No.10,008

IT’S HAPPENED!! I HAVE A COMMISSIONS PAGE NOW!!

heeeeeeeeyyyy it's kris againnnnnn back with yet another rp blog because this sad wet cat has been on my mind a lot lately

blog is IC meaning it's like acht themself is the one running the blog

same rules as all my other blogs apply- no minors, no personals please, mun and muse are both over 25, in the same universe and follows from @djsangos

Vetted by gaza-evacuation-fund click here

Hello my friends, I am in desperate need of your help. GoFundMe deleted my campaign after it stopped for over 5 months without any reason mentioned...

I lost around 35,000 of a total of48,000, and now they are going to refund the donations to the donors. That's why I am urgently asking for your help and donations through the new link...

We are going through very tough days and extremely bad situations. We are witnessing famine everywhere, so please, if you can donate or share, don’t stop 💔💔🙏

Please donate and share🙏

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

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📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

Vetted by gaza-vetters number in the list ✅365✅

Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔

After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.

Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.

Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs

Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children

I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.

Your support means the world to me and my family.

Please donate 🙏

All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life

Donate and share🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #682 )✅️

I am Mohammed from Gaza, 28 years old, and I live with my father and brothers. We all used to live a peaceful life together in our home. As you can see, this was our home before it was completely destroyed. It was our home, but now it is in ruins.

We worked 24/7 to rebuild our home, but now, after all these years of hard work, we have lost everything and have become homeless and displaced.

As for our work and our business, my brother and I had a university cafeteria, and we had a dream of being able to provide the best food to the students in our city.

At Al-Aqsa University, we worked together hand in hand to make this possible, and just as it was starting to happen, a war broke out and shattered all our dreams. We woke up to the nightmare of war, seeing the university destroyed. At that moment, we were desperate, helpless, and lost.

Not just our home and our workplace. But can you imagine the moment you see the last thing you owned destroyed, ruined, and shattered? So, for God's sake, you are the only ones who can help us rebuild our shattered lives. I would be very grateful for your kindness and support.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #641 )✅️

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Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah Jaafar, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Multimedia. I used to have a beautiful family; I’m married and have four children, and my wife is pregnant.

I previously worked at a multimedia company, but because of the war, I lost my job, my home, my car, and now I have no place to live or work.

During the war, we were forced to evacuate more than four times. Each time, we had to leave everything behind without taking any of our personal belongings.

I live in northern Gaza.

We were displaced to southern Gaza, then to Deir al-Balah, then to Rafah, and now we live in an uninhabitable tent that is not suitable for living.

My daughter Rahaf was martyred in the war due to Israeli airstrikes. Now I have Iman, Malak, Basel, and my wife is in her seventh month of pregnancy.

Please, I am in desperate need of your help just to provide food and water for my children.

I lost my home and we have become homeless."

Please donate and share