The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people
Some days, I wake up and wonder how we are still here, still fighting to survive. The weight of everything we have lost is heavy. Twenty-five members of my family are gone. Their laughter, their presence, their warmth—wiped away in an instant.
Our home, the place where we built our lives, is now nothing but rubble. The life we had before is completely gone, and every day is a struggle to find a way forward. But what gives me hope is the kindness of strangers—people I have never met, yet who have chosen to care.
Today, we’ve reached $2,500, and while it’s still a long way from what we need, it means everything to us. It means we are not forgotten. It means people see us, hear us, and want to help.
đź’” We have been displaced over and over, forced to flee with nowhere safe to go. đź’” We have no home, no stability, no certainty about what tomorrow will bring. đź’” Every day is a battle, not just for survival, but for dignity, for hope, for a reason to keep going.
Even $5 might not seem like much, but for us, it is the difference between despair and a small moment of relief. It is proof that someone still cares. And if you can’t donate, simply sharing this post helps more than I can express. You never know who might see it and be able to help.
To every person who has donated, shared, or simply taken the time to read our story—thank you. You are part of our hope, part of our strength. You are making a difference in our lives, and I will never forget that.
“Fuck #Ice shoutout to my Mexicans , pass this shit”
-Â Fabio Ochoa @QuePasaWindow
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Hey! This is the link to the cards, a good resource for anyone who needs them or wants to provide them to their community. https://www.ilrc.org/red-cards
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. 💙
Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.
We’ve reached 16% of our goal (€3,224/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
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đź”— Donate & share: Donation Link (gofundme.com)
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT TRUMP DID NOT SAVE TIKTOK!! THIS WAS ALL A STUNT TO MAKE HIM LOOK GOOD!!
PAY ATTENTION TO WHATEVER HAPPENS NEXT!!
Everyone here on Tumblr you know that the war in Gaza is over but for me the war is not over because when you see yourself living in a tent that does not protect you from the rain and cold or you see yourself unable to provide food for yourself and your family and you see your memories become a dream and you cannot do anything and you are confused this is the real war your donation makes a difference in my life
i know, i know. you're trying not to doomscroll and i usually make silly memes, but this is important.
what's going on? mass a***ests and de***ntions of Dominican people looking for better lives. i'll let Bianca Graulau explain:
why is this happening? because Puerto Rico is considered a U.S. territory, not an independent nation or a state with representation and voting rights. Puerto Ricans and Dominicans are caught between disaster and the dregs of empire (climate disasters and Big Oil projects).
what can we do? support. support. support Dominicans and Puerto Ricans. and not just when bad bunny or young miko is doing a thing. or during hurricane disasters. or baseball season. people deserve to live. they deserve reparations, sovereignty and self-determination.
here are some orgs that help folks who are just trying to get on their feet and find the resources they need.
Ayuda Legal Puerto Rico
CASA
Nos sostenemos tee shirts.
Black Immigrant Bail Fund run by Haitian Bridge Alliance
HASER
donate to BUDPR's work toward Puerto Rican independence
I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.
Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.
We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.
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