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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

I can't donate myself, but I'll happily share your campaign link

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TODDLER NEEDS MEDICINE FOR MALNUTRITION AND DEHYDRATION

Baby Ayla was born into starvation, and has struggled with malnutrition all her life. Since birth, she has faced an IOF-imposed blockade on food and the IOF’s deliberate destruction of potable water sources in Gaza. Now it is taking really its toll on her, and she has severe diarrhea.

Ayla is rapidly losing the few fluids she has in her body, and the IOF assault has made food, water, and medicine extremely scarce. For a toddler, this is absolutely life-threatening. If she cannot replenish the bodily fluids she is losing, her fragile kidneys will go into failure!!

Her widowed mother URGENTLY needs funds for medicine and saline solution. This will help replenish the fluids and vitamins that her tiny body needs to survive.

Every moment that Ayla remains sick, she gets closer and closer to kidney failure. She urgently needs your support to survive!!

Current: $49,333 USD

New temp goal: $49,933 USD

🚨Need to raise: $600 USD

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Hot take I think but commenting "media literacy is dead" on an "obvious" explanation of a piece of media is the reason it's dead you gotta get spoon fed the information before you can recognize a similar metaphor in other media and understand it you don't come out of the womb knowing every metaphor in existence you have to be told at some point "this is what this thing means" so you can understand it.

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Unironically, vegans need to be advocating for more and better sheep, llama, and alpaca farms. Wool is one of the best fabrics we have in terms of versatility, longevity and most importantly, insulation. Even wet, it retains 80% of it’s insulation potential.

AND IT DOESN’T SHED MICROPLASTICS

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Fundamental life advice: never trust a product from a youtuber/influencer sponsorship

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i must take painkillers. painkillers are the pain killer

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DIKDIK?

too small animal

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My coworker just asked the floor what English words we don't agree with the spelling on, and we had some boring options, but then she said "basically any Gaelic name why is kiva spelled coamhe" that is how she spelled it and I was like yeah mh is basically v and none of the vowels do what you think they do in Gaelic and I know VERY little about Gaelic.

It reminded me of the time I read an Afrikaans newspaper and ragged on the spelling of Putin in it with a lecturer and she was like "oh that's an actual linguistic convention it's not a spelling mistake" and essentially, names that were originally written with a different alphabet (like Cyrillic) get spelled phonetically, so something like Putin is Putin in English, but it's Poetin in Afrikaans because that's what signifies the short oo sound.

Language is strange, and I love it, and I'll never get tired of learning about why different languages do certain things.

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when did "bullying" come to mean "facing social consequences for behaving in an objectively harmful way"? when I was little it meant kids put me in the trash can at school

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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Best acab kitty in the world (she's batting at a cop in a gameshow)

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today i found out that when monarch butterflies migrate south for the winter, all the ones that go across the middle of lake superior suddenly stop going south and go west for five miles and then continue south. which really freaked scientists out cos like What is in the Middle of Lake Superior what do Butterflies know that We Dont Is This The End Times etc. anyway turns out about a hundred million years ago there was a mountain there and the butterflies still think they gotta fly around it. classic butterflies

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Do we think "Israel" brazenly bragging about not allowing humanitarian aid through the border will be enough for people to stop scolding Gazans for making individual/family fundraisers because "it's better to donate to trusted orgs instead" or are they never going to get it?

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5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

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When I drive I'm always aware of where the boundaries of my car are. When I walk I am not always aware of where the boundaries of my body are. This is funny because one of the abovementioned vessels has nerve endings connected to my brain going all the way to said boundaries, but it's not the one I'm always aware of.

My car is actually a pretty good metaphor for my body, because about 2 years ago I started hearing a clunking at the back of my car. Couldn't find the culprit, repacked my tools a hundred times so they wouldn't rattle, checked if my exhaust pipe was still attached and if my tyres and brakes are fine. No issues found but the clunking continues for months, annoying the shit out of me.

Last year, I'm servicing my car, replacing my back brake pads, we jack up the car and go to turn the nuts. My wheel is wobbling. It's not improperly fastened, the nuts are as tight as they can get, it's the bearing that got fucked up in a severe accident two years ago. Replace the bearing, wheel doesn't wobble, clanking goes away.

The reason this is a good metaphor for my body is because for the entire year that there was a clanking I was told that I just didn't pack my tools right and they were rattling around. Much like the mystery clanking getting dismissed, my heart symptoms were and still are frequently dismissed as just anxiety.

One doctor listened to me and found the wobbling wheel, but everyone else kept insisting I just packed the tools wrong. The bearing was replaced (I got on heart medication) and the clanking stopped. Sure that tyre gets a puncture sometimes and two months ago my brake fluid sprung a leak (both literally and metaphorically) but the bearing is fixed and the wheel is no longer at risk of just popping off entirely while I'm driving. Both literally and metaphorically.

I have no idea what this post has turned into or how to conclude it, I initially just wanted to make the nerve endings joke, but here! Have car chronic illness metaphors.