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URGENT: HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

I'm Amal from Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.

my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.

Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

https://gofund.me/305028dd

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#gaza #free gaza #free palestine #save palestine #palestinian genocide #i stand with palestine #all eyes on palestine

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From here. If you think arachnids with long legs are just scary please watch this solifugid dig her nest (or try to) like SUCH a goofy little person creature. Look how she shoves dirt with her mouth and then gives it a little pat. Is she even making any progress?!

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https://gofund.me/22e7b5a4

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Life has mini versions of himself he asks for advice or uses in the choruses of his songs or just hangs out with, but barely anyone can see them in the story, so he’s left looking like a crazy man talking to himself (which could perfectly happen, tbh, he’s drunk all the time)

Life or Biz (he/him) and Aspen (he/him) 🍋🌿

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Help Save Palestinian Lives!

Hello all, Safaa has given me permission to make a post to help promote her fundraiser. She is 26 years old and a new mother. Her son is 5 months old and is named Amir. Her mother suffers from chronic diabetes and her father has recently suffered a stroke.

As we move into the winter months, the displaced people of Gaza are finding it harder and harder to survive. As temperatures drop, Safaa struggles to keep herself and her son warm. Blankets and warm clothes are scarce. It is one thing to starve, another thing to starve and freeze, another thing to starve, freeze, and have to constantly flee from bombs dropped by Israel. Not even the water is safe to drink. Safaa is forced to cut pieces of cloth for her child instead of using diapers, which have skyrocketed in price due to the blocking of aid by Israel at the borders leading into Gaza. A few dollars can help save a life. A reblog, or sharing a fundraiser in your Discord, or over text with your friends and family, or elsewhere, can help save a life. These people have been struggling for over a year now, some of them have been struggling for much longer.

Safaa is vetted here. I have spoken with her myself and I believe her story. You can donate to her campaign here.

She currently only has $32,410 out of the her goal of $75,000.

This is money that not only goes towards the funds necessary to evacuate Safaa and her family, but towards key necessities for living like food, child care products, etc. A few dollars can help feed a family for a day. When we last spoke, she told she she hasn't received any donations today. You could be the person that helps keep her and her son fed!

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I actually love hearing about reformed people's stories. I love hearing about people who were in toxic communities or people who used to objectively be dickheads talking about how they got out of that. How they made themselves better.

I hate how most people's initial reaction to stories like that are things like:

"How could you have ever done those things?!" "Oh my god, you believed those things?!" "Well it doesn't un-do the harm you did!"

People incessantly advocate for change but then refuse to allow people who have changed the grace of being acknowledged and given opportunities and chances.

I love hearing about ex-antis talking about how they don't spend their days being angry and sending death threats anymore.

I love hearing about ex-homophobes who realized there's no magic law about what is "natural."

I love reformed bullies talking about how they made amends with their victims and spend their days being considerate of others.

You can't scream about wanting people to change but then expect them to spend the rest of their lives stuck in the past and on who they used to be. You can't expect people to spend the entire rest of their lives grovelling and apologizing and demeaning themselves.

Instead of clinging to who they were, latch onto who they are.

Ask how they got out of it. Commend them on changing. Enjoy that there's one less cause of harm in the world.

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SAVE MY FRIENDS!!!

Beautiful reader across the screen.

I am Calli and I want to share with you the story about my dear friend Mohammed and his precious family.

Mohammed is a 37yo husband, father and engineer.

His biggest passion is his family: his wife Enas Majed, and kids, Layan, Sarah, Adam and baby Amir, born during the war.

He is an accomplished mobile developer. Just before this nightmare started, he had founded Brand Tech, a startup dedicated to web and mobile app development.

Amidst the horrifying conditions they're subjected daily, both Enas and him dedicate every effort to care for their kids and provide them basic necessities such as water, food, clean clothes, diapers, baby formula, etc.

But there is also sickness. His boy Adam needs treatment for hepatitis, while baby Amir has blisters on his feet even when provided with the best care his parents can give.

Providing them appropriate food has been a challenge with such high prices and limited supply.

Outside help is stuck in the borders. The best way to help is to give directly to them.

His campaign has been verified multiple times here, here, here and here. His campaign is #174 in the vetted Google doc.

He has also provided us with his other socials, such as: Linked, C V , GitHub and Instagram.

Donations go through GoFundMe and are protected.

I would put my hands on fire if it meant getting them all to safety.

My utmost desire is their safety, because the only worries they should have as parents is what gifts to give their kids on their birthdays.

I ask you to care about them.

His blogs are @famousturtlebanana and @nourasbasha.

Right now their campaign is at

€62,109/€70,000

This goal might go up as prices go up all the time!!!

DONATE AND REBLOG.

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Most of us will never know the agony of being a parent that does everything to provide for their child, only to keep coming up empty. Of the immense suffering and self-loathing that comes with being responsible for this little life, and feeling like you're failing: to keep them safe, warm, sheltered, fed. Of holding your child, your toddler, your newborn, watching them slowly waste away from that relentless, gnawing hunger you can't stop (one that you feel yourself). Watching as they howl in pain, and the hollowness that comes when your child becomes too weak even to do that. All the while being totally helpless to stop it because it's not up to you.

Most of us will only see the aftermath of such a thing: a parent carrying the far-too-light shroud of their child, pictured under a headline that details how starvation has taken hold of some given population. Distant and removed from us.

Except that it isn't. There are so many desperate parents who've run out of options, for whom this isn't some abstraction, who are asking—begging—us for our help. Just so they'll be able to buy some of the shit canned food left from the last aid delivery, and a couple loaves of bread to feed their children with. Extortionately pricey because of scarcity, but it's enough to keep their children in a state of "acute malnutrition" rather than "catastrophic hunger", so they'll pay anything for it.

Attacks on NGOs & prevention of aid into Gaza puts every single person there at risk of a slow death due to starvation. Especially children, like Samah's newborn baby boy, her little 2 year-old girl, and their big sister (who's only 9). But we can help. What's pocket money for us, is an invaluable lifeline to parents like Samah. At a time when so many seem to have decided to live in an alternate universe in which deliberate starvation and mass slaughter of civilians is acceptable, we have to do what we can to oppose it. Not to push it away, to ignore it, to decide it's been going on so long we don't care or that it's hopeless so give up, but to grit our teeth, dig our heels in, and say "no, seriously, what the fuck are we doing here?"

tldr: donate to Samah so she can buy food for her kids so they don't starve to death. please. and thank you. :)

(vetted by association by @/bilal-salah0 (relatives), & Bilal was vetted here, #132)

sorry about this, tagging for reach, but let me know if you'd like off

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We have successfully managed to raise €20.000 for Nader! You've all been a huge help to him and his family! He is eternaly grateful for everything you've done thus far!

Nader is 17 years old and his family is in Gaza facing dire circumstances. Food is scarce, prices are high, and there are shortages in water. They, like countless others suffering during this war, have already had to relocate many times, and their home is destroyed. They do not have enough money to safely relocate right now, or a stable source of income, as places of work have been destroyed.

They're not asking for much, just €10 should suffice!

This campaign currently has (as of the time I write this post) €20.000 out of €50,000 raised

I have donated myself and I know a lot of my followers can afford to donate at least something. It's not a hard donation process, so I hope you take a moment of your day to show some support.

This campaign has been vetted! (#4 on the list) and the video above confirms the legitimacy of this gofund.

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Please help sharing this Gofund around, they are very desperate and need as much help as possible!

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📢 Help Rebuild Our Lives: A Family's Fight for Survival in Gaza❗🚨

🚨Urgent 😟👇🇵🇸🚨

Hello everyone!!

My name is Lena Khames, a 27-year-old wife to my husband, Mohammed, and a proud mother of three beautiful children: our daughter Yasmmen and our two sons, Ali and Adam.

We come from Al-Zahraa in the Gaza Strip. I have a diploma in e-commerce, but our once stable and hopeful life has been shattered by the devastation of war, leaving us struggling to rebuild.

Our world collapsed when a missile targeted our home, reducing it to rubble in an instant 💔. The home we had built with $40,000, a place where we had hoped to raise our children in peace, was completely destroyed. We have been left homeless, with nothing but memories of what we once had.

Our family has been forced to move repeatedly 💔due to the conflict. After being displaced from our home by military force to a supposedly "safe" area, we quickly learned there is no safe place in Gaza. Each time the danger intensified, we had to flee again, struggling to protect our children from the violence that surrounded us. Today, we live in a tent under unbearable conditions, without even the most basic necessities.

In one of the many attacks, my husband, already suffering from a previous injury, was seriously wounded in his leg 💔. He now requires continuous medical care and a special device to help him walk again. To make matters worse, my husband lost his brother Mahmoud in the conflict—his brother died in his arms while they were inspecting the ruins of our home. The emotional and physical pain has weighed heavily on him, and on all of us.

Adding to our burden, my husband also lost his car—the sole source of income for our family— 💔 which had cost him $20,000. This loss has left us without any means of financial support, making it nearly impossible to care for our children and ensure their safety.

How Your Donation Will Help Us 🙏:

We are seeking to raise €100,000 to help secure a temporary place for our family, as we are currently living in a tent and our children desperately need a safe and stable environment. The funds will also allow us to begin rebuilding our home, which was destroyed, and restore the stability and hope we once had. Additionally, we need urgent financial support for my husband’s medical treatment and travel to find safety and proper care, as we try to escape the ongoing nightmare of war and genocide that we are forced to endure.

👉 Donation Link: https://gofund.me/c17aa129

Please share, like and donate this campaign with your friends, family and colleagues to help us achieve our goals. I would appreciate your assistance. Any amount, even if small, will make a difference in providing assistance to my family in our hour of need.

Thank you for taking the time to read this message and consider making a difference in the lives of those affected by the ongoing crisis in Gaza

With gratitude,

Lina & Her Family

✅Campaign Verification ✅

🔎 Vetted by @gazavetters, on this list (#103)🔎 vetted by @90-ghost here

@a-shade-of-blue here

@brokenbackmountain here

@gaza-evacuation-funds here

✌️ It's Time to Donate!✌️

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Please help me rebulid my Bakery

Vetted here by @90-ghost

I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

Vetted here by @90-ghost

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how'd you get those stains on your uniform guy?

"It's one of those 'they've been there so long' situations where I just can't remember!"

"I thiiiiiiink... none of these ones are blood. Yeah. Fifty percent sure these front ones are just grease and food stains."

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happy hunter's moon to the thinker

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Some quotes:

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Horrifying before and after shots show the Lebanese town of Yaroun in the south leveled to the ground by Israeli forces.