Please do not pass. Stop, watch and post. I need your help and support for me. If you cannot donate, post to your friends. We need you. We are in Gaza. Our situation is catastrophic. We no longer have a home 🏚or a source of livelihood.You have destroyed all our hopes and the dreams of my children. Please help me spread the donation campaign..

€1,307/€50,000

This family’s campaign has been vetted here. They are far from their goal, so please donate if you have the means, and share even if not!

Hello friends, this is my family who are displaced in southern Gaza. I hope that friends will help us take them out to a safe country or donate to collect the right to coordinate. Please help us.@sar-soor @appsa @akajustmerry @feluka @marnota @el-shab-hussein @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist@sayruq @tortiefrancis @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @vivisection-gf @belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @ibtisams @animentality @kordeliiius @communistchilchuck @brutaliakhoa @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @the-bastard-king @tamaytka @4ft10tvlandfangirl @queerstudiesnatural @northgazaupdates @90-ghost @skatehan @awetistic-things @gentl3manly @baby-girl-aaron-dessner

"What do we want to eat?" A recurring daily question followed by silence and confusion in my mind Not because of the abundance of options, but because of the lack of them Vegetables - none Meat - none Dairy - none Fruits - none Medicine - none Water - none Cleaning materials - none There is no available flour and a few poor-quality canned foods that have brought diseases to emaciated bodies exhausted by hunger and thirst in light of the brutal war. #I encourage friends to donate for my children🤲🤲

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Please do not pass. Stop, watch and post. I need your help and support for me. If you cannot donate, post to your friends. We need you. We are in Gaza. Our situation is catastrophic. We no longer have a home 🏚or a source of livelihood.You have destroyed all our hopes and the dreams of my children. Please help me spread the donation campaign..

"ingredients you can pronounce" "all natural" "organic" "no chemicals"

i think im in love with you

Band called ship of Theseus who replaces one of their members with every album release

I am losing my fucking mind.

know a window hate to see my ass coming

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From WAR

Save one life, save the whole world

Hello everyone, I am Muhammad Ibrahim from Gaza City. I work as a high school teacher. I have three children: Princesses Nana, Meme, and Lulu

I try to provide happiness and protection in the midst of sadness and death. We had a beautiful home

We were living a beautiful, quiet and stable life in a warm, loving and cohesive family atmosphere. But my house was subjected to major damage as a result of the bombing of a house next to us, and it became uninhabitable

My children loved to play with animals. My daughter Nana had a beautiful bird named Zico, and my daughter Mimi had a beautiful little cat that my daughter took care of from childhood until she grew up. As for my little spoiled daughter, Lulu, she had a small dog, but unfortunately we lost him during our displacement from northern Gaza to the south, which had a negative impact. For my daughter, she lived through a difficult period, so I gave her a beautiful little kitten on her birthday, which happened during the war, in place of her dog that was lost.

Since the 7th of October, we have been displaced more than 6 times after the occupation threatened our region and told us that it was a battlefield and that it was a dangerous area and that we must go to the south of the Gaza Strip. We went to the south under bombardment and bullets to gain safety.

After more than 330 days of resisting the heinous genocide, my family and I are working to support ourselves through community relief and mutual assistance efforts that stopped due to the occupation taking control and occupying the city of Rafah

But the price of survival is high, as we have to pay $5,000 for each of us to be evacuated from Gaza and go to Egypt. We have lost all our material possessions but we do not want to lose our lives, so I have no choice but to humbly ask for your help. This fundraising campaign It serves as a beacon of hope for us to survive, and it is our only hope amidst the abyss of despair

With a heavy heart I beg for your generosity and help us overcome this ordeal. Your contribution could mean the difference between life and death for my family, which is why we are forever grateful for any support.

One dollar can make a difference in my life. Your skip could cost us a life

we are under a genocide. Don't skip, help us.

I don't want to see my brothers and parents slaughtered infront of my eyes.

Hello, Iam Sami, From Gaza, Palestine. Iam the eldest in the family. I have five brothers, i love them and my parents very much, i used to take care of them, i used to feel responsible about them, so that, iam writing to you, with great pain. And we decided,me and my mother , to start this campaign, it's the only hope for us to survive.

Iam 19 years old, iam a very premium student, i always used to be the first in the class.

I started the previous year with a great hope to have avery high average as i used to, it was a very divisive year to me, after which, i will enter university, it,s the general secondary school. I used to start studying grom 3a.m till mid night, this toil was because my dream became closer to achieve, i will travel abroad, i will study and work together, i will help my family, i will escape from this city, the city of wars. But unfortunately, i didn't catch up.

The war broke down in Oct, the 7th,2023. We were displaced, the next day of bte war, our home was bombed and destroyed completely. From that moment, everything in ouu life was destroyed as well.

The only thing that i took from our home is my books, they were the most valuable thing to me. But, in vain. I lost this year, i lost my life, i spent this year in horror, escaping from death here and there, with my family.

My daily life became, instead of studying, waking up early searching for water, searching for a very simple meal, searching for wood to enable us to cook. Even my little brothers help in this works, we are trying to defend ourselves from hunger and thirst. That's our daily life in the tough tent, under burning sun in summer, and cold, rain and storms in winter. Iam exhausted.

And now death became surrounding us from every were, we are trapped in a very narrow area, under rockets. We are under a genocide.

But still, there is a little light from a small window in this grave. it's the last attempt to survive.

My husband Mohanad and I both worked as administrators at the Palace of Justice in Gaza.

We got engaged just two months before the war,

bought an apartment, and began dreaming of a new life together. But the war changed everything. Our workplace and apartment were destroyed, and we lost our jobs. Despite it all, we chose to move forward and got married in the middle of the war, with no wedding ceremony—just a simple union that symbolized resilience amid the devastation.

We’ve been displaced multiple times, each time facing a new eviction order and starting over again. We were forced to leave everything behind and flee with only a few belongings. The displacement was devastating, as we had to leave behind the life we built and the dreams we held for our future.

Today, we live in a small home in Al-Nuseirat, struggling to cover basic needs like food, water, and alternative electricity, facing monthly expenses we can hardly bear. Recently, a new eviction notice was issued for our area, and we don’t know what lies ahead. We’re searching for online work and have skills we can utilize, but finding opportunities has been very challenging under these conditions.

After renting the apartment in Nuseirat, we thought we had found a safe haven from the horrors of war. But on the night of 3-11-2024, explosions erupted nearby, and we never imagined one would hit our apartment. Suddenly, a missile struck; walls shook, parts collapsed, and windows shattered, leaving the room we had just been in destroyed.

We miraculously survived, but the place that once felt like a refuge had become a scene of chaos and destruction. With heavy hearts, we gathered what little remained and moved on once again, hoping to find shelter far from this endless devastation.

Vetted by @gazavetters, Number (#42) on this list

Vetted by association in this post

https://gofund.me/0dd287db

Any support would be a new source of hope for us.

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I am Safaa, the wife of Ahmed Kamal I'm From Gaza City,Zaqout . and I'm 23 years old .We got married five months before the war on Gaza, and thanks to God we were blessed with our first child, Kamal. We had a beautiful home and many dreams. My husband had a wedding dress rental company, and the name of the company was Five Stars. We dreamed of expanding our company, buying a car, and moving forward to a quiet and beautiful neighborhood. But this barbaric war came and took all our dreams to ruin. The house, the company, and our beautiful dreams were destroyed. Today, we live in a tent in an isolated area that used to be a garbage dump. We suffer from skin diseases, and our child, who is now one year and two months old, suffers from a chest crisis because of the weather and severe pollution. Therefore, I ask all of you, everyone who reads these lines, to donate to us so that we can leave Gaza. I need a large sum of money, as the Egyptian Republic imposes a coordination fee of $5,000 per person. Therefore, donate to us and contribute to saving my family. Thank you all.🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸

Please donate and help save my family.

Look how we suffer every day to bring drinking water. Either you suffer and pay a lot of money for water.

Thank you to everyone who participates or donates. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

https://gofund.me/a865d17c

Amidst the Ruins of War and the Pain of Illness: A Mother's Journey to Save Her Son

One morning, the sun rose like any other day… but it wasn’t just another day.

It was Saturday, October 7th, and I woke up early, filled with hope and excitement, ready to head to my new job as a pharmacist — a dream I had long aspired to. I had landed the job just a week before the devastating war broke out. It was 5 a.m., and my responsibilities as both a mother and a pharmacist intertwined. I was preparing breakfast and lunch at the same time, getting clothes ready for my young son, Youssef, who was only 17 months old. We were supposed to go together to the nursery next to my workplace, where I had planned for an ordinary day, filled with work and life.

But fate had something different in store for us.

Suddenly... the missiles rained down.

Everything around us turned into smoke and terror. All the dreams I had painted for myself and my son’s future vanished in that moment. It felt like the world had crumbled around me. I called my manager, apologized for not being able to go to work, and told him I had no choice but to flee. Our home in East Gaza was no longer safe. From the experience of four wars and six escalations, we knew the west was usually safer.

As I hurried to pack up and prepare Youssef for the evacuation, I saw the fear in his little eyes. He looked at me softly, with the innocence of a child who had never known war, and asked, "Mama, what’s that loud sound?" How could I explain to him that it was the sound of destruction? I gently said, "Sweetheart, that’s thunder, the sky is going to rain."

But the truth was, the sky wasn’t going to rain anything but fire.

Youssef, my son, suffers from a chronic illness.

Just four months before this war, doctors discovered that Youssef had grade four esophageal varices, a serious condition. The only treatment was available in Israel. I had been taking him there for treatment with medical and security permits. His next surgery was scheduled for October 29th, but now everything was in turmoil.

We fled to the home of relatives in the west of the strip, trying to adjust to our new reality, gathering food and preparing ourselves for the worst. But the worst was yet to come. One day, on a Thursday, the house next to us was bombed, and the rubble fell on us. I screamed his name, searching for him through the debris. But God was merciful. Youssef emerged safely from the wreckage, and in that moment, I knew I would do anything to protect him.

The next day, came the order to evacuate from the north to the south.

My only thought was: How will I treat Youssef? How will I secure his needs amid this chaos? We fled to the central part of the strip, beginning a new chapter of suffering — finding food, water, gas for cooking. Everything became a battle.

Youssef couldn’t eat normally because of his illness. He survived on boiled eggs and fried potatoes, and I desperately tried to get him to eat some tahini to stimulate his appetite. With every bite he took, I exhaled a sigh of relief, knowing that my strength as a mother wasn’t just about feeding him but keeping him alive in the midst of lethal circumstances.

But time was not on our side.

Weeks passed, and his symptoms began to show again.

On December 17th, Youssef started vomiting blood. My heart jumped out of my chest as I rushed him into my arms and headed to the only central hospital. They did what they could with their limited resources, but they refused to refer him for treatment abroad, claiming his case wasn’t urgent enough. There were cancer patients, children with amputated limbs, and thousands of similar stories, all fighting for the same scarce medical attention.

But I wasn’t going to give up. We submitted the request for a referral and waited for our turn and a chance to travel, but the fear never left me.

Youssef, with his innocent nature, asks me every night, “Mama, when will we go back to our beautiful home?”

How do I answer? Do I tell him that our house no longer exists, just like everything else we lost? I would tell him, "Soon, my love, soon." He would then ask for his favorite green car. I promised him I’d buy him a new one when we found it, but each night he would fall asleep, and the car never came.

As I lived through this daily anxiety, the painful decision arrived.

My husband and I decided to sell everything we owned and borrow what we could so we could travel before the border closed and Rafah was overtaken. Travel was our last hope for Youssef’s treatment, but what we didn’t know was that fate was already reshaping our tragedy.

The border was closed, Rafah was completely destroyed.

The dream of treating my son now seemed unreachable. I watched him grow before my eyes, suffering — not only from his internal bleeding illness but also from the destruction that surrounded us from all sides. Every day, I see the pain growing in his innocent eyes, and I feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness, as a mother, as a pharmacist, as a human being, unable to save him from this nightmare.

I cannot describe the weight of the pain that resides in my heart now; Youssef, who should be playing and laughing, is living every day under the weight of his illness and the fires filling the skies above us. Every night, after his questions about his green car and "when will we go back home?" I try to stay strong, but inside, endless tears of helplessness flow.

I am fighting to keep my son alive, but each day, I see the hope slipping further away…

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@palestinegenocide

We have managed to raise €32.000 for Nader and his family since the beginning of our campaign, and as with any other Palestinian who are fighting for their lives against the oppressors, I do not wish for Nader and his family to succumb to the murderous regime. Please, together we can raise enough so that they can afford for basic necessities as well as for them to be able to escape through the border crossing, once it opens.

They're not asking for much, just €10 should suffice!

By donating, you are not only helping Nader, but also his entire family!

This fundraiser is vetted by @gazavetters, number four on the spreadsheet here

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Hello, I am Maha, Ratiba’s daughter, from Gaza. I funded this link to help my family

I am Ratiba Al-Shaer,I am 54 years old, My husband died, and I remained responsible for meeting the needs of my children, Day and night, I became a father and a mother to them. It is a difficult task and a great responsibility after I used to live in comfort, and my husband was responsible for everything, but he died and left me and my children, and we have no source. He entered, the world became dark in my face, but I was determined to be strong and not to surrender for their sake.

I have four children:

Abed, Mohamad, Ahmed, and my daughter Maha.

We had a beautiful little house with many beautiful details and love and wonderful family bonding.

My children always looked forward to the weekend to spend a fun day somewhere and have a good time together

As the days pass and the displacement takes place, the situation gets worse for us

The war has stripped us of everything.

The home of our dreams, the safety and the sense of security that once supported us. Our world has turned into a struggle for daily survival. Even the basics of life such as food, water and medicine are difficult to obtain. Even education and their future have been halted due to the constant threat, bombing, destruction and genocide.

After October 7, this damned war forced us to leave our home and give up everything we had. We moved to places that were supposed to be safe, but they became dangerous. We were forced to continue moving from one place to another in search of safety for my children, and I have not yet found a safe place.

We live in a tent in this bitter cold,I could not get clothes for my children from under the rubble of my house. And they feel very cold

Currently, we have lost everything we have. I only have my children

Please, as you read this, think about the difference you can make. It's not just about saving lives; It is about restoring the dignity and hope that war stole. Your contribution can be a lifeline that saves a monotonous family and gives my children a chance in a world where their future is not determined by fear.

Rather, loving and caring for those who stand with them in their most difficult times, continuing their education and feeling safe

I ask everyone to donate and help save my family and get us out of Gaza.

Preware👇

After the war👇

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remember that "i'm speaking" gimmick she did every time someone brought up the palestinian genocide at her rallies

and then white queers starting wearing “i’m speaking” pins as unofficial campaign gear

Imagine living at Avengers Tower where Loki also lives. After the election, you talk about packing your bags and leaving the country. At night Loki appears next to your bed, asking you to stay.

what the fuck

nuke this fucking hell website

I don’t understand anything anymore honestly

everyone shut up this is inspiring. what does loki say next op

osama's family needs a gas tube for cooking proper meals for themselves. they also recently bought a tent, thanks to your donations, but still need to rent a piece of land to place the tent.

please support osama's family.

this is a vetted campaign. osama's blog is @karshosama if you would like to see more updates and pictures. the video was provided by osama's fiance, rawdh who im in regular contact with.

the goal we are trying to reach for them is €650!! that is so small- I know we can do it.

tagging for reach @tsaricides @executing @vampiricvenus @t-800 @erectiledisfigurement @gothhabiba @90-ghost @gaza-evacuation-funds

Wat does frick my bean mean

Yes master