My father's life was cut short by war and the lack of treatment I feel hopeless after losing the jewel of Palestine and the jewel of our home. I am now without my father.😓💔
But I am proud of what my father has done for the whole world and the World Olympiad.
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Charlie: She/Her (Transfemme, Bisexual, Demiaroace)
Vaggie: They/Them (Agender, Lesbian, Demiromantic, Asexual)
Alastor: He/Him (Cisgender, AroAce)
Husk: He/Him (Cisgender, AroAce— qp with Angel)
Angel Dust: She/Him (Genderfluid, AroAce— qp with Husk)
Niffty: Any prns (Pangender, Abrosexual)
Sir Pentious: He/Him (Genderfluid, Bisexual)
Valentino: Any pronouns (Genderfluid, Polysexual)
Vox: He/Him (Transmasc, Omnisexual)
Velvette: She/They (Transfemme, Demi-Girl, Lesbian)
Rosie: She/Her (Cisgender, Bisexual)
Carmilla: She/Her (Cisgender, Straight ally— supports her trans and lesbian daughters *nod nod*)
Zestial: He/Him (Cisgender, AroAce)
Cherri Bomb: She/Her (Cisgender, Straight ally)
Mimzy: She/Her (Cisgender, Straight Ally)
Sera: She/Her (Agender, AroAce)
Emily: Any pronouns (Agender, AroAce)
Adam: He/Him (Cisgender, Bisexual, Asexual)
Lute: She/They (Agender, Lesbian, Asexual)
Lucifer: Pronouns change depending on how he feels (Genderfluid, Bisexual, Demiaroace)
Lilith: She/Her (Cisgender, Straight ally— supporting trans daughter *nod nod*)
These are all just my opinions!! Pls don’t attack me if you disagree!
You Are Helping Us Hold On 💙
The generosity of strangers is something I never thought I’d have to rely on. But when war takes everything from you, kindness becomes the only thing left to hold onto.
Today, we’ve reached $2,200, and it is because of you.
💔 We have lost more than words can explain. 💔 We are still grieving, still searching for stability. 💔 But you are helping us get through this.
If you can, please help. If you can’t, a simple share means the world.
Thank you for standing with us.
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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.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
Vivziepop isn't racist my ass.
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
In a time where news is just numbers, and images pass in seconds, there are faces that remain. I am one of them.
My name is Abdelmajid. I don't carry an extraordinary story — I share what has sadly become ordinary in Gaza: Waking up to find no roof above me 🏚️, calling out to my mother and hearing no reply 💔, surviving a certain death… only to face the daily battle to live.
We used to believe war was a moment that would pass. But we’ve learned it may begin… and never end. It doesn’t just take homes — it takes childhood, voices, the faces we love.
Since that day, I no longer have a little world called my room. No key. No quiet corner. What remains? Fragments of memory… and a flicker of hope I carry every time my niece looks at me and asks, "Why did this happen to us?" 👧
I’m not writing for pity, nor for passing sadness. I write because we need a voice — someone to carry our story back into the rhythm of this loud world 🌍
You may not be able to end the war, but you can ease its cruelty on those who survived. You can extend a hand to someone trying to rebuild from rubble 🤝
Whether you donate, share, or simply read these words to the end — your action may go unseen by cameras, but it makes a real difference ✨
For authenticity, Abdelmajid is verified and listed as #537 on the GazaVetters trusted vetting list. ✅
From my heart, and from the heart of Gaza: Thank you for still seeing the human behind the headlines 🕊️
Hey people on Tumblr, I have a question for you : do you contribute to your community ? Do you take the initiative to make things better for the people around you ?
I’ve brought up many times about Shahed Abumousa. She’s a 20 year old Palestinian who is studying dentistry and she is doing her best to survive a whole year of horror and violence. Since October last year, she has gone through the bombing of her house, the multiple displacements, the hunger and thirst, the shootings and diseases.
Despite it all, Shahed has dedicated her time, energy, and effort for everyone around her. She has volunteered as medical aid when hospitals were being destroyed one by one, distributed food with her family when she is starving, and taught children who couldn’t go to school in between her classes. Speaking of which, she continues with her education to achieve her degree while fundraising for her family of 7 people’s survival and supplies for her students. She is carrying a lot on her shoulders when she is only 20!
I am asking you once again:, what are you doing for your community? The truth is that most people are doing the bare minimum, if anything at all. So if you want to make a difference, please donate and share. Your contribution will not only help Shahed and her family survive, but it will also help give back to her community. So give what you can because she's stagnating at the halfway mark that she reached only recently after 7 months. She deserves all of our support.
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I am Maha Alzenati, a fourth-year engineering student in Gaza, shares her family's struggle to survive the ongoing war. Her family, including her two sisters, three brothers, and hardworking parents, had to flee their home in Gaza with only a few belongings, seeking refuge in Deir al-Balah in southern Gaza. Despite the hardships, Maha's mother remains a source of strength, cooking and supporting them with limited resources, while her father, who has always worked to provide for them, has lost everything, including his livelihood.
Your support, in any form, could mean survival for Maha's family.
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