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I am writing these words after losing hope in everyone… except for you, my friends. Tumblr has a very large number of users, estimated in the millions . That’s an enormous number! But imagine, with all those of people, how would you feel if people saw you and ignored you? You’d feel deeply disappointed, right? Or maybe you’d even wish for death.

Have you ever wished for death? For me, I feel like I’d rather die than be ignored by everyone. If I wasn’t in desperate need of help, I wouldn’t ask anyone for it. I really need help.

Imagine for a moment that you have a small child you love dearly, and you’re forced to watch her suffer in front of your eyes. This isn’t just an imagination for me; it’s my reality. My family and I live this pain every day.

Please, be our hope. Be our voice. Be the ones who save us from despair. Don’t ignore us. Donate, even if it’s just $5 .

There are so many people reading this post right now. I beg anyone who sees these words to donate if they can, and if not, to share this post. Please, don’t leave us behind.

Be our family, or think of us as members of your own family, and save us from this suffering. No matter how small the amount, your help means the world to us. And if you can’t donate, share this post and add a few kind words to inspire others to help.

Thank you so much, everyone. I wish you all the best.

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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personally i remember most of my dreams, though sometimes the details get fuzzy after i wake up.

since you're here, could you please take a look at @mo-shamiaa 's campaign? it has already been verified by @nabulsi and @el-shab-hussein:

despite the fact that Mohammed was able to escape from Gaza, his family is still stuck in the midst of an invasion, his mother is currently sick and the campaign he organized to support them is still far from reaching its goal. as of now, it has currently reached only 27% of their end goal 😔

please, i appeal to the kindness and generosity within your heart, now is the moment to ACT.

donate what you can and share this campaign as widely as possible, with anyone you know. we can still help mohammed's family 🙏

personally i remember most of my dreams, though sometimes the details get fuzzy after i wake up.

since you're here, could you please take a look at @mo-shamiaa 's campaign? it has already been verified by @nabulsi and @el-shab-hussein:

despite the fact that Mohammed was able to escape from Gaza, his family is still stuck in the midst of an invasion, his mother is currently sick and the campaign he organized to support them is still far from reaching its goal. as of now, it has currently reached only 27% of their end goal 😔

please, i appeal to the kindness and generosity within your heart, now is the moment to ACT.

donate what you can and share this campaign as widely as possible, with anyone you know. we can still help mohammed's family 🙏

Trying to help family trapped in Gaza for 10 months

Hello everyone, and hope you read my story.

I’m Mohammed Shamia, a fourth year student of laboratory medicine.

I’m trying to get funds for my family of 9 members

With the beginning of the donation campaign, I was the first individual from my family escape to Egypt after 200 days, so I could help my family to get out of Gaza.

Unfortunately, the crossing close and my family still in Gaza

My family lost everything, our house and my brother's house, we lost our happy lives

Now my family lives in difficult conditions in Gaza and fear between plastic walls that do not protect from the summer heat or the cold of winter

This is how my family struggles daily to obtain the most basic rights

We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to help me reach the goal in order to secure the life of my family,and the beginning of a new life. Every help or donation through you makes a big difference. Do not underestimate how the difference is for someone who needs your support

My GFM campaign link

Thank you for complete reading

Mohammad Shamia

Vetted by :

@nabulsi

@el-shab-hussein

Number 7 in the list

My mother account

@ommoha

I hope everyone can read my story and try to help 🙏🙏💔

Trying to help family trapped in Gaza for 10 months

Hello everyone, and hope you read my story.

I’m Mohammed Shamia, a fourth year student of laboratory medicine.

I’m trying to get funds for my family of 9 members

With the beginning of the donation campaign, I was the first individual from my family escape to Egypt after 200 days, so I could help my family to get out of Gaza.

Unfortunately, the crossing close and my family still in Gaza

My family lost everything, our house and my brother's house, we lost our happy lives

Now my family lives in difficult conditions in Gaza and fear between plastic walls that do not protect from the summer heat or the cold of winter

This is how my family struggles daily to obtain the most basic rights

We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to help me reach the goal in order to secure the life of my family,and the beginning of a new life. Every help or donation through you makes a big difference. Do not underestimate how the difference is for someone who needs your support

My GFM campaign link

Thank you for complete reading

Mohammad Shamia

Vetted by :

@nabulsi

@el-shab-hussein

Number 7 in the list

My mother account

@ommoha

I hope everyone can read my story and try to help 🙏🙏💔

My child… my flesh and blood… lies now on a ventilator, motionless, his eyes shut as if he’s silently bidding farewell.

The doctors told me coldly:

“Either you pay, or we turn off the ventilator.”As if my child’s life is a number on a bill…As if death can be bargained for.

$2,650… the price of life.

A price I cannot afford, a price I cannot allow my son to be taken from me because my pockets are empty.

Every minute that passes feels like a blade.I look at my child, but I can’t even touch his face through the wires and machines.I whisper to him, though he can’t hear me:“Hold on, my love… Don’t leave me… I’m so sorry… there’s nothing I can do.”

What kind of cruelty is this? What kind of world is this where a father has to beg just to keep his child alive? What justice is there when a hospital room becomes a slow, merciless execution?

My friend, I no longer ask for much just that I don’t have to carry him to his grave, instead of bringing him home.

Please help us… even with a word, even with a donation, even with a tear that moves the hearts of others.

My child is dying… and I am dying with him, second by second.

Save him before he fades away… before the coffin closes on my heart.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #576 )✅️

Verified : @90-ghost

Verified:@bilal-salah0

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My child… my flesh and blood… lies now on a ventilator, motionless, his eyes shut as if he’s silently bidding farewell.

The doctors told me coldly:

“Either you pay, or we turn off the ventilator.”As if my child’s life is a number on a bill…As if death can be bargained for.

$2,650… the price of life.

A price I cannot afford, a price I cannot allow my son to be taken from me because my pockets are empty.

Every minute that passes feels like a blade.I look at my child, but I can’t even touch his face through the wires and machines.I whisper to him, though he can’t hear me:“Hold on, my love… Don’t leave me… I’m so sorry… there’s nothing I can do.”

What kind of cruelty is this? What kind of world is this where a father has to beg just to keep his child alive? What justice is there when a hospital room becomes a slow, merciless execution?

My friend, I no longer ask for much just that I don’t have to carry him to his grave, instead of bringing him home.

Please help us… even with a word, even with a donation, even with a tear that moves the hearts of others.

My child is dying… and I am dying with him, second by second.

Save him before he fades away… before the coffin closes on my heart.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #576 )✅️

Verified : @90-ghost

Verified:@bilal-salah0

@asalesbian @asinglularpotato @brightmoontrigon @timetravellingkitty @sayruq @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @barenerveendings @crunchyspositivybubble @danielhowell @derrickdent @discoverynews @earthenterran @ot3 @e @equipo @equipebrasil @femmefitz @freehologramreview @fiendfriendly @frog-in-a-dew @feelingemotjons @guanbo @garden-of-vegan @gamechangershow @gracehelbig @glamour @hotdogmchiggin @headwir3d @hangulteam @humansofnewyork

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The martyrs have become 1000 martyrs. Every minute we die here. Please interact.

Here we are, fleeing death, me, my husband and my children, in the last days of the attacks launched by the occupation forces on our areas.

Please help us and donate and do not leave us alone to die

#Free Palestine #We are now in a group ghada#Save us from death#Don't leave us alone#Please help us#Israel seeks annihilation#Please donate now#Save us from death#Trump #Israel#Free Palestine

#Free Palestine#Free Gaza#Save us from genocide#Save us before it's too late

#beginning#Trump#We are in a famine

#Don't leave us to die alone#A story of fear, horror, bombing, destruction and martyrdom in the streets#Donate to us#The final form of life remained#Save the genocide#Solidarity with Gaza#

#All eyes on Palestine#

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The martyrs have become 1000 martyrs. Every minute we die here. Please interact.

Here we are, fleeing death, me, my husband and my children, in the last days of the attacks launched by the occupation forces on our areas.

Please help us and donate and do not leave us alone to die

#Free Palestine #We are now in a group ghada#Save us from death#Don't leave us alone#Please help us#Israel seeks annihilation#Please donate now#Save us from death#Trump #Israel#Free Palestine

#Free Palestine#Free Gaza#Save us from genocide#Save us before it's too late

#beginning#Trump#We are in a famine

#Don't leave us to die alone#A story of fear, horror, bombing, destruction and martyrdom in the streets#Donate to us#The final form of life remained#Save the genocide#Solidarity with Gaza#

#All eyes on Palestine#

Campaign checked by 90-ghost

Please, help us as soon as possible. I am now homeless, we are on the streets, and the situation is getting worse. What makes it even harder is that my husband is injured in the war, and I am the sole provider for my family. I have 5 children, and one of them is a baby with no milk, and she is slowly dying.

We are in urgent need of all the help we can get, and we can’t hold on much longer.

#HelpUs #Donate

We are now fleeing from our tents due to the difficult and terrifying conditions. We don’t even have means of transportation to reach safe areas. The situation has become overwhelming, and every moment presents a huge challenge in our struggle to stay alive.

Please, help us in these difficult times, as we are in desperate need of any support that can reach us. We need all kinds of help, whether financial or logistical, to be able to reach a safe place.

#HelpUs #Donate

Help us before it's too late, before we die. We are in urgent need of your help in these difficult moments, as every passing minute could be crucial. We cannot face this situation alone.

#HelpUs #Donate

I need your help to purchase a tent and essential supplies worth 2000 USD. We are in a very difficult situation, and any support you can provide will make a huge difference in helping us survive.

#HelpUs #Donate

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Please, help us as soon as possible. I am now homeless, we are on the streets, and the situation is getting worse. What makes it even harder is that my husband is injured in the war, and I am the sole provider for my family. I have 5 children, and one of them is a baby with no milk, and she is slowly dying.

We are in urgent need of all the help we can get, and we can’t hold on much longer.

#HelpUs #Donate

We are now fleeing from our tents due to the difficult and terrifying conditions. We don’t even have means of transportation to reach safe areas. The situation has become overwhelming, and every moment presents a huge challenge in our struggle to stay alive.

Please, help us in these difficult times, as we are in desperate need of any support that can reach us. We need all kinds of help, whether financial or logistical, to be able to reach a safe place.

#HelpUs #Donate

Help us before it's too late, before we die. We are in urgent need of your help in these difficult moments, as every passing minute could be crucial. We cannot face this situation alone.

#HelpUs #Donate

I need your help to purchase a tent and essential supplies worth 2000 USD. We are in a very difficult situation, and any support you can provide will make a huge difference in helping us survive.

#HelpUs #Donate

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