I write these words with a heavy heart and a heavy heart. My mother, a symbol of tenderness and giving, is now suffering from unbearable pain, as she suffers from deadly blood cysts on her liver that threaten her life at every moment. The situation has become like an endless nightmare; every minute that passes brings us closer to eternal separation.
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A Voice from Beneath the Rubble: We Do Not Want to Die of Hunger
The war has returned to us in a criminal and inhumane way, without any rules or restraint. Camps and hospitals are being bombed, children and medics are being killed in cold blood, and all international prohibitions have been violated.
Death rains down from the sky, and hunger consumes us from the ground.
We are trapped between two fires, there is no escape from the bombing, and no salvation from starvation.
My little child cries out from unbearable hunger, and I am powerless to comfort him, We have nothing left to eat except some green herbs I boil, hoping they will ease our hunger. 💔
In the past five days, we have received only 5 dollars, not even enough to buy bread for my child for a single day, Donations have tragically declined, and we can no longer afford even the bare minimum of necessities. 😥
Entire families have been forced to flee their homes under the relentless bombardment. Even the area they push us to, claiming it is "safe" (Al-Mawasi), is bombed daily without mercy.
The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and escaping to a safe country is impossible.
It is a systematic plan of slow genocide, by missiles and by hunger.
From the heart of the siege, from amidst the destruction, from beneath the rubble…
I plead with you through the tears of a mother fighting to protect her child, with a body weakened by pregnancy and hunger, with a soul that holds on only to the hope in your compassionate hearts. 🥹
Please, help us. Save my child, my unborn baby, and my family from this hell.
Every donation—even the smallest—is a lifeline in a sea of fire.
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Hello everyone, Enas ( @enasfamily55 ) has been reaching out to me, asking for help. She needs urgent donations. Don't ignore this post. You can read Enas's story in her words here. But to shorten it, Enas has two children, Mohammed and Hala, both very young. During the genocide, her husband was murdered. Leaving Enas to raise her two children alone. They are left without a father figure, they are left without income or shelter, they are left amidst the pain and destruction alone.
How is Enas supposed to care for her children? How will she provide the necessary healthcare? The food? Water? How will she protect her children from diseases and infections running rampant? How will she prevent malnutrition? How will she raise them in a stable and healthy environment, when all they know is bombing, grief and loss. Every child deserves to live a good childhood, surrounded by love and warmth. They didn't deserve to watch their father die - we as humans should be doing everything in our power to prevent this heartbreak.
Imagine watching as your children suffer, and you are left helpless. Imagine watching your children cry and being unable to soothe them.
Even a small donation - ANY AMOUNT - can greatly help. Any donation can make a difference, just a few dollars can help them eat tonight, or stay warm. If you have money to spend at a coffee shop, you can help them.
9% OF DONATION GOAL RAISED - They are lucky to get 5 donations in a day.
I am reaching out to you, dear friends around the world, hoping you can offer help. I am asking for any kind of assistance—whether it’s food, water, shelter, or even words of support. We are desperately in need of your help to survive this nightmare.🥺💔
Please, if you can, help us. Every little bit counts in this time of unimaginable suffering. Your support can make a life-changing difference for my children and me. 🙏
I pray for a day when my children can live without fear and know peace. 🕊️
Thank you for hearing our cry.😭😭😭🇵🇸💔
Hello, I'm Asmaa from Gaza.
I was born in 1991.
I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.
My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.
I worked in a private job and received a salary that covered my expenses as much as possible.
We were happy until the war came.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing now.
My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.
My brothers, Mahmoud, and Ashraf stayed behind.
We cried several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.
During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced down the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape. Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers. I lost my beloved son Mahmoud. Ashraf Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who are grieving, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without saying goodbye, without a kiss on their forehead, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better life and a dignified life. May God bless you all.
im imagining willow showing caroline this dress and the moment willow leaves caroline just loses it and starts hopping around the room squealing like a lovesick idiot schoolgirl with a massive crush. like the most atrociously down bad lesbian crashout of all time.
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To "die" means the ones you love can't see you anymore. Don't matter much whether you're the one who leaves or the one left behind. You never get to see each other again. Now I'm so far away from home and never returnin' again.. Does that mean I already "died" once?
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