Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—
you laugh through the pain,
you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,
you post memes in the darkest hours,
and somehow, your hearts remain warm.
When you feel someone is hurting,
you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.
I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.
I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.
*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️
I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔
Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.
My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”
And sometimes… I have no answer.
That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.
My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here
If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:
And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.
Thank you, deeply.🌸"
Seen on Insta and looked to confirmed, Google replaced Palestine by Isnreal on Google map,I can’t believe it…
Please help our friends as much as you can they need help, we can’t let this happen, please donate if you can and do your clicks ! ❤️🖤🤍💚🇵🇸 Add fundraisers to this post so we can help as many as we can !
Edit : apparently untrue, as in never been there in the first place which is also horrible… please reblog anything you see that could help 🇵🇸
Netanyahu decided today to continue the war. This means more children will be killed and many lives will be lost.
And don't forget the difficult humanitarian conditions of hunger and lack of basic resources for life. Let us be understanding and logical and take a serious stand with the oppressed Palestinian people. Let's come together toward justice and humanity. Don't get tired of standing by our side and supporting us financially by donating here and supporting us morally by participating and interacting. From the bottom of my heart, my family and I say thank you to everyone.
400+ people were killed in gaza last night.
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
Due to the brutal and barbaric Israeli bombardment, Gaza is once again being burned under fire. Do you realize what's happening now is exactly what happened in 1948? History is repeating itself — literally. The same plan, the same goal, just different tools and methods. And just like back then, no one is standing with us. The world is watching, outraged, sharing images and videos, issuing statements of condemnation — but offering no real help, no real action to stop this nightmare. We are being erased, and the world is letting it happen
If you don't want that happen, If you care about us, If you think we have the right to live not die, donate for us , share every single word about us. But not just sharing _of course sharing is helping _ But we are in need for your donations
Donate here
8 months of Genocide and, 15,500 children killed
30,000 orphans
35,000 child amputees ( Gaza has the largest population of child amputees in the world)
and there are people out there still justifying this??? like are you not human enough?
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE!
(the linktree to donate for the people of Palestine is in my bio)
My wish and dream is to have a loaf of bread and a drink of water for me and my family to live on.
What is your dream here on Tumblr? Donate here.
I have nothing to give. all I can do is reblog. I want to help. And this is the only way I can.
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