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đŹ Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, weâve now reached $12,837âa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, Iâve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itâs in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iâve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
â21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborâs House Was Destroyedâ A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
â22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsâ This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, weâre still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeâand for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
Weâre trapped.
đ We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. đ¨âđŠâđ§ Our family is forever changedâwe havenât just lost people; weâve lost pieces of ourselves. đ Basic needs go unmetâeven clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yetâŚ
Your support reminds us that weâre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weâre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: Youâre walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If youâve already donatedâthank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isnât just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itâs about surviving war with dignity. Itâs about believing in tomorrow. Itâs about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. Youâve helped me find my voiceâand I will use it to keep hope alive.
Thereâs something I need to sayâsomething thatâs been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnât know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fearâfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iâm learning as I go. Iâve slowed down. Iâm more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came fromâand I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family âĽď¸
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 neighborâs 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 didnât 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 neighborsâ 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 childrenâs 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 highâ$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 canât we live like everyone elseâgo 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: đ Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. đ Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 𩺠Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you canât 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; itâs about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what weâve 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. Letâs work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
đ¸ Please share our story and consider donating today. đ¸
34,000 deaths is clearly an appalling undercount when watchdog groups learn about mass graves like this every week.
i canât believe this is happening⌠iâve been thinking of the al-shifa siege for the past five six days and it has literally made me sick. when will this end?
This is the last birthday photo taken of Shireen before she was assassinated by the IOF nearly a month later:
Happy Birthday to an incredible woman who should still be here. You will always be remembered and forever missed.
there is a strike going on till the 30th. i will only be reblogging stuff related to palestine. i will not be able to skip school, but i will be doing what i can, even if my platform is small. i beg of you to do the same. free palestine.
As always don't forget about eSims
THANK YOU!
I have been screaming about this for a while and my heart is breaking after seeing the video of a grandfather cradling his young granddaughter dead in his arms. After putting her hair into little buns saying it was her favourite hairstyle. Calling her the âsoul of my soulâ. How can anyone see this action as monstrous?!
How can anyone see a truck full of naked and scared men and boys IN WINTER MONTHS and believe âthey went willinglyâ and âthey are part of Hammasâ and then watch them being murdered in the middle of the desert. How can anyone watch a man be forcefully stripped naked and humiliated and violated in the worst way possible and call him a monster? If it was a woman (and believe me this is happening to them too) everyone would be on it. But because itâs men, Middle Eastern men and boys, regardless of their faith, nobody cares.
âThey are Hammasâ, âMen canât be assaultedâ, âThey are terroristsâ- Has patriarchy, islamophobia, feminism and colonialism really stripped us from any empathy?! Have we really been conditioned to see men as nothing but cannon fodder?! Expendable?? What difference does it make accusing Middle Eastern men of being terrorists than accusing black men of being criminals?
Seeing these brave doctors trying to take care of their patients amongst the ruins and rubble with minimal supplies and no anaesthesia, risking their own lives and safety to take care of everyone and seeing them labelled as monsters, inhuman and terrorists⌠I lose hope for humanity every time. But seeing things like this post it gives me that sliver of hope back that not everything is a lost cause yet.
Because men are always the first to go when genocide starts. Because once they get rid of the men and boys the rest are easy targets for foreign men to exploit. Itâs all by design. Look into history, look up Srebrenica Massacre/Genocide that happened during Bosnia War in 1995. Men are deserving of dignity, respect and justice just as much as women are.
Your intentional blindness and unwillingness to unlearn the western propaganda and narrative is not an excuse.
the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if weâre already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. âWe will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-â how about you stop âmaking peaceâ with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.
Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
Reminder that boycotting DOES work, there is historic proof! Don't let anyone discourage you otherwise!
The BDS movement uses the historically successful method of targeted boycotts inspired by the South African anti-apartheid movement, the US Civil Rights movement, the Indian anti-colonial struggle, among others worldwide.
We must strategically focus on a relatively smaller number of carefully selected companies and products for maximum impact. Companies that play a clear and direct role in Israelâs crimes and where there is real potential for winning, as was the case with, among others, G4S, Veolia, Orange, Ben & Jerryâs and Pillsbury. Compelling such huge, complicit companies, through strategic and context-sensitive boycott and divestment campaigns, to end their complicity in Israeli apartheid and war crimes against Palestinians sends a very powerful message to hundreds of other complicit companies that âyour time will come, so get out before itâs too late!â