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i didn’t want to have to do this but i have 0 income and my account is now in the negatives. i’m currently unemployed and still struggling to support myself and my disabled mother while she recovers from surgery.

if you enjoy my content, please consider donating via cashapp. my account there is older so my display name is shorter. i decided to only use this to ensure some privacy as every other app requires my full legal name. it’s uncommon and i’d rather not doxx myself.

i’ll be considering commissions soon for gif requests or other edits once i’m a bit more stable. currently aiming for $175 to cover a recurring bill. anything helps. please and thanks in advance

my cashapp is $icypisces

(20/175)

please also support other Black people who make posts for survival on here, especially Black women, as we are still facing insanely high unemployment rates due to antiblack racism and misogynoir

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My dad is a science teacher at a public middle school. A month after turning 50, he suddenly learned he has stage 4 colon cancer that's metastasized to his liver and lungs. When I visited him in the hospital, he kept repeating the words "I'm scared. I don't want to die." I turned my head to the wall and cried.

My mom, an LVN, has been driving to his place often in order to care for him and empty his ileostomy bag, which he's still too scared to even look at. Not being able to go to the bathroom normally, and dealing with accidents where the bag of his own waste bursts and leaks onto him makes him feel humiliated and is causing him to become extremely depressed.

We're thankful that my mother a nurse, but she makes much less than he does as a teacher, and has been draining her retirement for his treatment. She's also had to take ubers lately to go see him because she can't drive at night, as she has a serious vision disability due to a genetic condition that eventually results in blindness.

Most of the money received is from my mom, other family members, and former students of my father. But what's maybe even more important than the amount received, is the number of people donating. I can see how hopeful and excited it makes my dad to see just 5 donations in a day from people he doesn't know.

When multiple strangers donate even just $5 each in a day, I can tell that it makes him even more excited than it does to see that same amount donated by one person in a day. (which is still very exciting!! One person who reblogged this donated $100, which was so generous that my parents were scratching their heads trying to figure out who they knew with the name Adrian. Thank you so much to that very kind person who doesn't even follow me 😭🤍🩷)

The other day, I asked mutuals to donate, and 5 people sent $5-$25, bringing the gfm up ~$80. My mom called my dad to let him know, "all those donations came from her freaks on tumblr!!" He thanked me over and over and was amazed when I told him this post was shared 500 times. He said, that's so many people! It really brightened his day so much.

I would appreciate it if you could take the time to open his page, even if you can only donate $1. For you, it may be just a small dent in our goal that won't make a difference. But to him, it shows that there's one more human out there who sees him, who's thinking about him, who knows his name, knows what he's going through, and wishes for him to recover. Even a dollar means the world to us!!!

Please, think about saving this post and donating $1, $5, or $10 this week. Share it online, with people you know irl, with anyone who could help. If you can't spare anything now, I'd appreciate if you could take the time to just pray for him and his recovery. You can send an ask to let me know if you'd like, as prayers are something that comfort my dad a great deal.

Thank you everyone who's supported us so far, I love you all dearly and I'm so incredibly grateful for your help.

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My name is Enas Hajjo. I am 30 years old, from Gaza. I am a wife, and the mother of a little girl.

Our beautiful home،،the place where we dreamed, laughed, and built our lives،،was destroyed during the war. Nothing is left. Every memory we had was buried beneath the rubble.

Since then, we have been trying to survive in circumstances no family should ever have to face.

Then another nightmare began.

In the middle of the war, my husband, Ahmed, became seriously ill. After many tests, the doctors told us the heartbreaking truth, he has lung cancer.

Today, Ahmed is lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. The doctors say he must travel outside Gaza as soon as possible to receive treatment. Without it, we could lose him at any moment.

The cost of his treatment is far beyond anything we could ever afford.

At the same time, I am suffering from severe malnutrition because of the famine. Our bodies are growing weaker every day.

Now we live inside a small tent beneath the burning sun.

Every night, I watch my little daughter fall asleep, and my heart breaks. Rats and insects crawl over her tiny body while she sleeps. I try to protect her, but I cannot protect her from everything.

Can you imagine watching your child live like this?

Can you imagine not knowing whether your husband will still be alive tomorrow?

My daughter is too young to understand cancer.

She only knows that she doesn't want to lose her daddy.

And I don't want to lose my husband.

Please... pause your day for just one minute and look at us with compassion.

If you cannot donate, please don't underestimate the power of a reblog. Sharing our story may help it reach someone who can save my husband's life.

Please reblog our post.

Every reblog gives us another chance to be seen.

Every share brings hope.

Every kind heart brings us one step closer to saving Ahmed.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with my family.

With love and hope,

Enas Hajjo from Gaza ❤️

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