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Stop scrolling. I'm Samar, a mother to a child named Yamer. I'm living a very difficult life because of the war that took everything from us in Gaza 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸. Imagine living in a tent in the bitter cold of winter. Imagine the suffering we endure just to get food and clothes. Imagine that the war has taken our dearest loved ones. Please help me 🍉 Link in bio 🍉🍉🍉
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Urgent Update
My wife suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness Doctors confirm that her condition is critical and any delay could cost her life.
Alma, Lama, and Lina are waiting for their mother with eyes full of hope and fear.
Your donation could be the difference between losing her and saving her. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to the surgery and can save her life.
Don’t pass by silently. Even sharing this post could make the difference between life and death.
I never imagined I would write something like this.💔
Before the war, I was just a mother taking care of my two babies. I worried about milk, diapers, and bedtime stories — not bombs, starvation, and funerals.
When the attacks started, we ran from one place to another… Carrying the children, sometimes barefoot, sometimes with nothing but the clothes we were wearing. We left our home behind, not knowing if we would ever return.
We stayed in schools, crowded shelters, and finally ended up in a tent. A tent that doesn't protect us from heat, cold, insects — or fear.
Food became a battle. Sometimes days passed when I couldn't feed my children properly. I would lie to them and say, “We already ate” so they wouldn't know that there was no food left. No mother should ever have to do that.
Every day came with new expenses — water, milk, diapers, transportation — and every day came with the same answer: I do not have money. Nothing is more painful than having children who need you, and all you have is love — but no way to give them safety.
This is why I am asking for help.
I want to take my children out of Gaza to a place where they can live without fear or hunger. A place where they can grow up — not just survive.
A family consisting of 4 people 2911/30k were collected 📌 GoFundMe link:
🖼️ Pictures of my children inside our tent:🔻
My baby girl Sitting on a blanket on the floor of the tent — this is where she eats, plays, and sleeps. She was born during the war, without medical care or vaccinations.🔻
My son Sitting near the entrance of the tent. He spends most of his day there because there is nowhere safe for him to play. He jumps and flinches at every loud sound because he has learned to fear them.
Please, if you can donate — even a small amount can change our lives.🙏🙏 And if you cannot donate, a reblog helps more than you think. It brings our story to someone who might be able to help.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for not turning away. 🤍
I cannot stress enough how important it is to understand the strikes on Venezuela within the wider US colonial context.
It is incredible how obvious it is that the language tactically selected, the methods employed, and justifications regurgitated are all replicated from across the US empirical violence throughout the years, from Iraq to Gaza to now Venezuela and beyond.
I highly recommend reading chapter 6 of Naomi Klein's The Shock Doctrine (PDF linked) to really see in details the history of this and lengths of violence that the US is willing to commit in order to advance its disaster capitalism complex.
PLEASE, HELP SAVE MY FRIEND!!!
My friend Raneen, @raneen21, is stuck in Gaza with her family, in the famine and genocide. She is at high risk of a miscarriage from health difficulties. She needs urgent treatment and cannot get it in Gaza. If she pays $7,000 she will be able to leave Gaza with her entire family and get treatment. Her very life is in danger; please help her pay the costs!!
As we step into a new year, I wish every one of you a year filled with hope, love, peace, and fulfilled dreams.
From my heart, Happy New Year to all of you who have stood with me and my family through everything we have lived.
Over the past two years, you have been our family, the people who stood by us during the war, bombing, destruction, displacement, hunger, sickness, fear, and uncertainty. You were there when everything around us was collapsing, and your humanity surrounded us like warmth in the coldest moments of our lives.
I also know that you have patiently endured my frequent posts and tags, and have repeatedly shared my posts and encouraged your followers to donate and help my family over these two years. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused, but we had no other path except to keep reaching out to you. Please accept my apologies and those of my entire family.
These were two years of explosions and gunfire, of constant bombing and death following us wherever we went. Two years in which we saw houses collapse on their owners, bodies pulled from under the rubble, and streets turned into ruins. We lost friends, neighbors, and relatives, and parted with loved ones we could not even say goodbye to. It was grief that left no time to breathe, a wound that reopened every single day.
Life after death became even harsher. Tents under burning sun, freezing cold, and rain soaking our beds. Nights of hunger and sickness. Empty markets and unbearable prices. Medicines we could not find. A life without stability, work, or income, while my father’s illness weighed heavier on us.
And yet, despite everything, you never left us alone. Some of you supported us financially, some kept sharing my campaign again and again, and some sent messages just to say: "We are thinking of you. Stay strong." Every message, every repost, every donation carried a piece of hope that helped us continue.
You were not just followers. You were family. People who chose compassion over indifference, love over silence, and humanity despite the distance. Your kindness eased the weight of every harsh stage we went through, and we carry your names in our prayers every single day.
As our struggle continues, I kindly ask you to please continue supporting my family, we are still in urgent need of your humanity, solidarity, and kindness.
Thank you for standing with us, for believing in us, and for being the light that reached us through the darkness. I pray that Gaza finally finds peace, that the war ends completely, that reconstruction begins, that medicine, food, and materials enter freely, and that life returns to what it was before the war.
From my family to yours: Happy New Year, and may the world become kinder than the years we have lived through. ❤️❤️❤️
📌 Verification: Shared by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi as #167 in the vetted fundraisers' spreadsheet. [The fundraiser is in the document is no longer in use since the organizer does not have access to it! So if you have donated to us before, please request a refund and give it to the Chuffed fundraiser linked above!]
We have spoken repeatedly about Nour’s situation before on this blog, and conditions have only gotten worse for her. To protect her from additional illness and to have a safe and warm space in which to treat her condition, her family needs funds to arrange shelter. In the long-term, they hope to rebuild their home. But for now, they just need to find someplace warm and out of the rain. Their current shelter is a shredded plastic “tent” currently being swamped by frigid winter rain:
The family has previously been vetted by el-shab-Hussein and nabulsi, they are listed as number 157 on the former’s vetted campaign master list. The campaign linked there is now inaccessible, as GFM shut it down without any prior warning or explanation. This is the new link:
Temporary goal progress: $168 out of $2,090 usd
Need to raise: $1,922 usd (updated 30 December)
PLEASE HELP SAVE MY FRIEND!!!
My friend Raneen, @raneen21, is stuck in Gaza with her family, in the famine and devastation. She is at high risk of a miscarriage from health difficulties. She needs urgent treatment and cannot get it in Gaza. If she pays $7,000 she will be able to leave Gaza with her entire family and get treatment. Her very life is in danger; please help her pay the costs!!
Guys, the killing has not stopped. Hunger is crushing us slowly, day after day. Gunfire surrounds us, and even tents and the last remains of our homes are not spared. There is no safety anywhere. What is happening in Gaza is not a tragedy or a conflict. It is genocide. We are not asking for sympathy. We are asking to survive. Please help us. Please save our lives.
Every day that passes ends one suffering and a new suffering begins.
I am Alaa and I have two children. I see them growing up every day, but they are growing up in suffering and deprivation.
There is no education, no healthcare system, and none of the basic necessities of life. I struggle to obtain food and drink, not because they are unavailable, but because I lack the necessary funds.
I now want to move to a new place. I'm looking for a house to rent, but the rent is very high, reaching $1000 per month.This is utter madness, but because there are so few houses in Gaza
I need money, please, so I can leave the tent. I'm tired of suffering and the bitter cold, and there's rain coming. I don't want to get soaked again.
To everyone here, I implore you, any donation, no matter how small, would help me a great deal. Please give what you can.
Target 56.216/56.500🙏🙏🫂🫂
Help me and my family
My name is Karam, and I lived with my mother in a modest apartment that we proudly called home — a place filled with safety, warmth, and memories. My mother is everything to me — a source of strength, love, and constant prayer in the hardest of times.
One day, in a moment we will never forget, a powerful explosion shook the area. Just minutes after we had left our home, the entire building collapsed. We were spared by mere chance. But when we turned back, everything was gone — our home, our belongings, our memories. We had nothing left, only each other and the pain of loss.
Today, my mother and I are struggling to survive. We lost everything, and we are starting from zero. My mother is elderly and in need of care and medication, and I am doing everything I can to support her with the very little we have.
I share our story in the hope that it touches kind hearts. Every donation — no matter how small — makes a difference.
The bombing in Palestine *has never stopped*. They convinced us—and the world—that the war is over, but the reality is far darker than any statement or promise.
This is not a ceasefire… it’s a continuation of destruction, displacement, and the killing of innocent families living under tents that were supposed to be “safe.” This video is a witness… a witness to the bombing of displaced families who were simply trying to survive.
While the children of Gaza are freezing from the cold,
Does life still feel sweet to you? Can sleep truly find your eyes?
The children of Gaza do not know warmth,
They only know fear...
Fear has become their only companion, day and night.
Be human before it's too late!
Be merciful, extend your helping hand!
Perhaps a child's prayer will save you on that Day—when neither wealth nor children will be of any benefit.
Ahmed Wahdan
💔💔🍉They drowned in the tents.
Children dying from the cold, mothers screaming in pain and anguish, men praying to their Lord against injustice, the elderly groaning, the sick praying to their Lord to ease their pain and cold—all this in the tents.
Your donation and participation are very important; my family survived death due to the rain, floods, and cold.
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