#PLEASE HELP

[emhm]

I've been trying not to ask for anything, but I'm falling behind again and starting to panic. It's really hard to show that I have overdue bills without doxxing myself as well. I have enough money for the mortgage and my car payment thank gods. But that will also take every penny I have. We just had to have the car serviced because I spend about 10 hours every week driving for work. And my partner had to give them two whole paychecks as a down payment and now can't give me anything for the bills. [That bill is $1000 but it's on a payment plan.]

In the next few days we'll also get bills for -

Electricity - about $200 Garbage pickup - about $87 Car insurance - $157

Anything helps ;_;

And if you're just as poor as I am - please reblog at least.

I have a Ko-fi for tips - https://ko-fi.com/followmeontumblr

And lots of things for sale - https://www.etsy.com/shop/PatchworkLaboratory

And a paypal account attached to this old email - nightshade518@yahoo.com

The one really big bill is the one I'm crying over because they can and will take legal action if we don't pay them.

[ahmed-family-1]

Please help my family🙏

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[doaaalsawaf]

My family is under bombardment… and my little Mariam craves crispy chicken.

We no longer know what to feel—fear, hunger, thirst, relentless anxiety… everything is tearing us apart. Every day, we struggle to secure a bite to eat. Yesterday, as we tried to prepare something, Mariam, my little niece, looked at me with sad eyes and asked, "When will we eat crispy chicken? I really miss it."

How can I tell her that what was once simple has become a distant dream? Food is now scarce and insanely expensive. Helplessness is a painful feeling… to see your child wish for something so small, and you can’t give it to them.

Donate… help me provide food for my family. Even the smallest contribution can make a difference.

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[haifaaziz98]

I am consumed by fear that my mother might die in Gaza while I am far away, unable to help her. The thought of her suffering alone in such a dangerous place breaks my heart. I feel so helpless and terrified, knowing I can't be there to protect her or bring her to safety. Every day is filled with anxiety and dread, as I hope and pray for her survival amidst the chaos.

[legbootlegit]

some twin I sort of know handed me this punch card when I said "I saw your brother last week"

trying to get a read on this...did I offend him? Is this normal twin behavior

[ahmedfamily2-2]

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Urgent appeal 🚨‼️

I was very happy when I arrived on the outskirts of north Gaza after a year and a half of oppression and displacement, but that joy quickly turned into deep sadness and indescribable shock.

My family cried blood when they saw what happened to their homes and neighborhoods in the north. There was no life at all, no water, no electricity, no infrastructure, and no basic requirements for a decent living.

What happened in Gaza is not just a passing crisis, but rather a major catastrophe, genocide and comprehensive destruction that befell the Strip. People are still trying to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy.

We have finished putting up a tent next to our destroyed house, and we are now facing new challenges. The place lacks water and the infrastructure is completely destroyed. We urgently need to provide water tanks, so we can build a bathroom next to the tent.

Water is the basic necessity of life; and the Zionist occupation has robbed us of even this dignity. They wanted to rob us of our lives, of our lands but, Palestine is ours. Gaza is ours and we will plant our roots once again and rebuild our homes here. Please stand by us in support. The goal is to reach 3000

my campaign link: 👇

Any small donation can make a difference 🍉

If you can't donate, sharing our story will help us

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

✅ Verified in the official list by @gaza-evacuation-funds

✅ Verified in the official list by @90-ghost

[ahlam910]

Please help❤️🙏

Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.

But suddenly, everything changed. The war swept through our city like a relentless storm. In a single night, my home became just a memory, and the city I once knew crumbled before my eyes. The sound of planes and shells became the only thing people could hear. We tried to find shelter, a safe place to hide our dreams and lives, but the war followed us wherever we went.

We were forced to leave everything behind—the house, the memories, and even the university. We became displaced, homeless, with no destination, just trying to survive. I walked with my family through unfamiliar roads, searching for a place to take us in, trying to escape danger, running from one explosion to the next, from one ruin to another.

The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.

I ask for your help, humbly. I can't get out of these circumstances on my own. The donations you gather will help me travel to a safe place where I can continue my studies and start a new life away from war and fear. The amount I'm asking for is the key to a new life, to the dream of becoming strong again and one day helping my family and community.

Help me rebuild my life and become the person I dreamed of being. Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards safety, a step towards a better future.

Thank you for reading my words. Many thanks and respect to you

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[lailashaqoura]

Dear Friends,

My name is Laila, and I am writing to you from a place of deep despair. The conflict in Gaza has forced us from our home, and we now find ourselves in Khan Younis, struggling to survive. My mother is pregnant, and her life is in grave danger.

I feel utterly helpless and overwhelmed by our situation. There are moments when I wish for my own suffering to end, but my only hope now is to save my mother. I have started a campaign to raise funds for her evacuation and medical care.

Please, I beg you to share our campaign on your social media platforms. Your help can make a difference and give my mother a chance to live.

Thank you for your compassion and support.❤️🙏🏼

Sincerely,

"this fundraiser is vetted by nabulsi, fallahifag, el-shab-hussein, ibtisams, sayruq"

[hopeformusab]

The last donation was 11 hours ago. Please, help save my daughters' lives. Less than €280 is left to reach €2000.

**"I am Musab. The war has returned—stronger and more brutal than before. I was injured in the bombing, underwent surgery, and need another… but there is no time to heal. We were forced to flee—my three daughters and I—leaving everything behind. No home, no shelter, no safety. My daughter Lama was also injured, her little hand now trembling from the trauma. We carry fear instead of belongings, searching for a place to hide from this nightmare. The pain in my body is nothing compared to my fear for them. I don’t know where to go or how to protect them. All I have left is my voice… will anyone hear me?

Please, share my story, donate, and help us in any way you can."**

My campaign vatted by @gazavetters in line(#520)

#free palestine

[furiousfinnstan]

URGENT!!!Help Abdul Salam Al-Anqar and his family get through this war in Gaza!!!

(URGENT) THEY ARE AT €3,445 OUT OF €50,000 GOAL

I was asked by @nader5555 to make this, if u cannot donate please please share this post. Copy pasted from a message i was sent:

"Only a Few Hours Left Before We Enter Our First Year of War, Genocide, Starvation, and Displacement A Final Plea from the Heart of Hell: Save Us Before Hope Dies 💔🔥 I am Abdel Salam, and I have nothing left but words written by a trembling hand ✍️. The war has not only destroyed our lives; it has taken everything from us. Our home, which was once our refuge, is now a pile of rubble 🏚️.

My car, my only source of livelihood, was destroyed in a sudden strike 🚗, and the work that sustained us is now a distant memory 💼. Today, I live in an endless nightmare. Under a sun that burns everything in its path 🌞🔥, my family and I sit in a worn-out tent, a tent that shields us neither from the summer heat nor the winter cold ❄️. Insects 🦟 invade the place, diseases consume our bodies 🩺, and my younger siblings cry from hunger and thirst 🍞💧. We have no clean water or a crumb of bread to ease our hunger. Each passing day deepens the weight of this hell we live in.

My Daughter Eman is Dying from Malnutrition 😨 My daughter Eman suffers from malnutrition; I have nothing to feed or treat her with. The deterioration of her health is killing me slowly. Every glance in her eyes, every pain she endures, crushes my heart 💔. How can I explain to her that what was once our hope has now turned into nothing but a mirage? The Night Only Adds to Our Pain 🌙 The night does not bring us rest; it only adds to our pain. We sleep on hard ground, feeling the cold in every bone of our bodies 🥶, with nothing but pieces of cardboard 📦 to cover us. My wife Aya cries in silence 🥺 as she watches our daughter’s future fade before her eyes. My mother Eman suffers from illness and needs urgent medical care 🩺💊.

My Father Ahmed is Sick with Cancer and Needs Emergency Treatment My father Ahmed, who is sick with cancer, needs emergency treatment outside Gaza, and the cost of his treatment is at least $10,000, not including accommodation. As he suffers from severe pain, I cannot provide the treatment he needs due to our dire situation.

My Siblings Are in Constant Suffering ⚰️ My brother Omar was unable to continue his studies due to the situation. My brother Nader could not take his high school exams, and my younger brother Mohammad suffers from brittle bones and needs treatment we cannot afford. Every day we live brings us one step closer to the end. Death surrounds us from every side: if not from hunger 🍽️, then from illness 🦠. And if not from illness, then from the despair that devours our souls. Where is Humanity? Where is the World? 🌍💔 We want to leave the devastated Gaza Strip to escape the machinery of destruction and killing and the severity of hunger and poverty. The cost of travel for each person is $5,000, and we are a family of seven members, bringing the total cost to $35,000.

Where are the compassionate hearts? Are you waiting for us to disappear into the depths of this suffering? Are you waiting until death takes us before you act? We are drowning, and we don’t have enough strength to scream for help 🆘. Will you let this cry go unanswered? 😭 Your donation today is our last thread of hope. With the little support I received, I was able to buy a simple phone 📱 to reach out to you. But the bitter truth is that what I and my family need is much greater. We are not asking for much; just enough to save our lives from this hell 🔥. Every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for us 👐. Don’t Let Us Disappear in the Darkness of Suffering 🌑 Don’t let our story end here. Be the light that guides us to salvation 🕯️✨.

With every tear, with every pain, I write this final plea to you, Abdel Salam."

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[ayamohammed2024]

Hello

my name is Aya, I am 26 years old, currently living in the northern part of Gaza City, and I am a mother of two children. My oldest is my daughter, Sana'a, who is 5 years old, and my youngest is my son, Wasfi, who is 3.

Since the morning of October 7th, 2023, our lives have been turned upside down. We have lived through the hardest days of our lives, facing displacement and homelessness. We have been forced to leave our home more than ten times since the war began. We would leave without knowing where to go.

We sought refuge in schools and relatives' homes, hoping we could return home and that this nightmare would end. But our house was bombed, and our dreams were destroyed. We became homeless and displaced.

Every day, we wake up to the sound of bombs and rockets. I lived in constant fear and terror with my children, especially when my family's house was bombed while we were taking shelter there.

We are experiencing a real famine in Gaza. I’ve gone to bed with my children many nights without dinner because there is no food available. We have had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of flour just to fill the hunger of my young children. Even after eating it, we all suffered from diarrhea and severe stomach pain. My children developed rashes on their bodies due to the spread of viruses and the accumulation of garbage. There is also a severe shortage of water, and even when we find it, it's not safe to drink.

My children cry, asking for vegetables, fruits, and eggs, but we can’t afford them because we have no income. The gas shortage has forced us to use fire for everything—cooking and baking—using plastic and pipes because firewood is so hard to find.

My children also developed jaundice, and I struggled a lot to get them better because there was no access to vegetables, fruits, or medicine. I even feared that my son might have developed polio because he already had leg problems before the war, and they worsened due to malnutrition.

Winter is coming, and we have nothing for it. I need clothes and shoes for my children to keep them warm, but I can’t buy them because they are so expensive.

For this reason, I beg of you and hope that you can support me, even with the smallest contribution, so I can provide my children with the most basic necessities of life.

I was displaced with my children to my family's house, tears in my eyes. On the way, Salah Al-Din Street was bombed, and the Israeli occupation committed horrific massacres. By the grace of God, we survived for the first time. We lived in terror and fear. A few days later, my family's house was bombed, and we were pulled out from under the rubble, miraculously surviving for the second time.

When my husband heard the news that we had died, he came to bid us farewell, only to find us alive by God's grace. We returned with him, but as the situation worsened and the fire belts in our area increased, we started to flee again and again, not knowing where to go next.

I beg of you to share my story and help me continue to live.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #230 )✅️

Vetted by butterfly nu #1133

[noorsh11]

📢Please dont skip this post. 🙏💔

Hello,❤

No one donates to me 😢 please help me to make them pls donate to me share my link.🙏💔

📍I swear I will tell you my real story.🙏❤️

🌧️💔 I am Noor, a girl from Gaza, living in extremely harsh conditions. 🏚️ We lost our home to destruction and left everything behind, and the feeling of loss fills my heart. 💔 I am married and a mother to a baby girl, Lin, who is 11 months old. 🌼

📎My husband, Yousef, has been unemployed for a long time, and we suffer from a lack of support. We are living in a fabric tent that does not protect us from the harsh winter cold, and we feel like we are living out in the open, exposed to the winds. ❄️

My baby girl, Lin, is in dire need of milk 🍼 and diapers, but we have no income to buy the basic necessities to ensure her safety. The price of diapers is 100$, and the milk is 50$, which is far beyond our means. 😔

We have been displaced several times, and each time we are forced to leave our lives and belongings behind. We feel like we are starving, and we don’t even have appropriate clothes to face the severe winter cold. 👚❄️ Every passing day, my fears about Lin’s future grow, and I am frightened that I could lose her. 😢

Please, if you can help, we are in desperate need of your support. Every donation will help save our lives and build a beautiful future for us all. 💖🙏

We cannot get through this crisis without your support. Let’s together build a new hope, and please don’t hesitate to assist us. Thank you. 💞✨

📍If you can do something, now is the time. Donate through the special support link, and let hope light up our lives again.🙏😭

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #406 )✅️

Thank you for your support and love. 💞🙏

🔸✨ Help us meet our basic needs. 🔸💖 Your donation can provide us with food and clothes that protect us from the cold. 🔸🌈 Let's make these difficult circumstances a memory that we can overcome together.💔😢

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[dreamersbraindump]

This makes me feel so so so so SO much better. Seeing the news makes. My tummy hurts, my spoons vanish, my brain foggy, and my ability to think straight vanish. I become miserable.

I am miserable and I want to do something but I can't. I know I can't with wanting to pitch myself off the nearest bridge shortly after.

I want to leave this country. Because being here actively makes me want to kill myself. But I'm one of the people this country is actively destroying right now. I'm queer, I'm mentally ill, I'm AFAB, I'm asthmatic, I'm poor, I'm POC. I am the opposite of what America wants.

You know how shitty it is to see that the POTUS and his lackeys see my ASTHMA as what's wrong with America? That there's something called wellness farms for people with mental illness? I can't look further in because I'm scared that what I'll find is my safety declining more than it already has.

I'm trying to get out, I'm desperately trying. But I the process for a passport scares me. I want to mark non binary so bad because I'm not a woman nor am I a man. But I know that'll get my passport take and I'll be detained before boarding so I have to be a woman. That of course requires me to get a passport which cost money. Which of course means I need to get hired, but DEI is going bye bye everywhere so now i have less of a chance of getting hired at places. Oh but to stay here I need to pay rent but I can't pay rent because I'm not making enough money. I'm literally behind on rent right now and have to decide between rent and groceries and med. Not two of them just 1. I can only do 1.

So excuse me if I don't have the capability to watch the news and continue to be political, my life right now is politics apparently because I'm getting fucked in the ass with no prospect of dinner. Leave people who say they cant handle this shit alone. Go bother people who can, go bother people who are actively fighting for the wrong things. Not disabled people and people who are watching their safety be stripped from them and honestly can't handle it.

I HATE this insistence that we have a moral obligation to worsen our health for the "greater good!!"

"Don't ignore politics-"

STOP. STOP IT. If that's what it takes for you to survive, do it.

There's a reason in the mental hospital they block the news channels! It fucks people up! People find the world so damaged, future so hopeless, and situations so overwhelming they literally kill themselves!

Yes, yes, the activism guilt-tripping is supposed to be for those who simply don't care, but the disabled people who do care are the ones who wind up feeling guilty!

"It's a privilege to be able to ignore politics-"

No, it's a privilege to be able to pay attention to politics without having to be literally hospitalized.

Do. What. It. Takes. To. Survive.

"I need ALL of you to start paying attention-"

Wrong. You need all of us who are ABLE to start paying attention.

Do what it takes to survive.

They are asking you to join in a 70-mile hike up a mountain, where in order to win, as many people as possible must reach the top as quickly as possible! But you are in excruciating pain and have no legs! There is no accessible way up the mountain! In trying to climb the mountain, you will cause yourself irreparable harm and likely death! You feel bad, you're letting everyone down, you can't keep up, you're about to fall, but your friend is saying "hey, I get it, sometimes my legs get super sore, but you have to keep climbing! It's our duty! Keep going! The only way to save everyone is if we do this together!"

They DON'T get it. Even if they say "well I know so-and-so who also has no legs and he just uses his arm-strength and he's at the top already, what if I carry you for a few steps until you have your strength back?" You're not him! He's clearly aquired tools and strengthened muscles you have not, and might never be able to! Only YOU know what you can handle. Do not fall to your death because you feel guilty!

Survive.

Survive.

Sometimes, the biggest act of resistance is surviving.

[ahmedhadeel50]

🆘 SToP Don't SKiP

A small donation can make a big difference 🙏🍉🇵🇸

My name is Ahmed. My wife Hadeel and I dreamed of a simple life together. We married in February 2023, and now Hadeel is pregnant, which makes our situation even more urgent. We had just settled into our cozy apartment in northern Gaza when everything changed on October 7, 2023, when war shattered our lives. We lost our home and my job, and after a series of evacuations, we ended up in a tent by the sea in Khan Younis.

As winter approaches, our situation is dire. We urgently need your support to help us rebuild our lives. Thank you for your kindness during these challenging times.

Amid the devastation of Gaza, five children stood before a broken electric pole leaning on the ground. They decided to turn it into a balancing game, competing to walk across it without falling.

Their laughter echoed every time one of them wobbled or nearly fell, cheering each other on with enthusiasm. After playing, they sat beside the pole, dreaming of real amusement parks far away from the rubble.

Despite the dusty sky and the destruction surrounding them, they realized that their dreams and laughter were stronger than all they had lost.

On a cold night on Gaza's outskirts, rain seeped through my tattered tent, turning the ground to mud. Once my refuge after war destroyed my home, the tent offered no warmth or safety. Memories of my lost home haunted me as I struggled to hold on. Your support can help restore the safety we've lost.

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— Ahmed and Hadeel