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Gazafunds actually deals with this anxiety and makes a decision for you if you want. Their home page has a spotlighted fundraiser and the code consider things like how close the gfm is to finishing, when the most recent donation is, etc. So it's randomized to help as many people as possible.

Every night I listen to my children shivering under the thin blankets and I hold them close, trying to warm them, but the cold is stronger than all of us 😭

Since we lost our home, this worn-out tent is all we have left 😭

We desperately need help: blankets, food, a tent—anything that can protect my children from this harsh winter.

Your kindness may be the reason they sleep tonight feeling warm and safe.

Please don't leave us alone in this cold 🥹

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As you can see, my children are standing in the cold water with nowhere safe to go.

The rain has destroyed everything inside, and we have nothing to keep us warm.

Please… don’t leave us alone in this storm.

Don’t let my children stay cold like this.

If you can donate or help in any way, even a small amount, it would mean the world to us.

Thank you, and God bless you.

Please donate via the link in the bio...

https://gofund.me/f83ae8cf

THE SIMS 3 STORE PRE-INSTALLED

Today marks 25 years of The Sims. Since EA forgot TS3 exists, I’m releasing the entire The Sims 3 Store as an Anniversary Gift. It's all pre-installed and works flawlessly!

It comes with all available fixes and collection folders I’ve personally created for every set. You'll get over 5000 new Buy/Build and CAS items, 11 new worlds, and tons of new gameplay!

INSTRUCTIONS

Go to "Documents/Electronic Arts" and rename the "The Sims 3" folder (or move it).

Create a new folder and name it "The Sims 3" (or whatever the name is in your language).

Extract the contents of the ZIP file in "The Sims 3." Now launch the game.

You'll have to adjust your setting again. Don't forget to disable the in-game Store so you don't get duplicates.

Quit the game. Copy the "Saves" folder from the folder you have previously renamed. You can also copy your Mods and CC in package format.

CAUTION

Never copy over or overwrite the DCCache folder.

If you have content installed through the Launcher (Sims3Pack), you'll have to reinstall it.

I strongly recommend you don't install things through the Launcher from now. It already has a lot of content and it is a known fact the Launcher becomes more and more unstable the more content it has to handle.

Since the entire Store has been decrapified, if you want to install lots or world that contain Store content, you'll have to decrapify those too using MATY's TS3 Recompressor.

I had a report that there was an invisible top in CAS. It doesn't seem to have a CASP resource so it shouldn't cause any issues (like being assigned to a random Sim). It's best to avoid it or hide it or blacklist it using NRaas mods. Do NOT try to save the game while your Sim is "wearing" this invisible top.

UPDATE #1: MARCH 2025

Added some missing content: the Mother Russia CAS Set and the Cool Chap Cap that was given as a secret bonus item in the "Make Me an Offer" page. If there's something else missing, please let me now.

Now NRaas MasterController and the Cheats and Integration modules are included in the pack. This version NRaas MC comes with CAS Compact Mode enabled by default. This should fix the issue of blank/invisible CAS items and also speed up the loading of CAS items. Keep in mind, these mods aren't compatible with Lazy Duchess' Smooth Path, but you can have both. Her mod will automatically disable the fast loading of CAS items.

If you encounter any issues, feel free to reach out to me. I've put a lot of effort into making the installation process as smooth and straightforward as possible. Dag Dag!

We were living a happy and peaceful life in our home in the city, but everything turned into a nightmare when the war began. Our lives changed forever we lost our house and now live in a tent on the street, without the basic necessities of life: no water, no electricity, no clothing, and no food.

During the Israeli aggression on Gaza, we went through unimaginably difficult circumstances. We were displaced multiple times, losing everything along the way. Our home was completely destroyed and burned down, leaving us with nothing. It felt as if we were born again, stripped of all possessions no clothes, no bed to sleep on. The Israeli bombardment never stopped, and we lived in constant terror.

Among the many precious things we lost, the most painful was our sense of safety and peace. The intense bombing surrounded us everywhere we fled. The days passed with great difficulty, and finding work to earn money was impossible especially since my family consists of many children with significant needs.

Displacement robbed us of our stable and enjoyable life. My children suffered greatly during the war, falling ill multiple times, and their psychological state deteriorated due to being deprived of their education and the joy-filled life they once had. They lost all their belongings computers, electronic games things that meant the world to them. All their cherished memories vanished in an instant.

But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

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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.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields 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?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

Donation link

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I am a mother of young children, and I do not have the means to buy winter clothing for them. I watch them shiver through the cold nights, unable to give them the warmth they deserve.

We live in a damaged house that is not suitable for the winter, yet we continue to hold on with whatever strength we have left.

That is why I am reaching out to kind-hearted people for help — even the smallest support can make a big difference and help keep my children warm this winter.

May God bless you and reward you for your kindness.

For contact: (https://chuffed.org/project/117828-help-falah-and-his-family-survive)

To every kind soul out there…

We are a family of ten, including helpless infants, living in constant displacement. We’ve moved more than ten times, searching for safety, only to find torn tents, dry land, and an uncertain future.

We are surrounded by the stench of sewage, swarms of insects, and relentless mosquitoes. Every day we survive is a miracle. Every hour without a new tragedy is a blessing.

Today, I share this message because we are on the edge. We are not asking for much — just enough to survive, just enough to protect our children’s dignity.

Please, your donation will help me and my children suffer from the disease due to the lack of food and drink

Please, help us. Be the light in our darkest hour.

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My name is Aisha

I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.

Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.

We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.

We beg you, there is relentless bombing all across the Gaza Strip. Death is everywhere. The strikes are raining down over our heads. The situation is catastrophic. Blood covers the streets. Hospitals, schools, tents, and roads are being bombed. We are calling on the world to save us. Please, we are pleading with you—do not let us die in silence.

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I know many of us (americans/westerners) may have trouble fully understanding what it means to endure genocide. It is so big, so absolutely encompassing, that from our place of relative comfort, it can be hard to even imagine it.

But we need to imagine it. We need to empathize, and help wherever we can.

Enas is a widowed mother with two young children. She has fought and struggled for years to keep her family alive, against mounting odds. And it is getting harder, not easier.

Imagine losing everything so many times over, that it becomes a part of life. Imagine your children weeping from hunger, fear, and exhaustion. Imagine your world being reduced to brutality, with no hope or help but from stangers through a screen.

My daughter is lying in a hospital bed at Nasser Hospital, fighting for her life....💔😭😭😭😭

She is suffering from severe infections, acute malnutrition, and dangerously high fever. Her little body urgently needs treatment, vitamins, and mineral water to survive...🥺😔

We are doing everything we can, but we cannot do it alone.....😭😭😭😭

Please, if you see this, help us save her. Every donation, every share, every prayer matters

Time is not on our side.😔😔😔

Please don't let her fight this alone.. 💔🙏

link gofundme🍉🇵🇸

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Khan Younis: A City of Displacement and Hunger🇵🇸🍉

Khan Younis… a city overwhelmed by displacement, suffocating under the weight of tents and silent screams.Families fleeing from one danger into another, with nothing but broken dreams and borrowed blankets.

Children are starving. Mothers spend the day searching for crumbs. Fathers are shadows of themselves, carrying pain they can’t express. No clean water. No food. No medicine.

This is not a page from history — this is now. In Khan Younis. In the dust and mud, among torn tents and empty pots.

Hunger is the only language left. The cries are loud, even if the world has stopped listening.

Please, don’t turn away. Every share, every donation can help.

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This is a question young Omar asks every morning, with hungry eyes and a hoarse voice from crying, in a heart-rending scene.

It's not a casual question; it's the cry of pain of a hungry child… and a cry for help from the heart of stricken Gaza.

The Hashem family, like thousands of families in Gaza, lives a daily tragedy in order to feed their infant.

Today, obtaining a carton of baby formula has become a distant dream, its price having become unaffordable for families who have lost their homes and sources of income due to the siege and destruction.

Hashem, the grieving father, goes out every day in search of milk… roaming the streets and pharmacies, returning each time with empty hands and a heart heavy with helplessness.

In his home, a helpless mother weeps silently, and a child who will not stop crying from extreme hunger.

This is not a scene from a movie; it is the harsh reality of a besieged people, in a world from which milk has disappeared… and with it, compassion.

🚨 More than 66 children in Gaza died of malnutrition after Israel closed the crossings and prevented the entry of milk and essential food supplies.