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khalid-sisters · 25 days
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Help Khalid Sisters in Gaza not to be Homeless
Hello Dear,
We, (Najwa, Jana, Farah, and Maryam), are the sisters of Shaheed Khalid Saed Ash-Shawwah, who was martyred on 07/31/24 along with Al Jazeera correspondent Ismail Al-Ghoul and his colleague, photographer Rami Al-Rifi . Khalid was our older and only brother and he was a great support for us and others. As you may heard Khalid’s story in the news, he was bombed while he was riding his bicycle coming back from delivering food to our old and injured neighbors.
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Before the IDF forces killed our brother Khalid, they forced us to evacuate our house and left everything behind. They then destroyed our house and our father’s restaurant. We had to move at least 10 times since every new area we seek refuge to gets bombed.
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Currently, the 4 of us and our parents, are living devastating and sad life in a bombed room in Gaza. It is extremely difficult for us to get the basic needs of food, water, and shelter.
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We sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. We are raising funds in order to be able to pay the rising cost of basic necessities in north Gaza. Our family is large and the cost of survival in north Gaza is astronomical. If you have anything you can spare, we implore you to support us. From where you are right now, you personally can help save our lives in north Gaza.
Please donate and/or replog 🥺🙏🇵🇸
Please reblog our post, follow us @khalid-Sisters and boost our posts, and repost the link to our campaign across all your social media.
Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference, and will give us hope that there will a better future waiting for us once the war stops.
We ask God to bless you and your families and to protect you all from all calamities and to never make you feel or go through what we are going through.
Vetted By: @olagaza @tahseenkhazen, @determinate-negation @northgazaupdates
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lailashaqoura · 4 months
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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"
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 2 years
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"Paul Layer, aged 14 or 16 according to varied reports, sentenced by Magistrate Bradford, of Sturgeon Falls to two years in the Kingston Penitentiary on a charge of forgery. was taken to that institution last week by Deputy Sheriff, Homer Varin. Warden Platt of the penitentiary objected to taking young Layer as too young to be incarcerated with the brand of criminals to be found in Kingston pen, and reported the matter to the Minister of Justice so that Layer could be transferred to a reformatory. Layer's crime consisted in raising a money order and forging signatures to the same after he had raised the amount." - from the Cobalt Daily Nugget. April 10, 1912. Page 8.
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syd-beads4evac · 5 months
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I'm selling beaded earrings to fundraise to help a Palestinian family evacuate! Please share and donate if you can!
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northgazaupdates · 13 days
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**EMERGENCY**
Saba, the infant daughter of a friend of mine, is critically ill in Gaza. She was born during the ongoing invasion, and has been plagued with health problems from birth. She is malnourished, and has been suffering from severe, constant diarrhea and vomiting for many weeks. My friend was able to take her to see a specialist in Gaza, who has performed special tests to be able to diagnose her. The tests are not complete yet, as testing capabilities in Gaza are minimal right now. And unfortunately, the diagnosis will probably be of limited use, as there are few to treat the condition due to the occupation’s sabotage of Gaza’s medical infrastructure.
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For Saba to survive, she requires medication for her stomach problems, as well as a special diet. The cost of these things is exorbitant in Gaza due to the occupation, and Saba’s family requires direct support in order to afford the necessities that are keeping Saba alive. They have a GoFundMe to provide for their family’s needs, but it has received very little support.
Please help this baby girl survive genocide!!!
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beardeddetectivepaper · 4 months
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VETTED AND VERIFIED FUNDRAISER
URGENT INSULIN (HUMALOG) INJECTION IS NEEDED TO SAVE LIFE IN PALESTINE PLEASE DONATE !!
Hello everyone, I had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at a tender age, a condition that demanded a delicate balance of insulin, a commodity scarce in Gaza war-ravaged homeland.
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As conflict raged around me, have struggled to find the insulin I desperately needed to survive. With medical supplies scarce and hospitals overwhelmed, obtaining medication became a daily battle fraught with danger.
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One day, as the bombs fell closer to my house, my insulin supply ran out completely. With no pharmacies open and no aid reaching my area, I faced a life-threatening dilemma. Without insulin, my blood sugar levels soared, threatening to send me into a coma. I I'm here begging for your support to help me get insulin
My goal is $196/$360
KINDLY CLICK HERE TO DONATE AND SHARE TO HELP ME GET MY MEDICATION
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captain-casual · 6 months
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Next up: Biden continues to be a crusty piece of shit who ignores his voters
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ghadasaftawi · 3 months
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The Shards of Childhood
The city I knew, the one my children chased pigeons in and learned to ride bikes on, is gone. War, a cruel sculptor, has reshaped its once vibrant streets into a desolate landscape of twisted metal and shattered dreams.exclamation Buildings that held laughter and the scent of baking bread now stand as hollow shells, their windows vacant eyes staring back at a ravaged sky. Memories, too, lie fractured beneath the rubble. Gone are the echoes of children's games played in sun-dappled courtyards, replaced by the relentless thud of shelling. The familiar scent of jasmine, once a signature note in the summer air, is now tainted by the acrid tang of destruction. Each corner used to hold a story - the bakery where my daughter devoured warm croissants, the park bench where my son scraped his knee for the first time. Now, these fragments of our lives exist only in the fragile museum of my mind, a place where the war cannot reach, but still manages to cast a long shadow. Yet, amidst the wreckage, a flicker of hope remains. Like fragile wildflowers pushing through cracked concrete, the resilience of the human spirit endures. We, the survivors, carry the weight of this loss, but also the fierce love for our children and the yearning to rebuild. We will gather the shards of our memories, piece by broken piece, and weave them into a tapestry of a new future, one where laughter finds its voice again and our children can dream safe dreams, free from the haunting echoes of war
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monamoon8 · 4 months
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These are Omar(2) and Salah(5), Bilal's nephews. 8 months ago, they were enjoying the warmth of their home and being pampered by their parents and everyone in the family. The pictures below are from Omar's first birthday. Bilal told me how he was the one who prepared everything for the surprise party. He was,then, so excited to gather the whole family and give Omar a memorable first birthday and bring joy to everybody.
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Now, Omar and Salah are going through hardships no child should be experiencing. They are surrounded by rubble and unsanitary conditions wherever they go; not to mention the random bombings that threaten their lives every moment of every day. Omar took his first steps while being displaced in a tent in Rafah. Imagine your baby learning to walk in a refugee camp under the constant buzzing of drones! The children and the whole family had to endure the cold winter and being drenched by rain in their flimsy tent, and now they have to go through the unbearable heat in the same inhumane circumstances. As if all this suffering wasn't enough, the occupation is currently asking everyone in Rafah to evacuate again, even the hospitals!
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The survival of Omar, Salah, and the whole family in now more than ever at stake. Bilal has been in Germany for a year or so now. The thought that he might never get to see his beloved nephews again haunts him every day. He humbly asks for your support to help him keep his loved ones safe until he has the chance to reunite with them, hopefully as soon as possible. Please donate any amount you can spare and reblog this post. Every contribution can make a difference and restore the family's hope!
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linamisk · 2 months
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I remember her first day of kindergarten, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she explored her little world. Today, I see her dreaming of a brighter future, but war has shattered her dreams into pieces.
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I share these photos with you so you can see for yourselves how our lives have changed in the blink of an eye. My little girl, once full of joy and vitality, now carries responsibilities beyond her years. A photo of her in kindergarten, a photo of her waiting in line for a drop of water, and a photo of her holding a pot of soup with trembling hands—these images tell our story, the story of Gaza's children who deserve a better life.
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Every drop of water, every morsel of food, and every donation is a small candle lighting their dark path. Let us be that candle, let us be the hope in their eyes.
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samerpal · 2 months
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Eleen, a beautiful and beloved little girl, loves life and fills it with joy. Despite her young age, she finds happiness in caring for small kittens, 🐱 feeling safe with these gentle creatures. Eileen lives in difficult conditions due to the ongoing war in her country, which has forced her family to flee multiple times from one place to another. Despite all the challenges, Eileen keeps her smile and continues to care for her kittens, giving her hope for a better tomorrow. She is a symbol of strength and resilience in the face of adversity, teaching everyone that life goes on despite the hardships.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"10-Year-Old Boy Gives Detectives Big Headache," Windsor Star. September 29, 1943. Page 5. ---- TOUGHEST CUSTOMER THEY EVER HAD, THEY SAY, AFTER BUSY AFTERNOON ---- By JEROME HARTFORD Juvenile delinquency?
Windsor police and juvenile enforcement officers here had enough of it yesterday afternoon to last them for weeks, and it was all wrapped up in a frozen-faced, surly, 10-year-old urchin who was tough as nails and half as pliable.
STOLE DOUGHNUTS He had been caught stealing doughnuts from a grocery store, smuggling them out of the store under his rain-proof coat which he kept draped over his arm. Once outside he handed the doughnuts to his younger sister who made off with them in the opposite direction to the one he took.
Among those who tried their hand at prying information from the boy were Detective Sergeant James Yokom and Detective Chris Paget, who brought him to headquarters; Inspector of Detectives Duncan Macnab, who took over when the detectives exhausted themselves; Fred R. Mills, superintendent of the Children's Aid Society, and James Burt, chief probation officer of the Windsor Juvenile Court.
RETALIATORY MEASURES The end of the story is that the boy was taken home and foisted upon his parents, who thought all along that he was at school. What retaliatory measures the urchin took against his parents for the discomfiture caused him by police was not learned. Perhaps his little sister would be the one to feel his wrath for not warning him that he was being watched. Certain it is that someone would suffer for his humiliating afternoon.
"What's your name?" the police had asked him.
"Find out," he had answered.
"Where do you live?" they had asked.
"In a house with the front door in front and the back door in back," had been his answer.
"What school do you go to?" they had inquired and he had answered with, "The little red schoolhouse."
He had cut them short when he wanted, given them an evasive answer when he felt like it, lied a few times when it was convenient, and finally had slipped into a nonchalant nod of the head one way or the other depending on which way he had nodded to the previous question.
INSPECTOR'S COMMENT "I've seen a lot of tough guys in my day," commented Inspector Macnab when he gave up on the boy, "but that kid was the toughest of them all."
"Just wait till he grows a little older," worried Detective Paget. "Are we going to have problems!"
"He knew 15 ways of telling us to go to hell," agreed Detective Sergeant Yokom, "all of them half-way polite."
"I've seen that kid somewhere before," said Mr. Mills. "I hope I don't see him again."
Chief Probation Officer James Burt merely shook his head and sorrowfully contemplated the days ahead.
PROBLEM AT SCHOOL The anti-social boy was finally taken to a school near where he had committed his theft. The principal of the school recognized him as one of his prize problems and said he would get to the bottom of his crime career. But the principal did not know of whom he spoke. The fish-eyed urchin surveyed him calmly and assumed a pose which said out loud, "there's nothing here I can't handle." And he was all too right.
But the principal was not entirely the loser. By a process of elimination. he traced down the boy's family name and then arrived at his first name and his address.
"Take him home," he directed police. "Take him out of here. I want to have fun with my truancy problems for awhile."
SAYS HE MOVED "I've moved," the boy announced, when the officers had him safely back in their car. "I live two blocks up farther than he told you. I'll show you the house."
Taking no chances, Detective Paget left the toughie with Detective Sergt. Yokom and went up to the house the boy had pointed out.
"Do he live here?" he asked the man who came to the door. "Yes," replied the man, and Detective Paget waved for the boy to come. The officer then identified himself and said that the boy who should have been at school had been caught stealing and had been taken to police headquarters. "We have him here," said Detective Paget, pointing to the casually advancing boy.
"THAT'S NOT MY BOY" "That's not my boy," came the reply and the effect that announcement had was a caution to behold.
Like a shot out of a gun, the casually advancing boy turned into a retreating flash and disappeared out of sight between the houses. Detective Paget gave chase and after considerable fence and hedge hopping up and down nearby alleys, came back with his disgruntled quarry and took him down the street to his proper address.
A hurried resume of the boy's activities was blurted out by the police to the urchin's parents and he was thrust through the open door and the officers made a bee-line for their car and sped away, anxious to enjoy their first moment's ease that afternoon.
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syd-beads4evac · 4 months
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new flag fringes in my store!
🇵🇸 fringes go towards my sister’s friend’s evac fund, & the 🇸🇩 fringes go towards Khartoum Aid Kitchen!
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ahedalshaer · 1 month
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We need help ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️
Day 315 of the war on Gaza🍉😭🥹🇵🇸
Please don't skip! 🙏🥹
please consider donating or sharing, to save my family.Thank you ✨❤️‍🩹
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lailashaqoura · 4 months
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The most annoying sound in the world Gaza!!
Save us from war!!😞
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