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Help Mahmoud's Family Evacuate Gaza

My name is Mahmoud, and I live in the Shujaiya neighborhood in northern Gaza. I am 21 years old and the oldest of my siblings. We used to li

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #381 )✅️

‼️ its time to help ‼️

🍉 The ceasefire was stopped 🍉

⚠️ don’t ignore my text ⚠️

I am Mahmoud from North Gaza, studying computer engineering. I was working in a programming company during my studies. I got married a day before the war started and I was living in my house with my wife, but because of the war, things changed and I lost my house, my job and my father. 💔

It is very unfortunate and now my family has no breadwinner, so I desperately need your help. My wife is pregnant and we are suffering from famine. My child is my only hope in this world. I am asking you for a small donation so that I can provide food for my pregnant wife, please

✅️UPDATE 17/01/2025✅️

After the ceasefire in Gaza, hope has returned to us once again, giving us the strength to rebuild our lives.

now my wife is five months pregnant. She requires full care, including medications, vitamins, and medical attention.🤰👼

I beg you to help me and save my first child.🫀

My hope is for my child to come into better circumstances than these.

It is incredibly difficult for a child to be born in a tent, in the worst conditions, surrounded by insects and germs.

Please, help me build a new hope for this small family 👨‍👩‍👦

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Help Mahmoud's Family Evacuate Gaza

My name is Mahmoud, and I live in the Shujaiya neighborhood in northern Gaza. I am 21 years old and the oldest of my siblings. We used to li

please make a donation 🙏

any amount will make difference to us

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My name is Basel Ayyad, a 28-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My family of eight was forced to flee our home in northern Gaza, which was destroyed by the war. We now live in a small tent in Rafah, struggling daily to survive without shelter, food, or medical care.

The most heartbreaking struggle is watching my daughter, who suffers from a rare disease, worsen due to the lack of treatment. We urgently appeal for your support with food and essential aid. Even the smallest donation can make a difference and save our lives. Please help us.

People see you, your family and you are incredibly courageous. I hope that your daughter can find the treatment she needs and deserves, as well as food and shelter for all of you.

Please donate, however way you can. Share the message of Basel Ayyad, their family, and the others suffering in Palestine. Reblogging and sharing Basel Ayyad’s blogs (posts) to friends and family could do wonders💛

One of the things that irritate me about being in the genshin community and being on that miserable God forsaken app is the fact that you can't ship anything really. I mean obviously there are the popular ships but if you ship anything else besides that good luck finding media on it or even talking about it because certain fans will constantly bring up the main stream ship.

For example neuvifuri is very hated on that app and even called a comship by some. I mean there are people who try to force the head canon that they're family onto everyone when again it's their own personal opinion on their dynamic. There is a more popular ship with Neuvillette (wriolette) and some people say that Neuvifuri gets in the way. I don't know I just wanted to ramble about something!!

while we're at it, heres my revamped annie cresta (70th hg interviews) design!

Okay I can't stop thinking about the line in Mockingjay where Katniss notices that Finnick does not let go of Annie's hand after they're reunited

And she thinks it's because he is afraid to lose her again, which I'm sure is a significant factor

But I also. I can't. I can't stop thinking that

That this is the first time Finnick can hold her hand in public. The first time he can hold her hand where people will see them. Because he is finally no longer the Capitol's golden playboy. He can hold the hand of the woman he loves and it doesn't have to be a secret anymore. He can hold Annie's hand without that simple action putting both of them in danger.

And don't even get me started about their wedding being broadcast into the Capitol. Finnick Odair, famous for "going through four or five" "lovers" every time he is forced to return to the Capitol. Finnick Odair, who was repeatedly sold to the highest bidders, who had to act for the cameras - and even away from the cameras! - that he liked it, that he wanted it. Who could never even risk marrying the woman he loved in secret because of what would be done to her if he did.

Finnick Odair gets to hold Annie Cresta's hand without fear of who sees them. And Finnick Odair, the Capitol's golden slave, and Annie Cresta, the girl who went mad and only survived the Arena because she could swim, get to swear vows of love and fidelity in front of everyone. In front of the cameras they had up til then feared seeing any move they made. They are married in front of those same cameras. They kiss, and they dance, and it is celebrated.

And Finnick doesn't let go of her hand.

The situation here is beyond tragic. The closure of the crossings and the lack of aid entering Gaza have led to food shortages and rising prices. Death is not only from bombing, but also from hunger. Donate even a small amount; it would mean a lot to me. Thank you all for your support of me and my family. Don't let us down and abandon us in these most difficult times.

You, your family, and everyone else in Gaza deserve so much. You all are incredibly strong and brave💛

Please donate if you can, they should never be abandoned, especially at such difficult and scarring times. If you are unable to, please reblog and share with friends and to those close to you

If hunger were a man, I would kill him.

How can I fulfill the hunger of three children in the midst of this mass starvation?

After my husband's capture, I'm responsible for providing for them.

I see my children tossing and turning for hours before going to sleep because they are hungry, knowing that I can only provide one meal a day.

My heart hurts when I can't provide them with the most basic rights (food and safety).

I am in a difficult situation after miscarrying my four-month-old daughter because of the fear and panic of running from the constant bombardment.

Every day I send thousands of requests for help to many, but few respond.

If everyone who watches my story sends 25€, it will contribute to my treatment, my baby's treatment and feeding my children.

Please please please donate my family

🔗 My number has been verified by @gazavetters, and it's the first number on the list.

Gaza is dying of hunger and there is no one to support it. Help these children and consider them part of your family.

In Gaza 🍉 even the queues have disappeared You no longer see the lines of people stretching out at the doors of the takayas or in front of the bakeries Not because hunger has ended, but because the food has run out The flour has disappeared and the bakeries have closed and with it disappeared the last remnants of hope in a loaf of bread to relieve families of the pain of hunger, the pain of accumulated hunger More than 2 million and 4 thousand people are exposed to systematic starvation A complete crime carried out by the occupation through a comprehensive siege and the closure of the crossings for more than 83 days and preventing the entry of food, medicine and fuel 42 days without bread, without ovens, without what satisfies their hunger This is not a shortage, a weapon of starvation and systematic pressure to strangle Gaza until the last breath The queues have not ended, but have turned into silence screaming in the face of the world Save Gaza

Donate for my children and my family so that they may survive 🙏

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Hospital Security Cameras Captured the Unthinkable. Civilians were thrown into the air from the place or buried inside the missile crater.

And now, orders have been issued to evacuate all hospitals, universities, and schools in Gaza.

This is not war. This is extermination. They are erasing every trace of life, every pillar of society, every safe space and the world is still silent.

If you can help, even a small donation could mean food, water, To my family in Gaza.

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #591 )✅️

appreciation post for my mom, @amanda-farley

(very much a belated thank you for letting me convince you to install tumblr)

Where do I even begin? I feel like I could write years worth of passages when it concerns you. It feels as if ever since you cradled me in those arms that had once held yourself together, you and I were history waiting to be written. Maybe that’s presumptuous of me, but I think I have always been a little presumptuous. Especially when it concerns you. (If I had to count the amount of times people have told me I defended you a bit too much, I fear we would be here for quite a while.)

You have always been my biggest supporter, even when at times it didn’t feel as if you were. You would let my much smaller hands dig my nails into your skin when I felt as of if I was about to burst because of my anxiety, and you still do when that anxiety sneaks back up on me years later. You catered to my odd hyperfixations, like when I was young and was obsessed with mustaches (yes, I still remember that pink dress that was covered with mustaches). How, instead of yelling at me for drawing on the walls, you only scolded me gently into not doing it again and complimented my handiwork. How when you argued with your ex husband you took me out for popsicles, because you had tried for those arguments not to happen in front of me. How when you couldn’t see me for my tenth birthday so you bought me presents and a cake and had set them in front of the door.

Even when your addiction kept dragging you, you still made sure that I knew that you loved me. The way you had held me after my second attempt, letting me get snot all over your shirt. I remember how you defended me from people, how you were the only person who actually decided to listen and do something. I remember you picking me up from school with my reoccurring headaches, telling me that everything will be okay and that you’re sorry. How you held my hand when I had laid in that emergency car. How you never fail to remind me that I am strong, that my experiences does not reflect who I am as a person and who I may turn out to be. How you continue to love and support me through it all.

I think one of the hardest parts of growing is knowing you’re also growing, knowing that one day you won’t be living in a world that once knew how you had felt. I fear for that day, but it also helps me appreciate you more in the present. Hearing your voice brings me back to the present. Knowing you’re out there, being yourself, fills me with joy.

Knowing that, that in at least this world and this lifetime, you are my mom. And that is a blessing and a miracle all in one. A life of us, of mother and child. A life of love and pain.

A life that is unmistakably human.

Cry for Help from Beneath the Rubble

No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury.Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.

Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness.To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, don’t leave us alone in this suffering.

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I am Abdulrahman, I live in Gaza. Please help me.

This fundraising campaign is dedicated to the family of Abdulrahman, 35, whose extended family is struggling to provide for his children, es