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Before I write this, I paused for a long time… I didn't know where to begin.

My name is Nasr. This is my first Ramadan without my mom and my sister. The emptiness they left behind isn't just in our home — it's in every moment, every suhoor, every iftar.

I am the oldest among my younger siblings, and a responsibility I never imagined now rests on my shoulders. I try to stay strong in front of them, I try to smile and make them feel like everything is okay… but deep inside? I'm scared.

Eid is coming… and I don't know how to bring them joy. These kids deserve happiness. They deserve Eid gifts. They deserve a smile.

At the same time, my dream of continuing my university education has been delayed — not because I don't want to, but because the circumstances are bigger than me.

I'm not asking for pity. I'm asking for a helping hand.

Any support, no matter how small, will make a huge difference for me and my little siblings this Ramadan and Eid.

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“People here don’t count days — they count moments of safety between hardship.” (In Gaza, even during a ceasefire, children continue to be killed and humanitarian conditions are precarious.)

Days repeat themselves with different shades of the same uncertainty. Electricity appears and disappears without warning. Water is something we think about before we drink it. The sound of drones has become part of the air, like wind you can’t escape.

I spend most of my day inside. Not hiding — just waiting. Waiting for calm. Waiting for the next noise to pass. Waiting for the moment I can breathe without listening.

My daughter is growing quickly. She doesn’t understand why rooms go dark suddenly. Why the walls sometimes shake. Why her mother holds her a little tighter when the sky changes its sound.

Outside, nothing is stable. Markets open, then close. People start rebuilding, then stop. Plans are made quietly, because saying them out loud feels fragile.

And yet — life continues in small, stubborn ways.

Mothers still sing. Neighbors still check on each other. People still share what little they have, even when they are tired beyond words.

Hope here is not loud. It doesn’t announce itself. It lives in routines — in feeding a child, in cleaning a small space, in choosing to wake up and try again.

This is what survival looks like now.

Not strength like you see in headlines. But endurance. Gentle, exhausted, human endurance.

If you are new here, my pinned post tells our story — who we are, what we lost, and why I’m asking for help. If you’ve been here before, thank you for staying.

Even reading this means something to me. Sharing it means more than you know.

I don’t know what the next months will bring. But today, I’m here. My daughter is asleep in my arms. And for this moment, that is enough to keep going.

The killing of innocent people has not stopped. Violence is everywhere in Gaza.

No food. No clean water. No medicine. Just hunger, fear, and days that keep getting harder.

Families are exhausted. People are collapsing under the weight of everything.

We say it in every language, hoping someone, somewhere, will listen:

🇵🇸 غزة ليست بخير والناس تنهار

🇺🇸🇬🇧 Gaza is not okay and people are breaking

🇨🇦 Gaza is not okay and people are breaking

🇳🇱 Gaza is niet oké en mensen breken

🇫🇷 Gaza ne va pas bien et les gens s’effondrent

🇪🇸 Gaza no está bien y la gente se derrumba

🇩🇪 Gaza geht es nicht gut und die Menschen brechen zusammen

🇮🇹 Gaza non sta bene e le persone stanno crollando

🇷🇺 Газа не в порядке, люди ломаются

🇨🇳 加沙情况不好，人们正在崩溃

🇯🇵 ガザは大丈夫ではなく、人々は崩れている

🇰🇷 가자는 괜찮지 않고 사람들은 무너지고 있다

🇹🇷 Gazze iyi değil, insanlar çöküyor

🇮🇳 गाज़ा ठीक नहीं है, लोग टूट रहे हैं

🇧🇷 Gaza não está bem e as pessoas estão desmoronando

🇮🇩 Gaza tidak baik-baik saja dan orang-orang sedang runtuh

🇵🇰 غزہ ٹھیک نہیں ہے اور لوگ ٹوٹ رہے ہیں

🇮🇷 غزه حال خوبی ندارد و مردم در حال فروپاشی هستند

🇬🇷 Η Γάζα δεν είναι καλά και οι άνθρωποι καταρρέουν

🇸🇪 Gaza mår inte bra och människor bryter samman

Yousef shared to me some terrible news. His sister and her husband were martyred, leaving behind 5 children that he now has to provide food, shelter, and care for. A video of their children can be seen here.

He needs to provide them with shelter, while also caring for his own family including his little son, Majd, who has a respiratory condition.

Please do whatever you can to support this family.

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Their current accounts: @youseffamilys-blog @saveyouseffamily @khadigamajd

I cannot do this alone. Please donate if you can, or reblog to help me save my family.

as you guys know my grandparents got scammed months ago, some man told them he was going to send them medical equipment they needed for $500 dollars, we were desperate, not only they lost all the money they had, my grandpa has gotten significantly worse, he's starting to lose vision in his good eye and my grandma is losing mobility as well (evidence), I know I sound annoying always coming here and begging for money for my grandparents and for my college, I don't know how to anticipate the grief, losing my grandpa everyday to his illness, losing my college education cause I can't afford it, in México the situation it's just getting worse and even though I feel lonely I have found a community here and I'm forever grateful for that, even a dollar goes a long way and all the money will go to their medical needs since I'm very sure I won't be able to cover college expenses, please share and donate if you can, you can help via p*ypal or any way you want through ko-fi, here's the link! 💕 thank you sm

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