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Maha @mahafamily1 and her family have been repeatedly displaced after their home was destroyed. Then last week, their new tent was destroyed by another IOF attack. Maha was able to find an image of their tent after the bombing. This is all that remains: a crater and rubble.

The cost of the tent is $2000 USD. Currently, their campaign is at €12,724 (about $13,188), which means their new temporary goal is €14,724 (about $15,264)

This does NOT include the $500 weekly treatments for Joan. We have posted here about Maha’s daughter, 6-year-old Joan Al-Habil, and her medical issues.

Please help Maha’s family get a new tent so they are protected from the elements! Exposure to cold weather and an inability to rest is making little Joan’s medical condition worse!!

Progress: $0/$2,000 USD (about €1929)

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#venerablegreatking is my biggest hobby… and my greatest fear.

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I eat breakfast and think of Gaza. I take a shower and I think of Gaza. I make christmas plans with my brother and think of Gaza. I call my friend to tell her I love her and I think of Gaza. I turn on a light and I think of Gaza. I go to protests and I think of Gaza. I take a walk by the river and think of Gaza. There is no thought in my mind not anchored to that place, many miles away from me

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i had the most profound gender euphoria i’ve ever experienced today. i was applying oil to my chest so i could take off my transtape in the shower, and i was just kind of scrolling on my phone, passing the time a little. occasionally i’d glance at myself in the mirror while waiting a few minutes to let the oil sit.

i saw my growing body hair, my light dusting of stomach hair that continues to fan out towards my sides and the thickening happy trail creeping downwards, and i felt so overwhelmingly excited that it’s starting to thicken and spread.

suddenly, i had this thought… “i love being me.” and honestly, i’ve never felt that way before in my entire life. i started crying genuine tears of joy for the first time ever. i could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, but not because i hated what i saw. no, this time it was hard to look at myself because i was overwhelmed to find that i didn’t hate what i saw.

then i found myself wondering if this is what transphobes are so afraid of; a 20 year old trans kid reduced to tears of joy on a random saturday afternoon in front of his bathroom mirror because things are finally starting to feel right, my body is beginning to feel like my own? because for once i want to live?

it has been a very long time since i have imagine a future for myself but i’m starting to.

what a beautiful experience being trans is. no one will ever take it from me. death before detransition.

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nonbinary robot trying out he/him pronouns. call that a demoboy

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FANCY CHICKEN

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They are very close! Those who can support and share for this family in Sudan right now, here is the link:

Also, post-editing me, I think there was a typo in the re-tweet -they're still $4K short -wishing all the best for this family!

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Anas is severely depressed and traumatized.

You are probably familiar with @anas-kamal's posts where he explains his people's stance on some issues, most notably the post where he extends love to the LGBT community.

But does he constantly have to work to debunk myths that the racists have perpetuated about his people to be worth your support? Imagine your life being on the line, and having to make a case to the world that it's worth saving, over and over, only to fall on uncaring ears. My heart breaks for him.

Anas is a wonderful human being and one I'm lucky to count as a friend.

With the genocide putting all his dreams and efforts to finish studying medicine on halt, he currently spends his time cheering up the children of Gaza, coming up with activities for them to keep their spirits up and entertain them.

But Anas himself has been suffering a lot in terms of mental health recently. He feels like all his work towards his career is lost. He feels like his life is over. He feels trapped. He is traumatized from witnesssing atrocity after atrocity. He has become sickly and despondent.

I could try to reassure him all day and attempt to keep his spirits up the way he so kindly does to the children of Gaza, but in the end, actions are worth much more than words, and right now the actions desperately needed are sharing his campaign and donating to him so he can continue to survive and to keep up with day to day necessities.

Be their light.

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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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this website is increasingly going down the shitter as it becomes more and more openly transparent that if you hold beliefs that go against the zeitgeist of the average white liberal fandom blogger you are just straight up at risk of having your entire account permanently nuked. the thinnest skinned people on the planet have made this place their home and would honestly rather there was not a single person outside of their exact demographic posting here if it meant they never had to see anything that caused them a single second of discomfort. digital redlining. and yet there is fucking nowhere else to post! so who knows what to do really

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Full names and details of every man who was convicted of raping Gisèle Pelicot. The list includes 50 men who could be identified, besides Gisèle's husband, ranging in age from 27 to 74. Among them are a firefighter, a journalist, a nurse, a construction worker, and a prison guard. Most have families of their own, and only about half had previous convictions.

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How casual you treat brown people being murdered. How casual you treat the torture of brown men. May the earth swallow you. One day these decades of oppression will end and Arab boys will sing.

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You know you've fucked up when you go to a doctor and the thing you have wrong with you has been named after an occupation that isn't a thing anymore. Like imagine a doctor looking at you and going "yeah you've got ox-drawn ploughman's disease. We don't even test for that anymore. Yeah the reason you've never heard of it is because the last known case was in 1927 and happened to some guy who was like 98 years old and didn't believe in modern medicine of the time. What the fuck have you been up to."

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Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Halas, married to the martyred journalist Alaa Al-Dahdouh. My journalist wife works for the Watan News Agency and we had a beautiful child named Karam. The real disaster began on Wednesday, May 31, 2024, when my wife, my child and I were surprised by a huge missile that fell on us and exploded in the place where we were, targeting the house we fled to and other neighboring houses

. At that moment, my journalist wife Alaa hugged our child Karam to protect him from the hell of the missile, but she turned into pieces and died immediately. My child Karam and I miraculously escaped certain death when the pressure of the missile threw me a long distance, which resulted in me being injured by numerous shrapnel and multiple injuries that led to severe fractures in my leg and damage to the nerves in my hand and foot and various shrapnel in different parts of my body

. My wife is a journalist covering the crimes of genocide against defenseless civilians in the Gaza Strip. With the intensification of the bombing and the scarcity of food and water, my wife and I struggled daily to secure food for our only child Karam, who was also suffering from severe fear because of The brutal bombing of the Gaza Strip.

Now after the disaster that befell my family, I need your generous support to overcome my ordeal and pay for my treatment and surgeries. I need several surgeries outside the Gaza Strip that cost a lot of money, and I am in dire need of your tears and support.

I am confident that after reading my sad story, you will sympathize with me and share with me and will not leave me and my child Karam alone.

Donate to me or share my campaign with your friends to donate to me

No matter how small your donation is, it means to me a chance for me and my child to be treated and to stay safe.

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My name is Osama Basil, a web developer from Gaza. Over the past 10 months, I’ve witnessed the devastation of war firsthand. My office, where I devoted myself to my work, was destroyed, along with my source of income and future aspirations.The situation in Gaza grows more difficult each day, with destruction becoming a constant part of our reality. We've lost friends, colleagues, and loved ones, leaving our community deeply scarred.But I refuse to surrender. Despite the displacement and loss, I am committed to rebuilding my career and life. The war took my job, dreams of marriage, and a chance to pursue a master’s degree in programming and web design. After fleeing to Rafah with my family, I’ve been living in a tent for months, grappling with unstable access to electricity

@el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @appsa @stuckinapril