Baby Talin feeling hot in the tent 🥹 help share & donate please!
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Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!
The situation is getting more serious, please help. My children wish for a happy life, nothing more. They want to play like the .children of the world
this fundraiser is vetted. please don't let it get lost despite the blog being gone. tumblr keeps deleting palestinians' accounts.
following this dude on insta who only has 5k of 35k on his sons evac fund and im so confused cuz he has multiple microinfluencers making videos abt him, hes been consistently posting and asking for donations for at least two months, hes DMing everyone he sees, he's even got ppl printing his story out and pasting it up apparently. yet only at 5k? after all that time and effort?
here he is
btw i have actually been in touch with him for a few weeks now and i would really appreciate if everyone could share and donate
the fund is at $5,082USD of $35,000USD as of june 18th
HIS BABY IS STUCK IN NORTH GAZA 😭
i am not fucking calling him eustace winner.
I'm Abdelrahman, 22 years old. My journey has been marked by loss and resilience. When I was 18, my father passed away from COVID-19. Determined to build my own future, I pursued an education in multimedia technology, balancing my studies with work to cover my expenses. I was preparing to establish my home and life.
My mother: the princess whom we strive to make happy and satisfy. ❤️️
However, the war in Gaza, especially in the north, brought devastating tragedy. My home, university, job, and family were all destroyed in the conflict. While my family moved to the south, I was in the north, facing famine and moving from place to place, trying to survive.
Our street used to be lively and full of people, but it is no longer like that.
I have witnessed countless difficult and painful scenes while escaping death multiple times. In northern Gaza, life is reduced to a cycle of fleeing from danger and searching for food amidst the rubble of destroyed homes.
I have survived many times,I was hit by a missile in previously destroyed house
This picture is enough to show our suffering in getting flour to survive.
My dream is to travel abroad with my mother and sister to continue my education and develop my practical skills. For the past eight months, I have been unemployed, focusing on self-improvement and hoping for a better future.
Your help can save a family from death, it can save a dream, an ambition, or a success, so please help me by donating or publishing my story so that I can save my family.
This is Farah's 'GoFundMe' (she's not that far off from her goal :) ) -
You can clips of the situation people are facing in Ghazza that she's uploaded onto her Instagram handle - farah.n.ammar.
The entity delights in taking away these people's limbs, sight and dignity - the football players, the journalists, just every day humans.
Please boost and raise awareness.
This man messaged me on Twitter asking me to reblog his fundraiser and I saw he had a new account, so I was a bit suspicious, and asked him to write my name in the sand outside the front of the tent he had in his photo to prove he was real and in Gaza. I didn't expect to hear anything else.
He did it. And in the recording he sent with it, you can hear the warplanes/drones overhead. He is in Gaza, he's real and he needs our help.
Here's his story:
I went from being a digital marketing student to an ice cream vendor due to the lack of job opportunities, then to a prisoner in the hands of the Israeli occupation forces. My name is Abdulrahman Mushtaha, a 21-year-old from Rafah city in southern Gaza Strip, where the Israeli occupation sent me after more than 25 days of detention. This might be just a number to you, but during this time, I experienced some of the worst forms of torture and humiliation from soldiers and recruits not older than twenty. All of this because of my nationality. Maybe I would have stayed in northern Gaza, enduring 100 days without seeing my mother's face, kissing my father's hand, or playing with my two-year-old nephew. 100 days without hugging my sister Heba, who is starving in northern Gaza due to the occupation army besieging their house for more than 50 days. Now, Abdulrahman is without university, without a job at the ice cream shop, and without shelter. Perhaps with your simple help, I can return to life? Perhaps your simple donation could be a chance for me to survive, if life remains, maybe with your help, I can save my mother, father, my nephew, and whoever is left of my family. Help me rebuild my life at my beautiful city that the occupation has turned into a ghost town.:
If you've got some spare money, send it his way. It'll go to someone who really needs it.
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I understand that you are weary of keeping up with this, tired of watching this war unfold, and exhausted by the endless stream of pictures and videos. You are worn out by death, drained by sorrow, and, perhaps, even by us.
We apologize for burdening the world with our news, but what you are tired of seeing, we endure every single day, every hour, every minute, and every second.
We do not have the luxury of pausing this horror to catch our breath, nor to give you respite. Your solidarity, however, reminds us that the world has not yet grown numb to injustice, to killing, or to devastation.
What we ask of you may feel overwhelming, but please remember that we have so much love, goodness, and generosity to share with the world when this war finally ends. We, too, cherish life.
So, bear with us a little longer, and please, do not forget us.
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Written by Ezzideen Shehab
6 June
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