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Winter here is not just a season, but another battle added to our lives. 🥶⁉️

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Our children sleep on cold, wet ground, without blankets to warm them, and no walls to protect them. Their voices mix with the sound of the wind, a silent cry asking for help.

The cold, water, and hunger are killing them, and the numbers speak of the scale of suffering. We are not numbers, we are human beings, with a right to live. In Gaza, the dreams of our children drown in the floodwaters that have swept through our fragile tents. Their clothes, their food, even their few toys are not spared from the flooding. The fierce winds nearly tear our tents from their roots, leaving small bodies shivering from the cold, and small hearts wondering: why must we suffer all this?

Will you allow this innocence to be lost in this hell⁉️

The children of Gaza deserve more than just survival; they deserve life. Save our children, stop the war, we are not numbers.

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My name is Shahad Dahlan, I am 30 years old, and my husband is Hassan Al-Badrsawi, 34 years old. .

We live together in a story filled with both hope and pain, a story that began many years ago in a small, warm home that represented security to us. Those walls, despite their small size, contained everything: our memories, our hopes, and our dreams. But, in a single moment, we lost everything 🥺

In the early days of our life together, we lived in a rented house, and we struggled with all our might to provide a better life. We worked hard, despite the hardships of life, until we reached our goal: a small home of our own. We even built it with our own hands, and when we finished, it was one of the happiest days of our lives. But the dream didn’t last long. Due to the deadly war that swept through our country, we were forced to leave our home.

The moments when we said goodbye to our house, carrying all our memories and dreams, were some of the hardest moments in our lives. We left it behind with everything in it, and lived for a long time in tents. We fled to Al-Aqsa University, but when the occupation took over, we had to move again, first to Rafah and then to Deir al-Balah. It was a journey filled with suffering, confusion, and hardships that we didn’t know how to face. We were even bombed several times and escaped death by miracle.

But what destroyed us completely was when we returned to our home, only to find that everything had turned into a pile of rubble. Our memories, our dream, and our hard work were gone. The house that was once full of memories and dreams we built with our hands was now nothing but ruins. We lost our job, we lost our home, we lost everything. Even our small cat, who was part of our family, disappeared.

Our lives were once full of hope, but now we live day by day, struggling just to stay alive. I had studied physical education at Al-Aqsa University, and I worked in gyms and children's entertainment programs for summer activities. As for my husband, Hassan, he worked in interior design and decoration, and he was passionate about his work. But now, he can’t find any job opportunities, and we are living in very difficult conditions.

Our dream today is simply to survive and stay alive. Our dream is to reach Egypt, where we hope to find a safe place to start over. This is our only dream, and every day we fight to achieve it.

Today, we are in desperate need of your help. Any donation from you, no matter how small, will have a significant impact on rebuilding our lives. You are our hope after God, and with your support, we will be able to build a new future full of hope.

We thank God first, and then we thank you for your support and assistance in this difficult journey. 🫂❤️‍🩹

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Help Mohamad reunite his family and clear his debt

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges and provide a stable future for his family.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Edit: 8/1/2025

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I am Engineer Mohamed Jamil Omar Nashwan, and my wife is Lubna Mohamed Khalil Nashwan. We have five children: two sons, Jamil and Ahmed, and three daughters, Elif, Jwan, and Jude. We used to live in a house in northern Gaza. My wife worked at a beauty salon, and I worked for a company.

Suddenly, war broke out and destroyed everything. Our house was demolished, the beauty salon was destroyed, and my workplace was ruined. Now, we are living in a torn tent in the middle of Gaza, specifically in Deir al-Balah. We have no money, no proper shelter, and no food. We rely on aid, which is often insufficient.

Here I sit, helpless, with nothing left. Our lives have completely fallen apart. My children are hungry and have no clothes, and my wife suffers from heart disease. I urgently appeal for your help. I will attach photos to illustrate our current situation. We desperately need your donations with love, compassion, and kindness.

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🚨Quickly, look what happened today above our heads 😭😭

How long will we continue to live in this genocide? How long will we live in this fear? Can anyone live some of what we are going through? Please help me to get out of this danger and be able to get treatment and live safely 😭😭It's been two days and I haven't collected any donations 😭😭😭😭

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“As I look at my children, my heart breaks 💔. The three little ones in this photo, my beloved children, were taken from us in this unending tragedy 🕊️💔. Their laughter, their innocence, their future—all gone, leaving a void that can never be filled.

Each child here carries a piece of those we have lost, the family that is no longer with us. I see glimpses of their grandparents, their aunts, uncles, and cousins in their faces, and it tears me apart knowing they’ll never know the warmth of those who should be here with us 😔💫.

Yet, I am here, holding onto these memories and to my remaining children with all the strength I have left 🙏. They look up to me with trust and hope, believing that I can keep them safe. Despite everything, I pray they will have a future filled with love and peace 🌹.

Every day, I carry the memories of my lost children and family members, and I fight to give my surviving children the life they deserve—a life without fear, filled with joy and freedom. I will keep fighting for that dream, no matter how heavy the pain 💖.”

“Yahya, my little warrior 🌟. Despite the chaos around him, he finds a way to live, to smile, to be just a child. His innocent eyes hold so much strength, and every day he reminds me that life still exists, even in the ruins around us 🏚️💔. He plays, he laughs, he dreams—unaware of the hardships surrounding him, or perhaps, choosing to rise above them with the innocence only a child can have 💖.

He’s the light in our darkness, a reminder that hope can survive even the toughest times ✨. Watching him grow and play, I feel both the weight of what we’ve lost and the beauty of what we still have. Yahya is my reason to keep going, my little heart that beats with resilience and joy 🌹.”

Help Dana to get her arm back 😣💔

💔 Dear friends and compassionate hearts,

My name is Nour, and I come to you with a heart heavy with grief but also holding onto a small spark of hope. I am from Gaza, a place filled with hardship, but nothing could have prepared us for the pain we are living through right now. My beautiful daughter, Dana, who is still just a child, lost her right arm in this tragic war. 💔

But that wasn’t all we lost.

Dana lost her three beloved siblings, and many other dear family members. Our family home, once filled with warmth and laughter, is gone, reduced to memories. Now, only Dana, her little brother, her mother and father, her aunt, her uncle, and her young cousin remain, all trying to pick up the pieces. 🏚️��

Yet, despite everything, we are holding onto hope. Our deepest wish is to help Dana get a prosthetic arm so she can have a chance to reclaim joy, strength, and resilience. Even the smallest contribution, like 5 USD, can be a light on this dark path. 🌟

🖤 A Day That Changed Everything 🖤

“It was supposed to be just another ordinary day, but it turned into a nightmare I never imagined. Dana’s father, the strong man who has always been our rock, left that morning with his usual determination and resilience. I never thought I’d see him like this—lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors. 💔

When I got the news, it felt like a knife had pierced my heart. I rushed to the hospital, praying he’d be okay. 🙏 But when I finally saw him, I could hardly recognize him. His face was covered with scars and wounds from shrapnel, his clothes soaked with blood and dust. Even through all of this, he tried to give me a small smile, as if to reassure me. But I knew the pain he was enduring was beyond what words could express. 😔

He would open his eyes every now and then, trying to stay strong, but I could see his strength slipping away. The smile I used to cherish was gone, replaced by a distant look, searching for hope amidst the pain and shock. 🥺

That moment made me realize just how precious our loved ones truly are. Every day, I pray for his recovery, that he’ll come back to us whole, and that we’ll once again see the smile we miss so much. ❤️‍🩹”

🏚️ This Was Once Our Home 🏚️

“This was once our home—a place filled with laughter, love, and memories that can never be erased. 💔 Every corner held a story, from the marks on the walls where the kids measured their heights 📏, to the windows that welcomed the morning sun ☀️, filling our rooms with warmth.

But now, it’s reduced to rubble. Walls that once protected us now lie scattered and broken 🪨, like pieces of a life shattered beyond repair. The rooms where we gathered as a family are now open to the sky 🌌, exposed, vulnerable. Yet, standing here, I feel as if I can still hear the echoes of our voices, lingering in the air—a reminder of what we once had. 🕊️

In the midst of this destruction, there’s a haunting beauty, a symbol of resilience. We may have lost our home, but we haven’t lost our memories or our hope. Amid the ruins, we hold on to the belief that one day, this ground will witness new stories, new beginnings, and the laughter of a family rebuilding from the ashes. 🔥🌱❤️”

💔 The Place of Loss 💔

“This place… it was once filled with life, with the laughter of my children and the voices of my family. Now, all that remains are broken walls and shattered dreams. This is where I lost them all—my children, my family, everyone I held dear. The echoes of their laughter have been replaced by an unbearable silence, and the warmth of their presence is now a hollow memory. 🕊️

I stand here among the ruins, looking at the remnants of what was once our world. I can almost see them, playing and running around, their faces lighting up with joy. But now, all that’s left is rubble—a painful reminder of what was taken from us in a moment of cruelty. 😢

They say time heals, but standing here, I feel the weight of my loss even more deeply. Every piece of debris holds a memory, every fallen stone speaks of lives cut too short. 💔

I carry their memory with me, and I pray that one day, there will be justice for all the innocent lives lost here. Until then, this place will forever remain a scar on my heart and a testament to the love and the lives that were stolen.”

If you find it in your heart, please consider helping us. Whether through a donation, sharing Dana’s story, or keeping us in your prayers, we will be forever grateful. The link to support is in my bio. 🙏❤️ Thank you for reading, sharing, and standing with us in this time of unimaginable loss. Your kindness means more than words can express.❤️

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Unhappy New Year 😭

As everyone celebrates New Year’s Eve 🎉 and prepares to welcome a new year filled with hope and joy, I find myself alone in the darkness of pain and suffering ����. The shelling by the occupation's aircraft has destroyed my home 🏚️ and deeply wounded me, as shrapnel from the explosion has entered my body.

I underwent surgery 🏥, but unfortunately, it was unsuccessful due to the **collapse of the healthcare system** in Gaza. The doctors told me that the only solution is to travel to a country with an advanced healthcare system 🌍 to remove the shrapnel, but the road to recovery is not easy.

I have created a fundraising campaign 💖, but so far I have only been able to raise **1,000/10,000 Euros** needed. This amount is not enough to cover the treatment costs.

**Tonight, I wish that all friends would donate whatever they can, so I can expedite my treatment process.** While everyone celebrates the beginning of a new year 🥳, I am living with unbearable pain all the time. I kindly ask you to donate what you can and to share my posts with your friends and family, as everyone can play a role in saving my life 🙏.

**Every euro makes a difference 💶, and every share gives me hope.** I thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️ for your support and assistance during these difficult moments.

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Commissions for Mohammed and Samah

I've been supporting two Palestinian fundraisers that have stagnated recently, one for Mohammed Al-Habil (@mohammedalhabil2000), and the other for Samah (@samah-2). To help them get more traction, I'm revamping my donation commissions. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

$5/€5 head portrait commissions

(furries, robots, and creatures welcome)

$10/€10 Pokemon card commissions

(other creatures also allowed)

Commission process

Donate to Mohammed (shared by northgazaupdates here and vetted by association in this post) or Samah (relative of @bilal-salah0, who is #132 on the vetted fundraiser spreadsheet by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi):

Then send me a screenshot showing that you donated, via tumblr messages or my email voidlaurel@proton.me, and let me know what you'd like me to draw!

You can do anything you want with my art once you have it except remove my signature or use it in an AI. Please link back to this post if you post the art somewhere else!

Goals as of December 28

Mohammed is at 84% of his total goal - he has €3,209 to go!

Samah's short term goal is $10,500 - she has $345 to go!

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WE ARE IN A MOMENT OF DEEP DESPAIR, AND OUR HEARTS ARE HEAVY WITH SORROW.

WE KNOW THAT YOU FEEL WHAT WE FEEL, AS THE SITUATION IN GAZA IS TEARING US ALL APART.

Every day in Gaza is a new tragedy, the war continues, and the bombs never stop falling. They talk about a ceasefire in the news, but on the ground, all we see is more bloodshed and destruction.

The feeling of death follows us everywhere, with constant shelling and airstrikes that show no mercy. Our children are living in freezing cold, under tents that offer no protection from the wind or rain. Life here has become harder than ever, prices are soaring to unbearable levels, and hope for a better tomorrow feels further away than ever.

We don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but we live in constant fear that the war will end our lives before it ends itself. We pray from the depths of our hearts for peace to return, and for this nightmare to end before it consumes everything.

if you wish to help us, please share this post with everyone. your voice might reach someone who can make a difference and help end this suffering.

DONATE HERE

DON’T DELAY! DON’T LOOK AWAY!

the best time to act was yesterday, and the second best time is right now.

Vetted by @bilal-salah0

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It took a lot for me to mature enough to accept a lot of the time you just don’t get closure like ill never understand why certain things happened or ever receive an apology or talk to certain people again or know the answers to questions I can’t ask and people die or leave or drift away sometimes and there’s no answer. and this is actually starting to sound like some doomer shit but im not joking when i say it actually became way easier to move on with my life when I accepted sometimes things will just be left wrong and can’t be made right and there’s no point in wasting any more of my time on it

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Ayoo just to preempt the inevitable dumb takes we’re about to start seeing;

I am PRO-WOOL

I am PRO-LEATHER

I am PRO-BEES

Fuck the idea of replacing durable, sustainable animal products with cheap, flimsy plastic that doesn’t bio-degrade. Agave nectar and other artificial sweeteners are expensive, labor-intensive, and destroy the environment to be farmed.

Do not buy into pernicious marketing campaigns pushed by dickhead organizations trying to stay relevant, like PETA.

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Mohammed is up to €17,387 / 21,000 as of 3 hours ago. He still has €3613 to go.

Just 3 people donating €5 would get him to €17,400. Please keep donating and sharing!

Urgent surgery needed to save Gaza teen’s leg

Mohammed is in a crisis situation, on which you can find more information under our “#mohammed al habil” tag.

Mohammed has been unable to attend his physical therapy due to lack of funds. The condition of his leg has deteriorated as a result.

He now requires an urgent operation in order to save the function in his leg. Mohammed is only 18, and he is terrified of spending the rest of his life with only 1 usable leg.

The operation costs $4,000. Currently, Mohammed's campaign is at just over €17,000. This represents the total funds raised over time, not the funds currently avallable.

New temporary goal: €21,000 EUR

Need to raise: €3,712 EUR (about $3,828 USD)

Please help Mohammed save his leg!

NOTE: I am unable to effectively fundraise for Mohammed. We are urgently hoping for bloggers who will be able to devote time and attention to promoting his campaign. Please consider making a post for Mohammed to promote his campaign so he can save his leg!

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because most of us can't. the majority of subsistence artists, like sex workers, are in this line of work because we can't do other work. there is also a huge amount of overlap between sex work and subsistence artists and always has been. i have no clue why I continue to see it being discussed as something every artist is simply choosing to do out out some combination of stupidity and narcissism. i would cut off one of my toes to magically have the ability to show up to a normal job every day.

there is a huge blind spot about artists in Marxism and leftist discussion of labor generally because Marx literally didn't talk about them and they don't fit into the "owning the means of production = bourgeois" model unless you're dumb enough to call the guy doing tourist caricatures on the boardwalk "bourgeois", and no joke I have actually seen people try to argue this, but everyone normal understands they are stupid so it doesn't matter. we agree that the guy on the boardwalk with the easel or the bucket drums or the harp is not actually bourgeois.

if you have actually worked in the "creative industry" without support while paying your own rent and groceries and not being supported by parents or friends or a spouse, and you know a bunch of other people who have been doing the same thing for a long time, you are similarly confused by discussions along the lines of "why do artists simply not get other jobs if they hate being slowly fed into the social media meat grinder 🤔"

i can tell you exactly why. it's because I spend 25 days out of every month having to Lie Down, and when I tried saying the words "Americans with Disabilities Act" to various employers and school administrators like you're supposed to, I got shitcanned and failed so many times it was like a vaudeville routine. you will find that this is true of a great many working artists (not hobbyists and not students living at home, adult working artists), perhaps most, and I genuinely continue to be baffled by the fact that nobody seems to be aware that drawing things for cash (or dancing or writing articles or editing manuscripts or taking wedding photos or whatever) and other jobs without set schedules (like stripping, camming, etc) are careers a lot of people, certainly the ones without any starting capital, end up in when they can't get paid more for fewer hours. and you get paid more for fewer hours in basically any other job than these, including working at fast food or walmart.

surely you can hear how this sounds? "if you don't like it, why don't you just get a job that pays more?" where have we heard that before? stop. think.

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Hello, I wish you all the best. It has been more than four months and we have not reached the goal, my friends. This is because the support is very bad and weak. Therefore, I hope that you will help and donate so that we can reach the goal as quickly as possible, especially since the prices of food and supplies have become very high. We cannot buy flour, wheat, baby milk, or even the most basic necessities that can help us survive, especially since we are now in the winter season and live in dilapidated tents that do not protect us from the cold of winter or even the heat of summer. Therefore, I hope that you will donate, please, and I hope that you will share on the widest scale. You can donate even a small amount, perhaps up to $5. A little bit at a time can enable us to buy milk for our children.

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"edit images with AI-- search with AI-- control your life with AI--"

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for @zinaanqar and her new daughter ronza. please support gazan children so they can flourish, all kids deserve to survive

verified by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi, #264 on their spreadsheet here.

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🔴🚨Urgent Assistance Needed Amid Humanitarian Crisis in Gaza

Recently, I found myself in a very difficult situation. I borrowed a sum of $2800 from a distant friend, but due to the ongoing war in Gaza, I have been unable to repay this amount on time. The situation here is dire, and I am struggling to provide food, water, and basic necessities for my family amidst the catastrophic humanitarian crisis that Gaza is experiencing.

My friend has requested that I repay the money, and I informed him that I will do my best to gather the amount as soon as possible, within a week at most. However, at this moment, I simply do not have the means to fulfill this commitment due to the challenging circumstances we are facing.

I have been sharing our story throughout Gaza for the past two months, hoping to find help in this crisis. We are experiencing severe shortages of basic resources, in addition to the health and humanitarian challenges caused by the ongoing conflict. I cannot overlook the suffering of my brother, Mohammed, who is injured and part of the immense hardship we are enduring.

The sooner your help arrives, the better, as time is running out, and we urgently need your assistance.

May God bless you, and I hope that your compassionate stance will help us overcome this trial.