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We are drowning in bill's,eating is practically a luxury,and my health has been deteriorating rapidly,
Everything has gone from bad to worse, my lungs are compromised for not being able to have my treatment as indicated by my doctor after my last check-up, my doctor says that the hope of recovery are nil because I'm not complying with the treatment as included
Respiratory crises are becoming more frequent.
I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing,this implies permanent treatment with steroids,oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.
I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment
I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing,this costs around $700 per month
Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford,please donate 🖤
❗️I am requesting emergency assistance.❗️ I desperately need help with INSULIN this month.
Anyone willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for a much, only need $370 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share,reblog any help can save my life. Thank you so much and be blessed.💓💓🙏🙏
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Please help & Blessings ❤
DONATION RECEIVED $196/$370
I am short of $174 to completing to get my insulin, please help me , Thank you so much for your kindness.
THANKS Y'ALL
🚨Very important🚨Create a new campaign
After gfm deleted my old campaign for no apparent reasons, the site will return the money to donors within days, as you can see in the message.
Please give my family back a source of hope by donating your recovered funds to my new campaign.
I am telling you that after the campaign closed, we cannot buy a bag of flour, the price of which reached 300€ due to the closure of the crossings and the extremely high prices.
I also tell you that we cannot provide bread for the children of my family since the day before yesterday.
You are the great hope to save my family in the ongoing war of extermination.
Like, reblog, support🙏
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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨
Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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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. Our house was completely destroyed. 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, but it too became rubble. 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.
Save my life 🙏🍉
Hi, my name is Saeed, I am 19 years old, I live in an unjust reality, the war on Gaza.
This war destroyed my ambitions to study engineering and robbed me of everything beautiful in my life that I lived with my family that embraced me, my father, mother, brothers, sisters and nephews. We had a beautiful house with its simplicity, where we lived a simple and beautiful life, but in this war our house was completely destroyed, our memories that we preserved and our unknown future, our present is more difficult than you can imagine. We have become living for the purpose of living only and escaping death, we die every moment to provide the necessities and requirements of life, we have felt the taste of death repeatedly, when you hear the sounds of bombs and explosions and see the remains and children and the panic that we live.
So we decided to travel from this place and move to a safe place, where we find the future and the present to build memories. But the cost of travel is very high and we cannot afford it. We need an amount of 5 thousand dollars for each person and my family consists of 9 people, as well as the cost after the travel until we find a safe haven. For the sake of humanity, for the sake of love, for the sake of humanity. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading the words I wrote about my suffering. Help me by donating and sharing.
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Thank you all 🙏❤️❤️
Please help here 👇👇
Peace be upon you
I am Massa and my name means jewel. I am from the completely destroyed city of Gaza. I was displaced with my family to Deir al-Balah in the central region....
My family, consisting of many children, young people and the elderly, live in tents in a very miserable situation with a lack of all the necessities of human life....
The elderly in my family need medication on a regular basis, which is not available, and if available, it is very expensive....
We have been living in tents for more than a year, winter is coming, the tent is worn out, and we are sleeping in the cold and frost...
We are in a very miserable situation. Diseases and epidemics have spread among us...
We are in dire need of donations to get out of this miserable situation and buy food, medicine, winter clothes and prepare the tent for winter...
We would not have asked for donations if it were not for the dire need. We were safe in our homes before the genocide...
Note : Children need psychological support due to extreme fear
In the name of humanity, support my family.
Hello, I’m Ibrahim from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children.
Our life before 10/07/2023 was full of optimism and peace, but because of the brutal war and the mass extermination carried out by the occupation army on Gaza on that date, we lost our home and were forced to flee, moving more than 8 times in search of a safe place, but to no avail.
The war destroyed my livelihood and my family’s livelihood, and we faced hunger, illness, and the harsh conditions of heat and cold for an entire year. We lived in a small tent that we moved in several times to different places, fleeing from the bombing and destruction, all in search of safety.
In the midst of this tragedy, my dear mother was severely injured as a result of bombing by the occupation’s planes. She was transferred to Egypt for treatment. She underwent five surgeries, and now she is staying in a hospital in Egypt. However, we are unable to bear the costs of her treatment and the required medical supplies, while we have no income or source of livelihood. Additionally, the blockade on Gaza prevents us from visiting her due to the enormous amounts required to coordinate our entry through the Rafah crossing.
Amid this suffering, we were blessed with a newborn.
His arrival brought us great joy, but it also increased our burdens. Our baby needs special care, and his needs, such as formula milk and diapers, have become extremely expensive. I cannot describe the feeling of helplessness when he cries from hunger, and I cannot meet his needs. The high prices and the absence of income have made securing even the most basic necessities for him nearly impossible.
To my second family،
Our situation, as well as the situation of my family and the people of Gaza, has become incredibly tragic. Can you imagine that my wife, our four children, and I, along with our entire family, have been displaced more than 8 times and have lived in tents for over 13 months? We are now suffering from hunger in the truest sense of the word. The occupation uses hunger as a weapon and has blocked the entry of aid and food trucks for over two months, leading the country to famine. Prices have skyrocketed, and every day that passes, we live in real hunger.
Please, don’t grow tired of us and don’t stop talking about this injustice.
I need your help and support now more than ever.
The funds raised will be used to cover essential needs:
1. Traveling through the Rafah crossing to Egypt: The cost of crossing the border for individuals over 16 years old is $5,000, and for those under 16 years old, it is $2,500. For our family of six, the total will be $20,000.
2. Visa application for entry to Egypt: $300 per person, totaling $1,800 for our family.
3. Passport fees: $100 per person, totaling $600 for our family.
4. Costs for my mother’s treatment: $15,000 to cover hospital fees, surgeries, and other medical services.
5. Basic living costs and temporary accommodation in Egypt: $1,500 per month for six months, totaling $9,000.
6. Education for my four children: $5,000 for six months.
The total amount required: $49,000.
Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference.
You can donate through the link in the bio (GoFundMe).
Thank you for your generosity and support in these difficult times.
Please, We need you & your humanity 🤚‼️
🚨Winter is coming🚨
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Mohammed and I live in this tent and don't protect against the winter cold or the rain. 🥶😞💔
The roof is worn and there are holes, and the windows are also open. Rain enters inside, and the door also has holes, not closed, and water leaks inward. ‼️🍉💔
We need to buy a shader to cover these holes so that the rain doesn't leak on us. This cover is very expensive.😭
🤚If you feel free and have some humanity, please help us and donate to us... link campaign
Protect us from the winter & cold.. Stand with us🙏🫂
This is the fourth departure. I miss you, my children. May God protect you. I am afraid that we will not meet 😭🇵🇸🌹
Please help secure a future for an entire family - me, Ashraf, my wife Ghadeer, and our lovely innocent son Yamen 👶💙
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I'm Ashraf from the war-torn Gaza. I've lived an entire life under siege in Gaza, facing relentless military actions and life-threatening conditions daily. In October 2023, the conflict escalated drastically, devastating my newly built house, my neighborhood,my workplace, and jeopardizing the lives of my family.
I mourn the loss of our safe haven, but more urgently, I need to secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality.
Meet Yamane, our precious seven-month-old. Who was born during this war, We aspire to provide him with opportunities that surpass our own experiences, fostering a future filled with joy and prosperity.
This campaign is a call to arms for all who believe in the transformative power of community support. By contributing, you're not just donating; you're actively shaping Yamane's world, ensuring his journey is filled with the promise and potential every child deserves. Join us in making a profound impact on his life
Yamen... he's only a baby. He doesn't understand the fear that grips us, the darkness that engulfs our lives. He just smiles, his eyes bright with innocent wonder, oblivious to the terror that surrounds him. He reaches for me with tiny hands, his laughter a fragile melody in this symphony of destruction. 💔
But how long can this innocence last? How long can we shield him from the reality of this war? How long can we keep him safe? 😥
Current Progress 🩷🕊€10,700/ €20,000
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude to share that we’ve raised €10,700 of our €20,000 goal. Your generosity is a beacon of hope for my family, especially for my little baby boy Yaman👶🩷, who deserves a future free from fear and filled with opportunity.
Thank you for standing with us during this incredibly challenging time. Your support means the world to us, 🌺🩷🌿🕊
But we still need your help to reach our goal. Please continue to share our campaign and consider contributing if you can. Together, we can create a brighter future for Yamane and all children affected by this conflict.
Vetted by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi , fundraisers list Number (#328)
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on their list ( #74 )
Vetted by /@90-ghost
Vetted on X platform on this spreadsheet (#391)
“Silent watcher” Kenzo Tenma x F!Reader
genre: fluff, slight angst to comfort. cw: slight spoilers, anxiety, dealing with trauma, post canon au
The second week of October in the foothills of southern Germany was overcast. From the small open balcony, where her feet were freezing from standing for so long, there was a view of the misty plain a couple of dozen meters down the slope. She rested her shoulder on the door frame, slightly leaning to the side, and dispassionately watched the drumming raindrops. The humidity of the air provided a sense of coolness with each breath, as if reaching the alveoli directly, and the rhythmic pounding of the drops hitting the surface was pleasantly calming.
Once she hated the rain. But then something changed. No, the rainfalls did not become less frequent, less gray. She became different.
From a warm awareness, a shadow of a smile appeared on her calm face, and her auditory receptors were distracted by another monotonous sound. The rustle of the rain slowly began to replace by the rustle of a pen sliding over paper, coming from the bedroom they shared for the duration of their stay in the hotel. Her bare feet carefully stepped over the wooden sill, not wanting to feel the still fresh pain of hitting it last night, and found themselves on a room’s floor which was only a couple of degrees warmer than the wet tiles of the balcony. Her hair, slightly fluffed up by the moisture, kept trying to get into her face as her quiet steps made their way towards the desk.
He had once loved the rain. But then something had changed. No, the rainfalls had not become less frequent, less gray. He had become different.
The black ink of the pen traced the lines of the German alphabet evenly on the expensive coated paper. He wanted to focus on the unwanted mail, just not to hear it, just not to remember it, just not to see it. The meaningless advertisements and annoying requests for interviews that he had finally learned to ignore seemed to be a salvation for him at such moments. Focusing on the calligraphic handwriting, on the work of the hand, writing the letters with excessive diligence, he was distracted. Perhaps this was partly why he decided to connect his life with neurosurgery. Endless hours of painstaking manual work freed him from the need to live in the present. The brain was busy, the heart also temporarily fell quiet. The silence lulled.
Kenzo continued to write out template phrases of greetings, apologies, farewells. It seemed as if just a little more and he would go to the neighboring rooms, collecting advertising letters, and would write responses to them, signing them himself as Mr. N or Mrs. T. He himself, also not noticing, slightly blushed from excessive efforts, completely immersed in routine work.
The pen froze only for a moment, when a cool trace of someone else's palm remained on his hot cheek, on the opposite temple - a slight imprint of cold lips.
If someone had been watching them through the window that overlooked the shallow slope, they would have been reminded of Klimt's "Kiss". The play of temperatures descended on his collarbone, diving under the collar of his wide shirt along with a woman's forearm, as cold as the pads of her fingers, which still tormented the capillaries on his cheek with a chill. The rain was disgusting to him. The rain was mixed with blood, hatred, the sticky and tenacious nightmare of Ruenheim. But now only it gave him another moment with her, another joyful moment of life. Another second, minute, hour, day spent with someone who truly knew him. Love in the present, not the future and not the past.
And only the rain could paint their "Kiss".
English is not my first language, but I’m pretty fluent, so had to use translator and correct some mistakes, would love some feedback :)
Hello, this video was filmed by my wife at the beginning of the second day of the war. My wife and four children were alone. At home, two days later, the house was bombed. But my wife and children were heading to the city of Rafah to escape from the north. This is how my children live in Gaza. Please stand by me.
