How long will we stay in this war? How long will we continue to endure death, destruction, fear, torture and heartbreak?💔

What is my children's fault in all this? They are innocent children. We live in fear. We suffer from the ravages of war. Please be with us, support us, and donate for the benefit of my children. War is cruel, and I cannot do anything but protect them with my body from the cold and fear.

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I’m shaking from the cold as I write this.
The storms won’t stop, and our tent protects us from nothing.
My family is freezing, my mother is in pain, and there is no warmth or safety.

$25 from 15 people could save us from this deadly cold.
Please help us. If you can’t donate, please share and don’t scroll past in silence.

🔗 Donate here 💳 PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser

Today I stood beside my mother in the hospital, and the doctors were clear: her condition is critical and deeply alarming.
My mother is not asking for the impossible , she is asking for her right to live.
She is a human being, a soul in pain, just like your mother.

Why this silence? Why this indifference?
My mother urgently needs to travel to receive the treatment that could save her life.

I am begging you , don’t scroll past this as if it doesn’t matter.
Do something… share, speak, help.
And if she were your mother lying there in pain, what would you do?

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As the new year begins, I sit inside our cold tent and ask myself:

Do I even have the right to dream?

I dreamed of welcoming this year in a home that protects us, not in a fragile tent that shakes with every wind and lets the cold creep into our nights.

I dreamed that my children could sleep without fear, and wake up to the smell of bread — not the sound of bombing.

My wish was simple.

A small home. A safe roof. Warmth that feels like the homes we lost.

I wished I could vaccinate my children, protect their health, and shield them from illness the same way I try to shield them from war.

But the reality is heavier than my strength, and the war has taken away our choices and our time.

In this new year, I am not asking for the impossible.

I am asking for a kind hand, a compassionate heart, and help that can restore a piece of our humanity.

Maybe my wishes will come true.

Maybe my children will grow up remembering that someone stood by them in their darkest days.

We are still dreaming, despite everything.

And we still believe that kindness has not disappeared.🙏

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To everyone reading this on Tumblr,

The war is ongoing with no end in sight, and we are being drained more with each passing day.
It has been more than 10 days without a single donation — 10 days of helplessness, fear, and waiting.

Your donations are not extra support; they are what prevents hunger, provides medicine, and keeps us alive.
Without them, we are collapsing in silence.

Please don’t scroll past this as if it’s just another post.
Behind these words is a real family being crushed under the weight of war.

Your donation is not a secondary choice…
It is the difference between holding on and breaking completely.

And if you cannot donate, sharing this could save us.
Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. 💔

🔗 Donate here 💳 PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser

I’m making this post to showcase all of the art commissions I have bought to support my friend @hashembadr. Hashem is #102 on @gazavetters' spreadsheet. You can read his story here. After 2 years managing funds for and fighting to support his family members who could not afford to leave Gaza, he is now returning to his original goal of raising funds to leave Gaza to join his wife and children in Morocco.

The following artists have all agreed to draw in exchange for donations to his campaign! I encourage you to commission them and help support Hashem and his family.

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Today I stood beside my mother in the hospital, and the doctors were clear: her condition is critical and deeply alarming.
My mother is not asking for the impossible , she is asking for her right to live.
She is a human being, a soul in pain, just like your mother.

Why this silence? Why this indifference?
My mother urgently needs to travel to receive the treatment that could save her life.

I am begging you , don’t scroll past this as if it doesn’t matter.
Do something… share, speak, help.
And if she were your mother lying there in pain, what would you do?

vetted by @gazavetters (line #658)