there's a dream i have in which i love the world

I am Widad, writing to you today with a heavy heart for my mother, Suhaila, who is currently undergoing urgent surgeries in the hospital.

Her health condition is very serious, and we are going through critical and difficult moments, waiting for any news that can bring us comfort and hope.

Every passing moment feels heavy as we wait and pray for her safety and recovery

Please… act now. Silence is taking her away from me. Every moment without help brings us closer to losing her. I beg you from my heart, don’t scroll past—help us before it’s too late

Every second matters. Any small donation can help save her life. Please don’t ignore us. Share this message, donate if you can. Your kindness could give my daughter a chance to live and see tomorrow.

We have nothing left.

Our home was destroyed.

We sleep under the open sky, exposed to cold, fear, and hunger.

No walls. No roof. No tent.

My father was injured in the war and cannot work.

My mother is very sick — her iron is dangerously low, and we cannot afford her medicine.

Her illness is confirmed by a hospital report, which you can see

Every night, I watch her struggle and pray she survives.

I have four sisters and my little brother Shukri.

Look at this video 😢… My siblings and I are searching through the rubble of our destroyed home for any clothes we can wear. Everything is torn, everything is broken… we are just trying to find something to cover ourselves in these hard days."

He is scared, weak, and I am the only one trying to protect him.

And my little sister Mira, only two years old, cries for milk… and I have nothing to give her.

My little sister Mira is suffering from severe malnutrition and is currently in the hospital. She is weak and unable to rest properly, and we are deeply worried about her."

I was forced to leave school. My dreams are gone.

All I can do is fight every day to keep my family alive.

We are just children… carrying a life no child should ever bear.

Please… help us survive.

Even a small donation can give: • Medicine for my mother

• Milk for Mira

• Care and support for Shukri

• A simple shelter to protect all of us

."Medicines for my mom."

If you cannot donate, please share our story.

Help us. Save us. We are slowly dying. 😭💔🙏

The army has ordered the evacuation of the areas around us. People are running in fear, carrying their children and whatever little they have left. I recorded a video so the world can see the suffering we are going through and the fear surrounding us every second.

Please, I beg you, help us before it is too late. Help us before we are bombed and disappear like so many others. Any support, donation, or share could save the lives of my children.

Please do not ignore our cries for help.

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'Can't put the intersex flag in the lineup of flags, it's too ugly.'

'The progress flag needed to acknowledge poc and trans people but did it need to have the intersex circle? it's just cluttering up space to add every gender and sexuality up there!! It just looks so ugly now..'

Yea sure , just ignore WHY we need to be included and OUR ISSUES because now suddenly aesthetics matter more! Ykw? who gaf about the horrible oppression we face! lets just be constantly ignored and erased in our oppression until somebody needs to use our existence in their argument! /s

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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Hey all! Mai's family needs urgent help keeping her mother alive after her surgery. She's in the ICU receiving life-saving care but this care comes at a cost. The medical system in Ghazzah has collapsed and the cost of care has skyrocketed to prices that cannot normally be afforded in the strip without outside help. Please if you can, send help to Mai's family.

which is usually the end of the discussion about accessibility in general

"these people are beloved, even coddled, why are you advocating for them? we should actually rise against their oppression"

It has been 4 days without any support or donations !? while my grandmother urgently needs her daily medication, which costs €60 per day—€420 every week.🙏💔😭

Please don't let her reach the point where the treatment is no longer effective and her condition becomes critical.🙏

My grandmother means the world to me. Along with my mother, my child, and my family, they are the most precious people in my life. We have given up our own basic needs, even food, because keeping my grandmother alive is our only priority.

If you can't donate, please consider sharing my campaign. It may reach someone who can help.🙏🙏

Every euro makes a difference, and every share could help save my grandmother's life.

Hilda🙏💔😭