I never thought I would reach a moment where strangers are my only hope to save my child, but today I have nothing left but this plea. Please don’t leave us—your help could keep him alive.

Tonight I cleaned my baby Qais’s wound alone, whispering apologies as he cried in pain, knowing I cannot afford his treatment. Please donate now and help me save his life.

My daughter Iman is still living with pain far greater than her age. Her foot injury requires delicate surgical treatment that is no longer available inside Gaza, after the healthcare system was completely destroyed. There is simply no real possibility to treat her here.

Doctors have confirmed that any delay poses a serious risk to her ability to walk in the future, and that the only solution is a medical referral for treatment outside Gaza. The organization following her case has requested additional medical tests as an essential part of the referral file, and every step forward has become harder than the one before.

And Now That You Don’t Have To Be Perfect You Can Be Good 2026

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.