"I’m a cancer survivor abt to lose housing. My last ask ever for communal support is for 3k, if folks wouldn’t mind chipping in to help w the transition out of my apt, moving costs of my life upending, & losing my home b4 surgery. Thanks everyone! I (we) tried.

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Hello my friends, I will always be grateful for your support, but Tumblr deleted my main account and I honestly do not know why.The truth is that I have no source of income and no stable way to survive. I urgently need your help.

Everything here has become extremely expensive, and the war has never truly stopped. Every moment, every day, and every night, there are more martyrs and more rising prices.

I truly need your support. Even if you cannot donate, please at least share and support my campaign. And if you are able to help, even a small donation like $15 can make a difference for me.

So any donation or contribution you make will help me buy basic living necessities and at least provide simple crochet supplies so I can continue making and selling my work to earn some money.I am only trying to provide food, water, and the most basic crochet tools — just the essential things.

Please try to support me.

And these are some of the crochet pieces I have made recently.

Please donate & share 🤍

The bombing, death, hunger, and displacement do not stop for a single moment. What has actually stopped is the world's interest, questions, and follow-up. We do not know if they have grown tired of us and become accustomed to our tragedy, or if the media has deceived them and contributed to misleading them!

Help Mahmoud's family from here

I am writing these words with a completely broken heart.

My wife is four months pregnant and suffering from severe malnutrition and a critical lack of medical treatment.

Every day she becomes weaker, and she often loses consciousness because of hunger, exhaustion, and the lack of medicine. I live in constant fear every moment… terrified of losing her and our unborn baby.

We also have a small child who cries constantly when he sees his mother weak and suffering, and I stand helpless, unable to protect her or provide what she needs.

The war destroyed our home and left me unemployed with no source of income. I already lost my mother and my older brother because of the war, and now all I have left is my small family. I am terrified of losing them too.

My wife’s treatment costs around €850 every week, in addition to the food and nutrition she urgently needs during pregnancy, and I am completely unable to afford it. We are living through unbearable days of hunger, fear, and helplessness, and I feel like I am watching my wife slowly fade away in front of me.

Please… do not ignore my plea.

Any help, any donation, or even sharing this post could help save my wife and her unborn child.

Please help us get the treatment and food we desperately need before it is too late. We are living through a real humanitarian disaster and we desperately need your support.

Please do not leave us alone in this suffering.😭

Please Donate Now

Time is running out. We don't have enough time left. There are only 16 hours before the medication runs out. My wife might die because of the lack of this essential treatment.

Time is not on our side, and every minute that passes brings us closer to the end.

I am helpless in this situation and cannot afford the cost of saving her.

Your donation today could be the difference between her life and death.

And if you cannot donate, sharing this appeal may reach someone who can save her.

But my children in Gaza are deprived of the simplest joys of childhood.

No Eid clothes, no toys, and not even a sense of safety or happiness.

It breaks my heart to see the sadness in their eyes as they watch other children celebrate while I cannot provide even their basic needs.

All I wish for is to see a smile on their faces and let them experience the joy of Eid like children everywhere else in the world.

Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in my children’s lives and bring them a moment of happiness amid the harsh conditions in Gaza.💔💔💔🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

My children need you, save my children from hunger 🥹🥹🥹

I have hope in you, I know you won't let me

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #605 )✅️

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

Time is not on our side, and every minute that passes brings us closer to the end.

I am helpless in this situation and cannot afford the cost of saving her.

Your donation today could be the difference between her life and death.

And if you cannot donate, sharing this appeal may reach someone who can save her.

I am writing these words with a completely broken heart.

My wife is four months pregnant and suffering from severe malnutrition and a critical lack of medical treatment.

Every day she becomes weaker, and she often loses consciousness because of hunger, exhaustion, and the lack of medicine. I live in constant fear every moment… terrified of losing her and our unborn baby.

We also have a small child who cries constantly when he sees his mother weak and suffering, and I stand helpless, unable to protect her or provide what she needs.

The war destroyed our home and left me unemployed with no source of income. I already lost my mother and my older brother because of the war, and now all I have left is my small family. I am terrified of losing them too.

My wife’s treatment costs around €850 every week, in addition to the food and nutrition she urgently needs during pregnancy, and I am completely unable to afford it. We are living through unbearable days of hunger, fear, and helplessness, and I feel like I am watching my wife slowly fade away in front of me.

Please… do not ignore my plea.

Any help, any donation, or even sharing this post could help save my wife and her unborn child.

Please help us get the treatment and food we desperately need before it is too late. We are living through a real humanitarian disaster and we desperately need your support.

Please do not leave us alone in this suffering.😭

Please Donate Now

🚨 We urgently need €700 for treatment and medication.

🛑Move for her tears and screams that she does not realize because of her autism🥹🙏🏻

💔 It is heartbreaking to see all of this in such a small body—severe potassium deficiency and its complications, muscle weakness, possible kidney complications, neurological symptoms requiring sedatives, and painful skin ulcers.

Doctors informed us that the infection has gone beyond the skin and is now deepening, with a risk of reaching the bones.

💔 My child does not deserve this and cannot endure more.

🙏 Please have mercy on her. Your donation or sharing could ease her suffering and save her from further decline.🥹💔