By the way, fuck Disney and the Olympics
And since I have your attention:
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
Hello,❤
No one donates to me 😢 please help me to make them pls donate to me share my link.🙏💔
📍I swear I will tell you my real story.🙏❤️
🌧️💔 I am Noor, a girl from Gaza, living in extremely harsh conditions. 🏚️ We lost our home to destruction and left everything behind, and the feeling of loss fills my heart. 💔 I am married and a mother to a baby girl, Lin, who is 11 months old. 🌼
📎My husband, Yousef, has been unemployed for a long time, and we suffer from a lack of support. We are living in a fabric tent that does not protect us from the harsh winter cold, and we feel like we are living out in the open, exposed to the winds. ❄️
My baby girl, Lin, is in dire need of milk 🍼 and diapers, but we have no income to buy the basic necessities to ensure her safety. The price of diapers is 100$, and the milk is 50$, which is far beyond our means. 😔
We have been displaced several times, and each time we are forced to leave our lives and belongings behind. We feel like we are starving, and we don’t even have appropriate clothes to face the severe winter cold. 👚❄️ Every passing day, my fears about Lin’s future grow, and I am frightened that I could lose her. 😢
Please, if you can help, we are in desperate need of your support. Every donation will help save our lives and build a beautiful future for us all. 💖🙏
We cannot get through this crisis without your support. Let’s together build a new hope, and please don’t hesitate to assist us. Thank you. 💞✨
📍If you can do something, now is the time. Donate through the special support link, and let hope light up our lives again.🙏😭
Thank you for your support and love. 💞🙏
🔸✨ Help us meet our basic needs. 🔸💖 Your donation can provide us with food and clothes that protect us from the cold. 🔸🌈 Let's make these difficult circumstances a memory that we can overcome together.💔😢
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Hello my friend, I am Muhammad, the father of an only child whom my wife gave birth to during the harsh war. We are going through very difficult circumstances under the missiles and indiscriminate bombing. I have sent many messages to others and have not succeeded in collecting donations for my child in order to buy him milk and the necessary materials. You had mercy in your heart for my child, so donate today. I'm telling you, the price of milk is $100 and Pampers are $150. I just want to contribute to getting them. I don't want a lot. I just want a little, even if it's a few dollars, to spend on my child. Donate them. For my child, and I will pray and pray for you, my friend. Imagine that your donation, even a little, will help. Imagine that you spent $10 to buy candy for you. My child is most in need of the $10 donation. Your conscience will be clear, and of course you can write to me and check on my campaign. If you want to talk to me, video me and I will show you the extent of the famine and destruction. This will be good. I will write. Note: I can lie a lot in my story, and my lying may be useful in collecting donations quickly, but I am honest with myself and with you, and I will never lie. My child is the most precious thing in my life, and I only want a better life for my son
https://gofund.me/25affbbb
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$20/ $20k
He invokes death upon himself from the intensity of the pain.
Omar, who is six years old, survived a massacre that happened to his family, losing his father as a result. This little child invokes death upon himself from the intensity of the pain and shock he experienced. His mother is still in shock.
Please, any amount will make a difference in protecting them.
You are their only hope after more than 200 days in this genocide. Please donate or share the link.
I trust that goodness still exists in people.
There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
[219] “MAKE SURE IT’S SOMEONE YOU REALLY WANT TO STAB A KNIFE IN!”
Based on this image!
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
Hello Everyone,
As the person running Aseel’s ( @aseelo6 ) Gofundme, I would like to tell you that after a month of back-and-forth, Gofundme has terminated Aseel’s fundraiser, like many other Palestinians’, on an unspecified subclause of term 8.21.
I’m still emailing the compliance team to argue for her right to continue to raise funds, and to ask specifically which rule we supposedly broke, but I’m not hugely hopeful after this same thing has happened to so many others.
I will talk to Aseel about what she wants to do going forward, our friend Eben @ebenrosetaylor (who is running the gofundme for Aseel’s mother) mentioned that many people are turning to Chuffed, so I will ask Aseel what she thinks about that. Currently, as some of you may know, Aseel has been accepting Paypal donations through my account. Paypal is terminating their fundraising services, but from direct donations I have collected and sent about $4100 to her from paypal alone over the past few weeks. I would like to find an alternative to Paypal, but it’s all up to what Aseel needs most.
Thank you for your support so far. It seems that everyone who has donated since the transfer hold at around $50k will be receiving refunds. We’ll keep you updated as things progress.
Sage’s silly kitty :3 ‼️
Also 100th follower YIPPEE‼️‼️