Amira Nimer

How did our lives shift from safety and stability to fear and suffering? How did dreams become burdens and hope a luxury? Every day, we search for answers, asking ourselves: Will there come a day when our lives return to what they once were? Or will the war remain a witness to the days in which we lost so much?🥹❤️‍🩹

To support us in this hardship and help rebuild our lives, you can visit the campaign link here 👇🏻

We’re living in conditions unfit for anyone, and this video of the bathroom in the school where we’re sheltering shows just a glimpse of our reality. The bathroom is shared, located on the second floor, and there is no sewage system—garbage and wastewater cover the floor, adding to our fears each day.

Our children play here with no safety, and we live in constant worry that one of them might fall from the high floors. Two children have already fallen from the third floor, and every day, we feel the tragedy could repeat.

We ask you to share our story, in hopes that our voices reach someone who can help provide a safer environment for our children and extend a helping hand🙏🏼🙏🏼🤍💐.

Vetted by @90-ghost @nabulsi

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After my father's passing, I found myself taking care of my family, consisting of my mother, sister Noor, and brother Abdulrahman. My mother, suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes, faces health problems that further complicate their situation. But courage and determination drive Amira forward.

I worked as a teaching assistant at the university while pursuing a master's degree in data science, and also worked as a programmer in a company. My life was going smoothly until war came and destroyed everything.

My university, workplace, and home were completely destroyed, forcing them to flee south in search of a safe haven. Now, I and my family live in tents for displaced people in Deir al-Balah, where they suffer from water shortages and the spread of diseases, posing an additional challenge, especially for my immunocompromised mother.

This is a brief about our daily suffering.

Please help me, my mother, my sister and my brother to go out to treat my mother because she suffers from widespread diseases because her immunity is weak and help us to complete our educational journey, me and my brother

She is a 23 year old girl who has had to step up and take care of her family after her father passed away from coronavirus early in the pandemic 3 years ago. And she was doing this while pursuing a master's degree in data science, working as a teacher's assistant, and as a programmer.

Her life before the destruction of Gaza

(ID in Alt)

Her life after

(ID in Alt)

Her family now lives in tents in a refugee camp after losing everything they own. Not to mention that her mother is suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes which is complicated by the conditions that their family is living in, from lack of healthcare, to lack of clean water and food.

Ameera is seeking to help her family evacuate Gaza, but she needs your help to do so. She is seeking to raise €20,000 and has raised very few donations so far. Please donate. Any amount would go to helping Ameera achieve her goal.

Don't forget to share and follow Ameera's tumblr for more updates!

My previous account has been deleted, and this is my new account. I am grateful for your support and assistance so far 🍉🍉.

I kindly ask you to continue supporting us by donating or sharing the campaign link. We desperately need your help to provide safety for my family. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a significant difference🙏.

Amira's Fundraising: Help Amira and Her Mother... Your Support Means Life

Amira, the ambitious girl who took on responsibility after her father's death, turned her dreams into reality through her hard work. She became an applications engineer and an university teacher assistant.

Amira was at the peak of her happiness, busy balancing family gatherings, her work, educational sessions, and her beautiful relationship with her students. At the end of the day, she would be in her room, a princess's room, which was filled with calmness and warmth.

Amira hopes for your solidarity with her cause. She needs your humanity to protect herself ,and her sick mother, who can no longer cope with these circumstances. Amira lost her father, and her mother is now all she has.

both shahed and shaima+mohammed (wafaa's siblings) were the initial targets of the recent wave of scam allegations, yet only shahed's gofundme was spread and received support as a result. maybe this is because and shaima and mohammed are slightly older, more traditional people who can't work the internet as well, maybe because they were less willing to share the intimate details of their pain online. maybe it's plain luck. either way its pretty shitty that only one person received the proper support after all that abuse, and that everyone else is being ignored.

since shahed reached her goal i want to redirect all of our righteous anger and empathy toward some of the other palestinians who were primarily targeted by this hate campaign. many of the campaigns on this list are stagnating in the amount of donations they recieve, despite the amount of attention they've received lately. of course, everyone here is vetted by either 90-ghost or el-shab-hussein:

shaima and mohammed @wafans-blog, who was accused of being a scam for having the same organizer as shahed, even though that is very common with gofundmes. [verification]

mahmoud balousha @helpfamily, who was targeted by one of the biggest blogs on this website and likened to a porn account. [verification]

amira alanqar @amira-world , who was targeted by some arrogant bitch who thought they knew better than actual palestinians how to vet a fundraiser and who also claimed that there was no point in donating to palestinians because evacuations are uncommon. [verification]

basel ayyad @basel-1995, whose posting habits were scrutinized to an inhuman degree as an excuse to dehumanize him. [verification] (he has been vetted twice!)

basel's cousin fadi ayyad. [verification]

heba al anqar @heba-baker, who was accused of being part of a belgian botnet because of her surname. [verification]

ahmed and abdulrahman al-nabih @ahmedalnabeeh11, who were accused of scamming for having relatives with chronic illnesses during a genocide. [verification]

and of course:

omar saad, ahmed @/90-ghost's brother, who is still in khan yunis with his family. ahmed, our sole vetter for a while, has gone through immeasurable abuse in the past week and we all owe it to him as people who have benefited from his labor to take one burden off his shoulders. [verification]

i do not want any of us to forget what happened here btw. the social media outrage cycle is very fast and has a short memory and as a result none of us get to sit with the true horror of this hate campaign. we just forget about it and move on as if it was just entertainment. but it’s not, it was real and its effects linger, mutate, and grow with each passing day. everyone on this list is still struggling through a genocide that feels like it’ll never end.

I’d like to remind everyone that a few months ago, my campaign was attacked with claims that I am a liar and a fraud. Maybe some have forgotten. Since then, my campaign has been almost at a standstill, with far fewer donations than before.

I wonder: did these false allegations affect you? Did you think about the person behind this campaign and her suffering? I assure you that my campaign is fully documented, and all the allegations against me are completely false.

I am grateful to everyone who defended me and supported me, especially those who shared my posts or raised questions on my behalf. But I wonder why my story has been sidelined since that time and why no one is writing about my suffering in their own words.

This is a war that has been going on for over a year, during which I have lost many family members. Our work has been halted for more than a year, and we have been displaced all this time. And through all of this, what hurts me the most is seeing my mother struggle every day. She has to travel across southern Gaza to get her monthly medicine. My mother suffers from a spinal disc issue, yet is forced to carry more than 50 liters of water daily under these harsh conditions. This water is just one example of the daily crises we endure. In the face of pollution and widespread disease, even a minor illness could be dangerous for my mother, as her immunity is weak.

Please, I ask everyone who supports the Palestinian cause and has a voice that reaches others to share my post. Help amplify my voice to the world. Create posts that explain my story, share it through a simple drawing, or feature it in a public poll that includes the details of my story at the end. To everyone who can help, please do not hesitate.

My name is Amira, I am 23 years old, and this is my story, filled with challenges and pain💔.

Four years ago, I lost my father and became responsible for my family. I took on the responsibility of caring for my sick mother and siblings, working hard as a university assistant and a programmer in a company. I was building my future step by step, enduring all the hardships 💙.

But the war turned my life upside down. I lost my home, my job, my university, and everything I worked for. We were displaced seven times in search of safety, and each time we hoped to find a better place. We are currently in Al-Zawayda, living in a school for displaced people, and we face harsh conditions every day😥.

This is a glimpse of our daily suffering, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. Every day, we face challenges that turn survival into a constant struggle in unforgiving conditions😓.

The accumulated waste around our area poses a serious health hazard, polluting the air and spreading diseases that have affected us all. Both our children and the elderly suffer from illnesses due to this ongoing pollution, in a situation that threatens our lives and health every day💔.

My heart longs for family gatherings, and I feel nostalgic for the moments we used to spend together. Now, we are separated between the north and the south, and we haven't seen each other for ten months😥.

I miss every corner of my room, which was my safe haven. Those corners hold my memories and reflect my peace, and I yearn to return to them🧡.

I also miss my working life, which, despite being exhausting, gave my life meaning and purpose. I miss the days of work and the effort I used to put in 💚.

And I long for the feeling of success and pride that filled me after achieving my goals in my studies and work. These memories of my accomplishments remind me of the joy of success💜.

I live every day amidst challenges, trying to stay strong despite all the difficulties. I try to be the support for my family, providing them with basic needs despite the scarcity of resources. And despite everything, I still believe that tomorrow will be better🤲🏽.

I need your help. You can support us by donating and sharing the campaign link. Your support could save an entire family from death and give us hope in these difficult times. Thank you for your support and care🙏💜.

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@nabulsi link here

@fairuzfan link here

@sar-soor link here

@90-ghost link here

@commissions4aid-international link here