My name is Hejer, and I am from the Gaza Strip. Before the war, I lived with my family in relative stability despite the challenges surrounding us. I was studying Doctor of Pharmacy, and my three siblings were also university students. We all had big dreams and worked hard to achieve them. My father was the sole provider for our family, and despite our limited income, he managed to cover our education expenses and basic needs.
But on October 7th, our lives were turned upside down. We woke up to the sounds of bombings, destruction, and bloodshed filling our streets. There was no time to process what was happening; we were only searching for safetyābut in Gaza, there was no safe place.
In the early days of the war, we lost access to basic necessities. Water was cut off, food became scarce, and our education, which we had worked so hard for, suddenly felt like a distant dream. My father, who had always provided for us, could no longer do so as he lost his source of income amid the chaos.
As the bombings intensified, we had no choice but to flee. We grabbed whatever little we could carry and left under the terrifying sounds of explosions and gunfire, walking with no clear destinationājust searching for shelter. We moved from one place to another, from one house to a shelter, and then to tents that could not protect us from the cold of winter or the scorching summer heat.
We tried to hold on, but the conditions only worsened. There was no more education, no normal lifeāonly fear and survival.
After months of displacement and suffering, we attempted to return to our home, only to find it completely destroyed. We no longer had a roof over our heads, no place to call home. The infrastructure was wiped out, water was inaccessible, electricity was nonexistent, and life as we knew it had disappeared.
Now, we are trying to survive amidst skyrocketing prices and extreme shortages. We do not have enough money to buy even the most basic necessities. I do not know if I will ever be able to continue my education, nor do I know how my siblings will complete theirs. I do not know how we will rebuild our lives in the middle of this devastation.
Today, we are searching for a glimmer of hope, a chance for a dignified life, a helping hand to lift us from this suffering. We do not ask for muchājust the opportunity to live, to continue our education, to have a normal life like everyone else.
Please, do not abandon us in this pain. Do not deprive us of your support, for hope is the only thing we have left.
All of you here on Tumblr, donāt ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? āš½ While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enoughāour hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here š I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them
Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink
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no soul in his eyes only beautiful disks behind those eyes i guess
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My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. Iāve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out ā not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time ā a brief ceasefire ā where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things ā a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isnāt just about survival. Itās about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. Itās about showing my daughter ā even though I wonāt mention her name here ā that the world didnāt forget us.
If youāve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that weāre not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there ā people like you ā still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Iām Farah, a young woman from Gaza living through unimaginable suffering. The war has brought famine, disease, soaring prices, and constant danger. Weāve been displaced multiple times, our home is damaged, and basic needs like clean water, electricity, and medical care are nearly impossible to find.
I was a medical student, but the war stole my education and dreams. I come from a family of seven, and while two of my brothers study abroad, I remain here, struggling to survive.
To my kind friends around the world ā your support, even the smallest amount, can help me endure this tragedy. Thank you for standing with us.
#Free gaza
The fundraiser organizer for Hazem Mohammed Al-Baradweel has NOT given Hazem the money he was owed.
His name is Mohammed Al Amarein, and I will be looking for any other fundraisers he might be organizing that have been put on our list to place them on a suspicion watch. I have already altered the listing for this fundraiser to reflect its nature.
REPORT THE FUNDRAISER BELOW, IT IS VERY CLOSE TO COMPLETION BUT THIS INDIVIDUAL REFUSES TO COOPERATE:
PLEASE VERIFY WHETHER OR NOT YOU'VE DONATED TO THIS FUNDRAISER, IF YOU HAVE, REQUEST A REFUND ASAP AND REPORT THE FUNDRAISER:
If Hazem manages to get a new organizer for his fundraiser I will keep you updated so you can redirect your funds there.
s1 or s2 i dunno i forogor
They reached out to me. We have been doing really well with mutual aid efforts, and they haven't had much progress with their fundraiser <3
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We are currently at 10%
Donations will go towards rent and utilities, basic needs, educational support, medical and psychological care and my husbandās project to earn a living.
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made benrey in art class behind the lil project i had that used a wood board....
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