I Really Fucking Hate Having To Ask For Help, And This Is A Last Resort, But I Won’t Be Able To Make

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Hello dear ones! 🇵🇸🍉

We in Gaza are facing genocide and famine.

It is horrific, and we need your help for our family. This donation is a beacon of hope, our only lifeline in the abyss of despair. With a heavy heart, I ask for your generosity as we go through this inexplicable ordeal. Your contribution could mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for that, we are eternally grateful. My name is Mohammed. I was shot by an explosive bullet that pierced my left hand and I need a transplant as soon as possible and to buy medicine. Children Amir, Malak and the family are suffering from malnutrition and anemia due to lack of food, clean water and medicine and they need to buy a tent to replace their destroyed home.

"Mohammed, Amir and Malak are not just numbers, they are human beings dreaming of a better future." "Your donation is a new spark of hope for Mohammed, Amir, Malak and their family." "Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference." Please highlight my campaign by donating and reblogging and you can create a post to encourage others to donate Thank you for your constant kindness and compassion in our darkest times.Thank you, our children will be safe and we will never forget them.Mohammed is only 17, but he has endured so much over the past year. He even got his arm injured and needs a bone grating surgery as soon as possible. Otherwise it will lead to an infection and then amputation if it is not treated in time! So please donate and share. How about we help them reach the 23.5K mark! There is €779 left to go! Thank you..My campaigns were documented by appsa @90-ghoset & @ibtisams"🍉💔🙏#youer

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Help me please 🙏💔

https://gofund.me/8b2ac999

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My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

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Donate to Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for Aya and Her Family, organized by Aya Alanqar

A Cry for Help from Gaza My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm marrie… Aya Alanqar needs your support for Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for

Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.

Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.

Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.

Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.

Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.

Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.

My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.

The Right to a Peaceful Life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.

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Donate to Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for Aya and Her Family, organized by Aya Alanqar

A Cry for Help from Gaza My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm marrie… Aya Alanqar needs your support for Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for

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please keep engaging and sharing Mona and Muhammad's posts ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Help a Gazan family get to safety!

#111 on the gaza vetters list!

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Donate to Help this family to get out of Gaza, organized by Mohammed Gebril

I am Muhammad Jebril from Germany, residing in Berlin. I created this campaign fo… Mohammed Gebril needs your support for Help this family

Muhammad and Mona are a young family with two beautiful daughters, 6 year old Iman and 5 year old Toleen. i have been keeping in contact with Mona on whatsapp for a while and the things she tells me are beyond horror. there are rumors of the border crossing opening soon, so they need funds for that (30,000$ for all 4 members of the family), but even more urgently - funds to just survive.

Iman and Toleen, these vibrant, fun-loving little girls are forced to go through WINTER in a thin, nylon tent with a torn roof! the outrageous prices of any clothes at all leave the sisters sharing a single pair of torn slippers. and somehow, their parents still need to buy food.

this campaign is stagnating, and the goal is a very achievable one. even if all of my followers donated 10 dollars, they would be set!

currently they need around a 1500$ for a new tent, and around 1000$ for winter clothes for the girls.

and if you want, please message Mona and Muhammad on their blog, @monamohammed3they feel extremely alone and forgotten by the world. if you could provide them with the support, monetary as well as moral, they would appreciate that immensely.

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help a disabled butchfemme couple out!

hello everyone! i hope y'all can take a sec to read this & share it if possible. my femme is going to be moving down to live with me (& my parents) at the soonest next month and recently lost her job due to a petty reason (although she's also disabled & burnt out on top of that) so she no longer has any income to help her save up for the travel we'll be taking. i'm disabled as well & unable to work without it taking a big toll on me physically & mentally but i'm attempting to apply for SSI disability benefits. unfortunately that will likely carry on into next year if i even get approved!

we could really use any help with donations for travel expenses (gas, uhaul, food) and any money left over would stay in savings as emergency funds for her or her pup as well as savings for us to get our own place eventually. i'll link her accs below if y'all are able to donate but if not, it'd be appreciated if y'all could share.

the drive is going to be 12ish hours there & back and we'll be having her pup with us as well. we've only received around ~$120 which we're incredibly grateful for but we very likely will need more for everything.

thank you so much if you've read this & please reblog! links are below:

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I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.