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And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”

Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.

They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.

The ceasefire is a lie.

What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.

This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.

Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.

Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.

In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.

They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.

When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.

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Donations for GAZA

This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.

They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.

If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.

🔗 This is a verified Chuffed campaign to support family:

If you can’t donate, please reblog. Visibility is sometimes the only protection we have left.❤️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #585 )✅️

Winter is painful for those without shelter 😥 #Gaza is experiencing a humanitarian catastrophe amidst the world's indifference 😭

This is what our children are living through 😭😭

Not only did we drown, but the wind destroyed our tents. Now my children and I are homeless😭😭😭

Words have lost their meaning... and cries for help have no echo... #Gaza has drowned.

I appeal to your humanity, please donate for my children😭😭😭

6-year-old Souad has been anemic since birth, and starvation and disease due to the IOF assault have caused her severe additional health complications. In September she fell unconscious and was admitted to the hospital. She has since been comatose and fluid is building up around her brain.

Medical staff have worked very hard to reduce the swelling. But despite their efforts, Souad's brain is now hemorrhaging (bleeding). The swelling has been too persistent, and the pressure is rapidly bursting the cells of her brain, causing bleeding. This will kill her. Little Souad is dying.

She needs to be evacuated outside of Gaza, but this is extremely expensive. The cost for transport through the Egyptian border, medical care, and associated expenses comes to $6,000 usd, about €5,000 EUR. This is a devastating setback, but all we can do is push forward.

PLEASE HELP US #SaveSouad!!!

Please repost the GFM and tag #SaveSouad to spread the word!. SHE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT!!!

€2,730 out of €7,739 EUR (27 January)

Need to raise: about €5,009 EUR ($6,000 usd)

Information on vetting linked under the cut of this post

I am a mother of three children. We lost our home in the war and now live in a small tent that barely protects us from the cold or heat.

I was injured when an airstrike hit near our tent. Since then, I have been living with fluid in my lung and severe breathing difficulties. Every day, it gets harder for me to breathe.

Doctors told me I urgently need a surgery, but I cannot afford any of the medical costs.

I am a mother fighting to stay alive for her children.

And today… I am asking for your kindness.

If you can help — even with sharing my story — it may save my life.

Your support, your repost, your words… they matter more than you imagine.

Please help me breathe again. Please help me stay with my children.

🙏💔

We were displaced more than 40 times during a two-year war (a holocaust). Finally, they destroyed everything we owned, our lives, our homes, our businesses, and the lives of our children.💔😔

The war has stopped, but life hasn't returned. They left us stranded with nothing—no shelter, no education, no life with even the most basic necessities.😭

My plea to you is to support my children and my family so that we can overcome what we have been through.🙏🙏

I will include a PayPal link when you make your donation. Please write in the notes for Joan and Khalil.⬇️⬇️⬇️

Your donations will help us overcome what we have been through and continue to live.

Thanks🥹😔

Congratulations to Hilda and Mohammed, and little baby Ali - who was born on the 3rd of October, 2025.

Hilda did a wonderful job of protecting and nourishing Ali under tremendously difficult circumstances. She had anaemia, very little to eat, and was very stressed and tired out.

Unfortunately, having a baby is difficult at the best of times - and although there's a very fragile ceasefire in place, things aren't much easier. Ali needs all the things that a new baby needs, and nobody has an income because there are no jobs yet.

To make matters worse, Hilda's Tumblr account has just been frozen again. She and her family are truly dependent on the support from this good community: without donations, they don't eat.

Let's keep showing up for Hilda - so she can take care of her baby, her family, and her grandmother.

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.