I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.
For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.
My home and my university were completely destroyed .
I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.
Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.
Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.
I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.
This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days. Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.
I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can .
I am a person whose dreams, life, and ambitions were stolen during the war. All I have left is the hope of escaping from here. Help me revive this hope ❤️🙏🙏
So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name.
Sorry For tagging you guys randomly but this is the only way to reach more people and to gain your attention please help me sharing my story to people who care about Palestinians 💔🙏🙏‼️🇵🇸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
“Your passion for killing has spoiled you, now it is you who you fear the most…”
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Part 6 better bring back Doppelganger!Goemon from Part 5, for the angst.✨
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 18% of our goal (€3,509/€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.
✅ Verified by Association:
@bilal-salah0 Here
🔗 Donate & share: Donation Link (gofundme.com)
Every Share, Every Kind Word Matters 🙏
The weight of grief and survival is crushing. There is no break, no moment of peace. Every day, we are forced to keep moving forward, even when we don’t know where forward leads.
Today, we’ve reached $2,200, and that means everything. It means we have people who still believe in us, who still care.
💔 The struggle is not over. 💔 The losses are too deep to count. 💔 But your kindness helps us breathe.
If you can help, please do. If not, sharing this post helps more than I can explain. You never know who might see it, who might be moved to help.
Thank you for holding onto hope with us.
who really is goemon ishikawa?
I’m really bored... any ideas?
Every day that passes, I feel more overwhelmed and helpless.
I'm a university student from Gaza, and I’m in my final year.
I still haven’t paid my tuition fees — and without that, I can’t register for my internship.
This isn’t just about a degree… it’s about my future, my family, and my only way to move forward.
We’re lacking basic essentials — food, supplies, even the simplest things are becoming harder to find.
Everything is expensive, and the situation here is beyond what words can describe.
I started this campaign because I had no other choice.
Not for luxury. Not for extras. Just to continue my education and support my family with the little I can.
Please, help me reach my goal — help me stand on my feet and give back to the ones who believed in me.
"My campaign is officially verified and legitimate."
@irhabiya
@bilal-salah0
@gaza-evacuation-funds
In light of the events from the recent ep (Ep 23)…it suddenly gave me this idea of how Shu could end up as Gilarc’s host. Long story short, Guil Arc’s part of the Sage’s trial, gets Shu to be Guil-Arc host by convincing him (or using his concern for Yuma’s safety/insecurities) promising that he can “free” Yuma from the responsibility of being a hero (or something to that sort), ergo keeping him from potentially dying at some point because of being Arc. So on top of the shit that just happened in ep 22, from the whole “I don’t wanna lose you” bs and Shu snapping at Chief Ban cuz he’s basically watching the love of his life fucking get his ass beat with no chance of winning (and if you include the anxiety he felt during the time Yuma disappeared for 4 days during the Blazar Crossover arc, as evident in his diary entries) have this angsty drawing I did based on a screenshot from the trailer (and potentially a what-if scene for the movie lmao)
Here’s the cleaner version:
And here’s the screenshot
Anyways holy fuck I need this movie so fucking bad omggggggggg
💔 $5,000 for the father.
💔 $5,000 for the mother.
💔 $2,500 for Khaled.
💔 $2,500 for Intesar.
, The rest will go toward essential living expenses—because there’s no safety net here, no hospitals, no medicine, no healthy food.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything❤️❤️🙏
We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️Jehad❤
Lupin PART 6 EP 19 SPOILERS
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Me after ep 19: MATTEA, YOU BETTER START RUNNING