this is a comic my dear friend @wolf-aid had made using batman both because he’s a very dear character to me and because we are hoping that a popular character will bring more attention to the comic itself.
the comic says most of what i can say already — but i’ll say it again. ibrahim is an incredibly sweet young man who i’ve been close friends with for a few months now. he and his family need help to be warm, to eat, to get medicine, and to survive — hopefully soon they can escape their awful circumstances.
please have a heart: donate what you can, reblog this post, and pay attention to ibrahim’s campaign.
A Fanart of my favorite charactere create by the amazing animator Retrodile
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
Hello👋
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
We made a post for Mohammed about half a year ago. He was displaced southward from his home in Gaza City with his elderly parents by IOF assault. He and his parents are currently living in a tent in Rafah, where they are exposed to extreme heat, hunger, malnutrition, dehydration, and a lack of medical care.
Mohammed’s father suffered a serious neck injury from the occupation, and is now in a very difficult condition. Since we last spoke, his father’s condition has deteriorated severely. His condition is so bad that he is in need of an emergency surgery to save his life.
The only thing holding up the surgery is the cost. Mohammed has had a campaign open for more than 8 months, but progress has been slow.
Mohammed’s father deserves to live, and Mohammed and his family deserve to not have to watch their loved one slowly die.
Previously, Mohammed was trying to raise funds to evacuate his family so that they can receive the care and stability they need. Right now, funds will go toward Mohammed’s father’s surgery. Further funds will be used for survival and to arrange evacuation into Egypt when the border reopens.
Link to SHARE: https://gofund.me/dca2ac27
Link to DONATE: https://www.gofundme.com/f/save-mohamed-and-his-elderly-parents-from-genocide
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🚨Save my child 🚨
My child was injured when the army directly bombed us and he needs urgent treatment, so please help my child. The cost of treatment is $5,000. Please share my post and donate to me, please 🙏🙏🇵🇸
This may be my last call to you, please move, please save Kamal
Your donation could bring back Kamal the little one. Hug me, please, and share.
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**A Young Man’s Plea for Help:**
My name is Khaled,alanqar and I am 24 years old, living in Gaza. I work as an aluminum technician, a profession I’ve been passionate about for years. My workshop, which I built with my own hands, was my primary source of income and a symbol of my hard work and dedication.
However, the recent war in Gaza has turned my life upside down. My home was destroyed, and along with it, my workshop—the very foundation of my livelihood. In a matter of moments, everything I had worked so hard for was reduced to rubble.
- **Finding a safe place to live:** To restore some sense of stability and security.
Hello my friend‼️‼️‼️
I am Alaa from Gaza, my dreams have been shattered and I have nothing left, you are my only hope, I am exhausted and tired, please help me🥹🥹
📢📢my father needs an emergency surgery to walk again and stand on his feet ..💔
Donate even a little, it will increase. I am not asking for much
🙏🙏🙏 Please donate if you can. Share the link if you can.💚❤️🖤🤍
https://gofund.me/c7cef174
I'm not asking for much just $20 🙏🍉
Thank you for your donation 🙏🍉
‼️have a nice day‼️
If anyone can give money to them, I can't do it but please share
"Alive but Forgotten"
We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.
My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.
What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.
Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.
Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.
I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.
We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.
If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.
Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.
@kholoodgaza
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