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hey all. multiply disabled queer unfamilied Filipino experiencing ongoing neuro psych issues post meningitis and unable to cook for self in need of meal fund support. making this to circulate as an ongoing post because the occasional and only help I’m receiving to eat thru community isn’t enough to meet my needs. no goal atm but as always will switch rbs off when need met. donate if white waged and able ~

Regardless of our religion, our colors, our thoughts, or our beliefs, in the end we all share one thing in common: humanity.

Have you ever woken up to find that everything you've built over the years has crumbled? Have you ever felt like you've gone from being someone people respectfully called "Doctor" to someone forced to explain their needs and ask for help just to survive? Do you know what it means to spend your life toiling, studying, and working to build an honest business, only to have war on Gaza snatch everything away in an instant? I wasn't born a beggar, and I'm not used to asking anyone for help. I owned a pharmacy, a source of livelihood and dignity, living off my own hard work. But the war destroyed my pharmacy, and with it, my dreams, my stability, and my family's future. Today, as I ask for help, I don't just feel the pain of poverty, but the pain of utter defeat. The pain of being looked at as if you're a beggar, when you're a victim of a war that stole everything from you. Believe me, need isn't the hardest part of it... the hardest part is having to justify your needs to people, feeling like your story doesn't matter to anyone, and seeing the abandonment all around you as you sink deeper into despair every day. If you can't help, then don't... You hurt those worn down by life with a word or a judgment. By God, I only sought help after every door was closed in my face.. 💔💔💔

I've recently spent 700$ on emergencies and it has strongly depleted my bank account (it is now so severely overdrafted that I have NOTHING ). And if I want to somehow survive this month and the first half of July, I'll need all 700$ by the end of the next three days

Hello, I hope you are well. My name is Samar, a mother of two young children living in a tent in Gaza. Every day is a new challenge just to survive, and I need your help now more than ever. After losing our home and becoming the sole provider for my family, I am fighting to ensure my children have a chance at a decent life. I am not asking for much, just enough to buy basic necessities like bread, vegetables, milk, and essential skin medication for my children. Please consider donating or sharing my campaign: @save-the-child-qamar