But This Turned Into Something Bigger.

This Is My Story, and I Kindly Ask You to Read It

Hi everyone,

I’ve stayed quiet for a while, hoping things would clear up on their own. But I can’t stay silent anymore. What’s happening is not just unfair — it’s deeply hurtful and confusing.

As many of you know, I’ve been sharing my story here for the past few months. I’m from Gaza, and like so many others, I’ve lost nearly everything because of this war — my home, my loved ones, my sense of safety. I started my campaign not to guilt anyone, but simply to survive, and to make sure that voices from Gaza are still heard.

In the beginning, I may have reached out to people too often. I was new to Tumblr and didn’t fully understand the limits of outreach. I realize now that some people felt overwhelmed by my messages, and I genuinely apologize if I caused any discomfort. That was never my goal. I was just trying to be seen in a world where we often feel invisible.

But this turned into something bigger.

Some users began spreading false claims about me — saying I’m not from Gaza, that I’m not the person in my photos. None of that is true.

Before I ever shared a single post, I contacted Gazavetters — a respected Tumblr page that vets campaigns from Gaza. They asked me to send a photo of myself in Gaza holding a paper with their name on it. I did. After reviewing everything, they verified me and added my name to their list as number 309.

This Is My Story, And I Kindly Ask You To Read It

First picture before the war

Second picture during the war

For weeks, I was listed as verified. Then one day, I was suddenly flagged as Spam/Bot — with no warning, no explanation, no message. I reached out again. They asked for a thing, I provided it, and they restored me.

But just a few days ago, a friend told me that I’ve now been flagged again — this time as Scam/Spam. I was shocked. I’ve messaged them again for answers, but so far, there’s been no reply.

This label is serious. People who once supported me are now doubting my entire story. And that hurts more than I can explain.

So I’m asking publicly, with full transparency:

Gazavetters — why did you mark me as Scam/Spam after already verifying me?

What proof do you have to support that?

Why was I not warned or contacted first?

@gazavetters

You shared a general post warning about people who pressure donors by saying things like, “If you don’t donate, I will harm myself.”

I have never done that.

I have never said anything extreme or manipulative.

I have always spoken kindly and respectfully — asking for help, or simply for a reblog.

What makes this harder is that I see other campaigns on your list using much stronger language, and yet they remain flagged “safe.” I am not here to criticize them — everyone struggles in their own way — but I do want to understand:

Why am I the only one flagged with such a damaging label, despite doing everything right?

I am not a scammer.

I am a real person — from Gaza — and I have nothing to hide.

If anyone has doubts, I invite you to talk to me directly, and I’ll gladly provide proof again.

But I also want to say this:

Gazavetters, you have a responsibility to be truthful and fair. You verified me. You received my proof. If you truly believe I’m a scammer, show the evidence. If not — then please be honest with the community and speak up.

Right now, people are using your flag as their only evidence to say I’m a liar. And your silence is allowing false narratives to spread. If you know I’m real — and you already verified me — then please tell people the truth.

Don’t silently mark me with a harmful label and walk away.

That’s not vetting. That’s feeding doubt.

To those who’ve supported me:

Thank you for your kindness, your reblogs, and your trust.

To those who doubted me: I understand, but I invite you to learn the full story before making a judgment.

To Gazavetters: I still respect the work you do, but I ask you to stand by your own process and your own words.

This is my campaign, if you want to read it and decide for yourself

Chuffed

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study like your life depends on it, because it does.

Educate yourself. Set that alarm for 3:47 AM because you feel like it. Read Oscar Wilde and Sylvia Plath. Fill that white board on your wall with quantum equations. Read opinions and beliefs about the origins of the universe and its nature today. Write passionately, whether it's a fanfic or poetry. Drink black coffee and green tea. Prioritise skincare over makeup and do calisthenics. Learn about the stock market. Watch lectures on philosophy and psychology. Practice your mental math. Learn the anatomy of the human body and coding languages, 'cuz why not.

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