A Tired Mess

Yes, we do have the right to make demands on public behavior. Of course we do. Have you never heard of laws and etiquette? I’m not allowed to grocery shop naked. You can’t rummage through my purse. I can’t have a work meeting in the middle of a movie theatre.

I remember when it was taboo simply to answer your cell phone in public. The person answering would apologize and try to go to a more private area. Then public calls were normalized. Then putting people on speaker. Then listening to music without headphones. Do you know how many times I have hiked up a mountain or driven to the beach, only to be met with someone blaring shitty top 40 music from their portable speaker, because Heaven forbid you go one hour without noise?

It was obnoxious when it was youtube.

It was obnoxious when it was music.

It was obnoxious when it was the radio. 

It was obnoxious when it was dudes wanting to talk to you instead of letting you just read your freaking book.

Do you want to be this guy? Because being obnoxious in shared spaces is how you become this guy. 

Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza. As you know, we lost everything we owned...our house, our work, our car, and members of my family, and we are trying to survive. 💔😭

Our memories, our home, our lives, everything no longer exists, nothing remains as it was, and now we need your help again. My gofundme campaign has been cancelled, and now I have created a campaign on chuffed to continue and to fight in this difficult life. 😭🥶

With your presence, we will complete our lives and continue.🙏🫂🫂

This was our home before, and now we are in a worn-out tent. Help us ... Our lives have become homelessness, displacement, hunger and destruction.🙏🫂😔

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The crossings are closed again‼️

We need your help, the situation is unsuitable and dangerous, we need your help, you are our last hope... Food, clothes, milk, and everything else has become expensive, and we are in the holy month of Ramadan...😭😔🤲

We want food to eat after fasting for 15 hours, nothing is like before... The prices are very expensive...😞

The elderly, our children, us... we all need food, drink, medicine, milk and winter clothes... We live in tents that do not protect us from the cold of winter. 🥶

Please help us... Any donation will save our lives and the lives of our children.🙏😭👶

Campaign Link ⬇️⬇️⬇️

‼️Only 417$ left...‼️

Donate & share...🫂🙏🙏

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Hello, my name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become more difficult than I could have ever imagined, and I’m reaching out with hope that someone will hear our story.

The war has taken so much from us—our home, our stability, and, most painfully, 25 of our beloved family members. Their absence is an unimaginable void, and every day is a struggle to survive amidst loss and hardship.

Our Reality Right Now:

💔 Struggling to Stay Afloat: With no stable source of income, even the most basic needs—food, clean water, and shelter—are uncertain. 📚 Dreams Put on Hold: The future we once imagined has been replaced by the daily fight to get through each day. 😢 A Deep Loss That Can’t Be Replaced: The pain of losing 25 loved ones is something no one should have to endure.

An Update on Our Fundraiser

Thanks to the kindness of generous souls, we have raised $809 so far—but we are still far from our goal of $90,000. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing basic necessities and rebuilding our lives.

How You Can Help:

A small donation can make a big impact—even $10 can provide relief in ways you can't imagine.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as valuable. Every share helps us reach someone who might be able to help.

Your kindness gives us hope in the darkest of times. Thank you for standing with us and for reminding us that even in the worst moments, humanity still shines.

With gratitude, Mosab & Family ❤️

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Hello, my name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become more difficult than I could have ever imagined, and I’m reaching out with hope that someone will hear our story.

The war has taken so much from us—our home, our stability, and, most painfully, 25 of our beloved family members. Their absence is an unimaginable void, and every day is a struggle to survive amidst loss and hardship.

Our Reality Right Now:

💔 Struggling to Stay Afloat: With no stable source of income, even the most basic needs—food, clean water, and shelter—are uncertain. 📚 Dreams Put on Hold: The future we once imagined has been replaced by the daily fight to get through each day. 😢 A Deep Loss That Can’t Be Replaced: The pain of losing 25 loved ones is something no one should have to endure.

An Update on Our Fundraiser

Thanks to the kindness of generous souls, we have raised $809 so far—but we are still far from our goal of $90,000. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing basic necessities and rebuilding our lives.

How You Can Help:

A small donation can make a big impact—even $10 can provide relief in ways you can't imagine.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as valuable. Every share helps us reach someone who might be able to help.

Your kindness gives us hope in the darkest of times. Thank you for standing with us and for reminding us that even in the worst moments, humanity still shines.

With gratitude, Mosab & Family ❤️

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For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.

My baby is too little for this bad suffering.

All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏🚨🚨🚨

The money for evacuation is:

$5000 for me

$5000 for my husband

$2500 for my baby

All remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.

You can donate here

There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙