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🚨Urgent humanitarian appeal 🚨

Please don't ignore🙏🙏🇵🇸

The war hasn't stopped. I'm still living in the rubble because I found my home a pile of rubble. Imagine spending your whole life in the rubble, with no protection from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.

I'm Mahmoud from Gaza. 🙏 I'm asking you to help me complete my university studies and feed my family. 😢 We are facing a real famine and prices are very high due to the scarcity of resources and the closure of the crossings. 💔 We are not receiving any aid. I ask you to donate to me to buy flour, which now costs 100 shekels per kilo, which is about 30 dollars, and vegetables, which are unimaginable prices. Help me by sharing my story and donating to my family. 🙏🇵🇸

My dream is to complete my studies (in Gaza or abroad) to build a better future for me and my family. Your support will help us overcome this ordeal and achieve this dream. Thank you.

No one sees the effort that goes into every meal... We are sitting here by the fire, and our hearts are boiling just like it.

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Help Mahmoud's family build a better future

Hello, my name is Kristina, I am writing this message on behalf of my friend in Gaza who desperately need our help: 

‼️‼️We will die at any moment‼️‼️

The war has returned after 15 months of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are afraid...The sound is frightening.😭

There is no food, no drink, no medicine, the crossing is closed and everything is expensive.

‼️We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Wasim's family rebuild their lives, organized by Freya Knarr

My name is Freya Knarr and I live near Chicago, IL. Because Gofundme does not allo… Freya Knarr needs your support for Help Wasim's family r

This month, Marinette is working with @fandomsforpali to create a clothing line to raise money for Palestine. If you're interested in helping to donate to the cause, as well as support some artists, please commission one of the many talented artists (not to toot my own horn) or writers at the Fandoms For Pali Carrd!

This comic was a collaboration with the lovely @paonnell :)

Flour is extremely important to the people of Gaza. Sami asked me to share his GoFundMe campaign so he and his family could buy flour and survive, as it is very expensive. Can you help by participating or donating?

This is the link to their gofundme! This is proof they've been vetted, #21!

To those who keep scrolling... this is not just another link ⚠️.

This is my home—bombed and reduced to rubble🏡❤️‍🩹.

This is my room—crushed until its height became less than 30 cm💔 🧱.

This is my teddy bear and the cover of my bed—pulled from under the debris with my own hands🧸🥹.

We spent over a month clearing rubble just to build a tent beside the ruins ⛺.

But even the tent wasn’t allowed to stay... ❌

We were forced to leave—by an order from the occupation ⚠️🥹.

It feels like every trace of life is being taken from us, again and again 😔 .

I’ve shared. I’ve begged. I’ve screamed💔.

But the silence around me is louder than my pain🥹.

This isn’t just a donation campaign—this is a cry for life ✊.

If you can’t donate, share 🤝.

And if you can’t share—don’t look away like nothing is happening👌🏻.

Some of us are being buried alive—under the world’s silence🔥.

gofundme.com

Donate to Amira's Story: Between Hope and Resilience - A Call for Soli, organized by Abdallah Alanqar

When sorrow and difficulties strike hard, hope becomes the lo… Abdallah Alanqar needs your support for Amira's Story: Between Hope and Resil

please read! urgent

hey everyone, i need to ask for your attention to read this message because it’s really important and urgent. something has happened in my life that’s put me in a very tough spot, and i’m now in a position where i could be facing a really bad situation and potentially end up homeless. i’m honestly devastated and really struggling with this, and while i don’t want to go into specifics just yet because it’s all very raw for me, i’m reaching out for help. i need support more than ever right now so i can secure a safe and stable environment for myself. if anyone is able to help, i’d be incredibly grateful. even the smallest amount will make a huge difference. i’ve set up donation tiers on my patreon, but if you’d rather not use that platform, feel free to message me directly and i can provide other options for donations. please know that anything, no matter how small, will help me through this difficult time. thank you so much to anyone who can support me – it truly means the world to me right now

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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