The Consistent Dehumanization Language Used In Describing Palestinians In Western Media Is Unfathomable.

Hey guys! This is important so please dont scroll past this.

Wafaa's old blog got shadowbanned, and its just yet another example of how far tumblr will go to silence palestinians when theyre already struggling to get by because of illness, starvation and the constant violence. It should alarm you just how frequent this is becoming with palestinian bloggers having to remake 3-4 times when theyre already living through the worst things imaginable.

If you don't know who she is, Wafaa Alnhal is a woman in her 40s who had left for Egypt a little after the occupation attacked for medical treatment. She has since been working hard to spread her campaign and evacuate her family who she had to leave behind in Gaza, despite her own ongoing struggle with her health issues and making rent.

Initially her goal for her gfm had been 35k, but recently she's had to raise it to 50k because her daughter has gotten hepatitis from the polluted water in Gaza. Her family is suffering- all 15 of them including 4 young children and a newborn baby- and they will have to live with the damage for the rest of their lives. It's taking its toll on Wafaa too, who's had to neglect her own health and wellbeing to raise funds for them.

She's made a new blog @wafs-posts and you all should follow her there to get updates from her on the situation directly. You should be listening to her instead of hearing this from me.

Her gfm is currently at 12k/50k

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Donate to Please save Waffaa and her children from Gaza, organized by Yasmin Hadscho

Hello, my name is Wafaa. I am 42 years old and I am calling on the free p… Yasmin Hadscho needs your support for Please save Waffaa and her

They still have a long way to go, so please dont let tumblrs censorship slow them down

Her campaign has been verified, and there is a raffle being conducted (by @/ibtisams) to raise funds for her campaign so please give it a look, and consider taking part there are some truly beautiful journals to be won.

Please follow the raffles for palestine account and take a look at the other artwork thats up for grabs too!

*cups ao3 author's face in my hands gently* please. you are the only one who understands the blorbos correctly. you must write more.

if you see this post about the so-called dangers of conflating hamas with other political parties in palestine:

do know that op hid an addition by an actual palestinian and turned off reblogs

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

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Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️

That picture before October 7th Israeli soldier posted it on Instagram after kidnapping a palestinian woman from the west bank. They are terrorism itself

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

#freepalestine #donateifyoucan

Gaza: the Big Oven in Summer and the Graveyard of Children

Life becomes incredibly unbearable during the summer in the tents as the scorching sun turns the tents into ovens boiling the blood in the veins of the children, women and men. That is not even the worst part. How I wish it were!! The black angel of death roams all around the tents harvesting the souls of thousands of people. Gaza, unfortunately, has turned into an unlivable ghost city; the graveyard of children!

We are running out of time. Kindly, donate, reblog, and share with others so I can get my family out of there as early as possible!

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Donate to Death chases my family in Gaza; help me save them, organized by Mahmoud Khalaf

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Wael's message to the world after losing two sons, a daughter, his wife, and grandchild