only treatment was available in Israel. I had been taking him there for treatment with medical and security permits. His next surgery was scheduled for October 29th, but now everything was in turmoil.
We fled to the home of relatives in the west of the strip, trying to adjust to our new reality, gathering food and preparing ourselves for the worst. But the worst was yet to come. One day, on a Thursday, the house next to us was bombed, and the rubble fell on us. I screamed his name, searching for him through the debris. But God was merciful. Youssef emerged safely from the wreckage, and in that moment, I knew I would do anything to protect him.
The next day, came the order to evacuate from the north to the south.
My only thought was: How will I treat Youssef? How will I secure his needs amid this chaos? We fled to the central part of the strip, beginning a new chapter of suffering — finding food, water, gas for cooking. Everything became a battle.
Youssef couldn’t eat normally because of his illness. He survived on boiled eggs and fried potatoes, and I desperately tried to get him to eat some tahini to stimulate his appetite. With every bite he took, I exhaled a sigh of relief, knowing that my strength as a mother wasn’t just about feeding him but keeping him alive in the midst of lethal circumstances.
But time was not on our side.
Weeks passed, and his symptoms began to show again.
On December 17th, Youssef started vomiting blood. My heart jumped out of my chest as I rushed him into my arms and headed to the only central hospital. They did what they could with their limited resources, but they refused to refer him for treatment abroad, claiming his case wasn’t urgent enough. There were cancer patients, children with amputated limbs, and thousands of similar stories, all fighting for the same scarce medical attention.
But I wasn’t going to give up. We submitted the request for a referral and waited for our turn and a chance to travel, but the fear never left me.
Youssef, with his innocent nature, asks me every night, “Mama, when will we go back to our beautiful home?”
How do I answer? Do I tell him that our house no longer exists, just like everything else we lost? I would tell him, "Soon, my love, soon." He would then ask for his favorite green car. I promised him I’d buy him a new one when we found it, but each night he would fall asleep, and the car never came.
As I lived through this daily anxiety, the painful decision arrived.
My husband and I decided to sell everything we owned and borrow what we could so we could travel before the border closed and Rafah was overtaken. Travel was our last hope for Youssef’s treatment, but what we didn’t know was that fate was already reshaping our tragedy.
The border was closed, Rafah was completely destroyed.
The dream of treating my son now seemed unreachable. I watched him grow before my eyes, suffering — not only from his internal bleeding illness but also from the destruction that surrounded us from all sides. Every day, I see the pain growing in his innocent eyes, and I feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness, as a mother, as a pharmacist, as a human being, unable to save him from this nightmare.
I cannot describe the weight of the pain that resides in my heart now; Youssef, who should be playing and laughing, is living every day under the weight of his illness and the fires filling the skies above us. Every night, after his questions about his green car and "when will we go back home?" I try to stay strong, but inside, endless tears of helplessness flow.
I am fighting to keep my son alive, but each day, I see the hope slipping further away…
Writing these words has been one of the most daunting challenges I've ever faced. Findi… Kamel Shahwan needs your support for Help
I'm not sure why Tumblr keeps malfunctioning for me;
this is the fifth time in a row.
It won’t send comments, and it won’t allow me to send asks either. I don’t know what more I can do. After changing accounts so many times, my engagement has become nonexistent, and I can’t connect with friends.
I've lost the supportive followers I had, and now, there’s almost no support left for me and Youssef. Please, share my account widely and advise me on what I should do.
Amidst the Ruins of War and the Pain of Illness: A Mother's Journey to Save Her Son
One morning, the sun rose like any other day… but it wasn’t just another day.
It was Saturday, October 7th, and I woke up early, filled with hope and excitement, ready to head to my new job as a pharmacist — a dream I had long aspired to. I had landed the job just a week before the devastating war broke out. It was 5 a.m., and my responsibilities as both a mother and a pharmacist intertwined. I was preparing breakfast and lunch at the same time, getting clothes ready for my young son, Youssef, who was only 17 months old. We were supposed to go together to the nursery next to my workplace, where I had planned for an ordinary day, filled with work and life.
But fate had something different in store for us.
Suddenly... the missiles rained down.
Everything around us turned into smoke and terror. All the dreams I had painted for myself and my son’s future vanished in that moment. It felt like the world had crumbled around me. I called my manager, apologized for not being able to go to work, and told him I had no choice but to flee. Our home in East Gaza was no longer safe. From the experience of four wars and six escalations, we knew the west was usually safer.
As I hurried to pack up and prepare Youssef for the evacuation, I saw the fear in his little eyes. He looked at me softly, with the innocence of a child who had never known war, and asked, "Mama, what’s that loud sound?" How could I explain to him that it was the sound of destruction? I gently said, "Sweetheart, that’s thunder, the sky is going to rain."
But the truth was, the sky wasn’t going to rain anything but fire.
Youssef, my son, suffers from a chronic illness.
Just four months before this war, doctors discovered that Youssef had grade four esophageal varices, a serious condition. The only treatment was available in Israel. I had been taking him there for treatment with medical and security permits. His next surgery was scheduled for October 29th, but now everything was in turmoil.
We fled to the home of relatives in the west of the strip, trying to adjust to our new reality, gathering food and preparing ourselves for the worst. But the worst was yet to come. One day, on a Thursday, the house next to us was bombed, and the rubble fell on us. I screamed his name, searching for him through the debris. But God was merciful. Youssef emerged safely from the wreckage, and in that moment, I knew I would do anything to protect him.
The next day, came the order to evacuate from the north to the south.
My only thought was: How will I treat Youssef? How will I secure his needs amid this chaos? We fled to the central part of the strip, beginning a new chapter of suffering — finding food, water, gas for cooking. Everything became a battle.
Youssef couldn’t eat normally because of his illness. He survived on boiled eggs and fried potatoes, and I desperately tried to get him to eat some tahini to stimulate his appetite. With every bite he took, I exhaled a sigh of relief, knowing that my strength as a mother wasn’t just about feeding him but keeping him alive in the midst of lethal circumstances.
But time was not on our side.
Weeks passed, and his symptoms began to show again.
On December 17th, Youssef started vomiting blood. My heart jumped out of my chest as I rushed him into my arms and headed to the only central hospital. They did what they could with their limited resources, but they refused to refer him for treatment abroad, claiming his case wasn’t urgent enough. There were cancer patients, children with amputated limbs, and thousands of similar stories, all fighting for the same scarce medical attention.
But I wasn’t going to give up. We submitted the request for a referral and waited for our turn and a chance to travel, but the fear never left me.
Youssef, with his innocent nature, asks me every night, “Mama, when will we go back to our beautiful home?”
How do I answer? Do I tell him that our house no longer exists, just like everything else we lost? I would tell him, "Soon, my love, soon." He would then ask for his favorite green car. I promised him I’d buy him a new one when we found it, but each night he would fall asleep, and the car never came.
As I lived through this daily anxiety, the painful decision arrived.
My husband and I decided to sell everything we owned and borrow what we could so we could travel before the border closed and Rafah was overtaken. Travel was our last hope for Youssef’s treatment, but what we didn’t know was that fate was already reshaping our tragedy.
The border was closed, Rafah was completely destroyed.
The dream of treating my son now seemed unreachable. I watched him grow before my eyes, suffering — not only from his internal bleeding illness but also from the destruction that surrounded us from all sides. Every day, I see the pain growing in his innocent eyes, and I feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness, as a mother, as a pharmacist, as a human being, unable to save him from this nightmare.
I cannot describe the weight of the pain that resides in my heart now; Youssef, who should be playing and laughing, is living every day under the weight of his illness and the fires filling the skies above us. Every night, after his questions about his green car and "when will we go back home?" I try to stay strong, but inside, endless tears of helplessness flow.
I am fighting to keep my son alive, but each day, I see the hope slipping further away…
Writing these words has been one of the most daunting challenges I've ever faced. Findi… Kamel Shahwan needs your support for Help
I am now spotlighting four different fundraisers from four different families from Palestine. Here are the links for the campaigns:
DIMA - SAMEH - HAMADA - MOSTAFA
Please reblog, please share and consider donating, some of these campaigns have very low funds, I would be immensely happy if you donate and ask for a commission from me for doing so. These families would be even happier. Please dont hesitate to help them out.
sharing this post to also add that this blog and fundraiser were just vetted by @90-ghost
This fundraiser has been made to help baby Yousef and his parents, Dima and Samer to be able to escape Gaza, not only for their own lives, but also to seek treatment for Yousef, who has been struggling with esophageal varices since May 2023, and needs life saving surgery that had to be postponed due to the attacks on Gaza. Please help share and donate!
in between having taken a large break from tumblr for reasons from my personal life, the last i had seen, Dima's campaign was barely at 15 000 Euro, and now, many days later returning here, i see her campaign is STILL in the 15k range. Please don't let her campaign stagnate any more. She has come a long way since July and sorely needs the money to provide care for her son Yousef. Help her in sharing this and other posts in her blog, and please, donate something if you are able to. she is 10k euro from her goal and needs the help to keep going.
Thank you very much; you have supported me throughout my journey in this matter. @whompthatsucker1981
However, I know that society is now filled with campaigns, some genuine and others fraudulent. I urge everyone to ensure they know where their money is going. In some cases, even $1 can make a huge difference.
Please, do not neglect Youssef. The time to open the border is approaching, and I am afraid I won't have enough money for his treatment, and I don't know the exact cost of his treatment and travel.
However, your support makes it easier for me and gives me hope that there are people who believe me.
I have reached 11k interactions. 11k people believe in my case. 11k people are doing their best to help in any way they can, whether by donating or sharing. Without your efforts and support, I wouldn’t have gotten this far. Thank you from both me and Youssef. I hope you will continue your support, my kind-hearted friends.
This is the third time I’ve had to create a new account.
I don’t know why there are so many obstacles in my way. I hope you can spread Youssef’s case widely.
Thanks to you, I have reached 60% of the goal, and there’s not much left.
Every bit of support from you shows your belief in Youssef and his right to receive treatment. I know there are many links and accounts, but my son needs your support and help in any way possible.
We are fundraising such donations to have the least basic needs of life and to help find safety and peace for the little kids who don't deserve to lead such horrific situations.
Thanks to your contribution, my family is on its halfway to reach the goal. All forms of your help make a difference to free the people who have been struggling and paying much for almost 370 hard days. ✌✌✌🖤💚🤍❤🇵🇸🇵🇸
Please keep supporting the fairest cause of the world either by directly donating or sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in tough and dire times till the black days end.
Writing these words has been one of the most daunting challenges I've ever faced. Findi… Kamel Shahwan needs your support for Help
My campaign Is vetted by :
✅ @90-ghost link
✅@appsa link
✅ @a-shade-of-blue link
✅ @commissions4aid-international link
✅ @riding-with-the-wild-hunt link
✅ Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #154 )
