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hassan9912

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.

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #196 )

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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.

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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.

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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. 💔

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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.

Please share and donate! Anything you can give helps! If you can’t reach the GFM minimum, consider pooling some funds with a friend. Even just sharing this post makes a huge difference!

My baby Qais will die because his surgery is delayed. As an oppressed mother in Gaza, I am forced to postpone his surgical procedure —not by choice, but because this post is ignored and not shared.

I will not forgive anyone who watches my child fade and scrolls past without mercy. One share delays his death—but one donation can end this waiting and bring his surgery closer today.

Every minute without a donation steals something from Qais—his strength, his breath, his chance to live. I beg you as a mother: please donate now. Your help is the difference between life and loss. 💔

This is Qais holding his medicine instead of toys, pain written on his face. Please don’t look away— donate now your donation can replace suffering with healing and give my child a real chance to live. 😔

Qais can no longer stand. A new virus is spreading among Gaza’s children from sewage water. His small body is collapsing before my eyes.

shamefully, i haven't made a post about amal and her family @amal-ashour-new in some time. but amal has never left me, at least she has never left my heart. amal is one of the palestinians who has been on this website asking for help the longest, she's been verified multiple times and even offers her phone number to people who want to talk to her. she is a kind, gracious, and beautiful person

when i first spoke to her, her daughter maryam was just 1 and half years old. she needed milk. the genocide was raging worse than ever. now, maryam is 3, and she has a sister. amal had mina less than a month ago, and luckily the delivery went well, but mina was still born in beseiged gaza, and now amal has run out of milk and is trying to protect newborn mina from the freezing cold and floods that have already taken the lives of babies in gaza. mina's crying from chafing, her mother suffering from worry because she can't provide her baby milk! can you imagine? i'm sure many of you can

gofundme completely shut her fundraiser down because it's evil and complicit but she has a new fundraiser on chuffed and it's not even a fifth of the way to its goal. she is vetted by @bilal-sala7 (line #46)

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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.

2026 has been the worst year ever so far for me lol. if i could go to sleep and wake up three centuries from now like ash williams i would

i love charlie brown so much. what a miserable little child.

Charlie Brown, undaunted, seeks tenderness and fulfillment on every side: in baseball, in building kites, in his relationship with his dog, Snoopy, in playing with the girls. He always fails. His solitude becomes an abyss, his inferiority complex is pervasive—tinged by the constant suspicion (which the reader also comes to share) that Charlie Brown is not inferior. Worse: he is absolutely normal. He is like everybody else. This is why he is always on the brink of suicide or at least of nervous breakdown: because he seeks salvation through the routine formulas suggested to him by the society in which he lives...
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I am Wafaa Al-Othmani from Gaza.🇵🇸
I lost my home and my job, and we have nothing left. We live in a filthy, dilapidated tent infested with rats and insects. Sham suffers from a constant allergy on her face and needs daily injections, each costing $20. There is no good food or clean water; we are always sick. I recently discovered I am pregnant, but the fetus is dead and must be terminated. I also need an urgent operation, which is very expensive.🥺🙏
Your donation, however small, helps us get food, medicine, or clean water. Your donation helps us stay safe.🙏🥺🇵🇸
*Dear friends,*
Although a *ceasefire* was announced in Gaza, our suffering has not ended — it has only changed form 💔
A few days ago, we *returned to our partially destroyed home*, hoping we had finally survived. But the occupation *expanded the "yellow zone"*, and we were *forced to flee once again* under fear and danger 🚫

Our entire neighborhood has now been *completely destroyed*. We lost everything. We are now *homeless*, and with great difficulty, we managed to buy a small *tent* to shelter my family. But life in a tent is incredibly hard… there is no safety, no stability, no comfort 😞⛺
My *previous campaign was shut down*, and now I’ve launched a *new one*, praying it reaches kind hearts willing to help 🙏
Even the smallest donation can provide us with food, water, warmth, or a bit of safety. And if you can’t donate, please *share my new campaign* — maybe it will reach someone who can help 💗

*We need urgent help now more than ever.*
Please stand with us and help me bring some hope back to my family.

*With love and hope,*

*Lama from Gaza 🇵🇸*
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mazen-fmaily
Save my father please ‼️🚨

My friend, don't make me say goodbye to my father. 😭 The only thing left of my family. A month and a half ago, I lost my mother, who was taking her last breaths. 😭💔 I don't want my father to let his last breaths be in front of my eyes, just like I lost my mother. 😭😭 When I lost my mother, I had no choice, and now I have no choice but to lose my father. 😭😭 I don't want my father to die. The matter seems very difficult for him. Do you imagine what I mean, my friend?

I can't write these words, I bleed while writing this, I can't describe and I scream at the doctors and tell them I don't want my father to die, but no one is with me, and my father is independent in intensive care, and his body is completely covered with wires and electronic devices inside the intensive care, and my father lives on artificial oxygen, and his swollen eyes ask me for help 💔😭😭 and I have nothing but pain and tears 😭😭😭

My father is sick with Sultan's disease and hepatitis, and they told me that either you pay to get a battery for the heart machine, or we will remove your father's oxygen and take him out of intensive care, and he will die immediately. 😭💔😭

My friend, please, I am begging you. Can you imagine what it means to my father and the pain inside me? Can you imagine the life I am living? My friend, your donation will save the life of a human being like us, just like each other. We must help each other, my friend.

Can you imagine my father's life shattered and trapped between death or life, just a number on a piece of paper, and my father needs your donation to save his life? 😭🙏🏻

I haven't slept for days because of the conditions of saving my father. I see my father at the door of intensive care surrounded by machines and wires. My eyes are tearing up because I can't save my father and he is breathing with difficulty. I am afraid. Will this be my last day? 😭😭

Will my life become dark after my father's departure? 😭💔 Will I continue to imagine my father in front of my eyes during his departure? 😭😭 Imagine? Imagine?

When I hold my father's hand, I feel warmth and tenderness because there is no one in my family but my father, and I lost my sisters and everyone who cares about me, but my father is in danger and his last hours could be in a few minutes, my friend, donate when you see this, please, please, the matter is urgent 😭😭

I don't ask much from you. I just want my father to live and be my support. I want him to hug me and feel his warmth and tenderness and make up for the loss of my family.😭🙏🏻

I beg you please my friend please help my father don't let my father go don't let my life be dark I have no one but my father please donate please my friend save my father 🙏🏻

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Last night I sat beside my baby Qais, cleaning his wound as he cried quietly, his small body shaking from pain and fear, and I felt the world turn away from us—I will not forgive being ignored without even a share.

His injury is worsening, infection is spreading, and medicine is out of reach while time runs out faster than my tears—please help us now, save my child, and keep him alive by donating today.

I am a mother begging with everything left in me: don’t scroll past Qais’s pain. A share, a prayer, or support can change his fate and give my baby a chance to heal.

Baby Qais no longer plays, laughs, or sleeps peacefully—his days are measured by pain, infection, and waiting. Every minute without help steals his strength. Please donate now— don’t let this be his ending.

Tonight, I watch my baby fade while the world scrolls past us. Qais is not a story—he is a child bleeding, hurting, waiting. If you can hear me, please donate and save his life.

I press my hand against Qais’s wound and feel his tiny body shake from pain. His cries grow weaker, his eyes heavier. As a mother, I am breaking. Please—donate now. Help me keep my child alive.

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