currently at £8, 488 / £25, 000 (06/09/24)
LOW FUNDSS!!!
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note: I know the picture posted in the post may seem photoshopped but the account & gfm is vetted & validated to be real!
Help us for the sake of my elderly parents. 💔🥺
Hello, my dear friend 🌟
I am Mahmoud Jihad from Gaza, currently living in displacement camps after losing my home, university, my PC, and my city. I was studying Information Technology and caring for my sick father and siblings.
I am raising funds to help my family and to escape from Gaza, as well as to continue my studies abroad 🎓. I started a GoFundMe campaign for this purpose. Your support can make a significant difference ❤️.
My campaign has been verified by @beesandwatermelons ✅.
Please share, like, comment, and donate even a small amount 🙏.
Could your support save my family and help us survive in this fierce war 😔?
GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01
Thank you! 🌹
currently at $674 / $25, 000 (30/08/24)
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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
I'm Ahmed mater from Gaza ,I live in Holland land now,but my children are under war in Gaza ,they live in displacement camp now .Please,help them to continue their life with out saige and war .Thier schools and their house are destroyed . and l hope them to continue their education out Gaza and to meet them again .Please submit me and like , share the blog https://gofund.me/f18c36b8
currently at €540 / €64, 000 (02/09/24)
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Hi, I'm Safaa, a mother of two girls. I'm living through the horrors of war here as you read my message. I'm fighting death and running with my two children, wateen and Naya, from one place to another to save their lives. I'm escaping a real genocide and the spread of diseases and epidemics.
My husband is a journalist who was seriously injured in the head and almost killed while covering the events. I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us.
Your generosity has the potential to make a huge difference.
Please donate and/or share 🙏🏻
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currently at $1,365 / $10, 000 (02/09/24)
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I'm Lama Al-Hourani, 24 years old, administrative assistant from Khan Younis in the Gaza Strip and my husband Mohammed, 30 years, an accountant for Elites Centers Group in the Gaza Strip.
We married in August 2022, our lives are filled with love, happiness and comfort in a beautiful, quiet, spacious and warm house that has never lacked anything of all the requirements and luxury and this house was like everything we had. Life turned upside down in Khan Yunis ground war.
My husband's family of 12 people and I had to be forcibly displaced to the city of Rafah without anything in a tent that does not accommodate five people in a cold and harsh winter with the difficult possibilities of life without income and all the necessities of life are 20 times the price of more than its normal price.
On the 120th day of the war, our beautiful house was bombed, which I did not live in for more than two years. The family house of six floors has settled on the floor and we only have some beautiful memories and some pictures left.
My husband lost his job because of the occupation blowing up the centers in the Gaza branch and Khanyonis, and we lost the beautiful family car as well, and I stopped working as well because of this grinding war.
We became homeless and jobless. Help us get out of Gaza. Every dollar makes a difference and saves our lives.
My name is Tala Nassar, a 17-year-old from Gaza.
My mother is in a critical medical emergency. She was previously diagnosed with breast cancer in her left breast. Her condition is indescribably severe, and her prognosis worsens by the day. This has been exacerbated by the recent bombings and ground invasion of our neighborhood in Nuseirat. Her condition has deteriorated further due to the toxic gases from the bombs dropped just meters from our home and even the smoke from cooking on an open fire, as gas is unavailable.
Since the start of the aggression on Gaza, she has not received any treatment. The only cancer hospital in Gaza was completely destroyed long ago. Her compromised immune system and diabetes only make matters worse, as finding any medication right now is impossible. We are incredibly fearful of the possibility of metastasis or something even worse.
Please help us. We desperately need medical assistance for my mother, and we are running out of time. Your support can make a difference in saving her life.
dancing (drowning)
The dark waters slip through her fingers, the waves swaying in a dance she can’t hear the music to. Would it let her go if she gives in? Or would it drown her, like those who danced before her? Would she be able to rest if she just closes her eyes?
Then, in the distance, she sees it - a beacon of light amongst the cruel waves of the ocean.
A small island in the middle of nowhere, a quaint house nestled between the trees. The lights from the house feel like a relief, like the first sliver of hope in bloodshed. She can almost feel the blessings splashed on her skin, the first ray of sun after a stormy hurricane. A figure stalks out of the red door, wrapped in warmth & comfort. She couldn’t see his face from where she was but she recognizes the soul all the same.
He smiles, eyes crinkled with content. And in the desperation to feel that same smile stretched under her thumbs, she finally swims.
The dark waters slip through her hands, laps at the open wounds on her legs (through her armour, on her back, on her neck, on the torn line of her left eye) - cocooning her in a slow ascend, a return to a home long since buried in a hope dismissed.
She reaches out her cold hands and he catches her with his calloused ones.
He clings to her hands, her waist, attempting to replace the chill with his own heat. She cradles his face with the same reverent love, the almost-worship adoration that she left him with the day he left her bloodstained.
The wave crashes against the shore and the dance begins.
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. Short stories, prompts, rantings, fandoms, OTPs , blah blah blah Critics are welcomed, it helps me improve. Requests are greatly appreciated. I'm a female bisexual aspiring writer and hv no problem with people wanting to chat.
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