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Last year, an IOF attack killed Mohammed’s older brother, and all but destroyed Mohammed’s leg. Since then, Mohammed has been unable to attend his physical therapy due to lack of funds. The condition of his leg has deteriorated as a result.

He is raising funds for his ongoing care in Gaza and for food for his family. He has no income, nor does anyone in his family, which includes multiple disabled members who require expensive long term care. He is weak from starvation and only has one functional leg.

You are his only hope! Please help Mohammed pay for treatment for his leg and food for his family!

Current: €23,074 EUR

A more full explanation of Mohammed’s situation can be found here

israel hasn't let aid in gaza in 70 days. gaza has been starving for 70 days. the condition of people there is horrendous.

i find it distressing to think about children in gaza. how does one continue to have a childhood in a genocide? they don't have school. they don't have safety. they don't have food.

despite all this, the kids will be alright. they'll be alright once the genocide stops and they get back to 'normal'. till then, can we please try to support them however we can?

this fundraiser (verified) helps feed a family which includes two young children. please consider helping their mother take care of them.

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hi im doing this bc it’s basically my last resort im embarrassed to even do this especially on such a new blog. anyone who has followed me on my other blogs in the last few years knows how badly my university have treated me, im trying to transfer to a new university to do an accelerated two year course so i can finally get my degree, but im not being provided with student finance.

DON’T SKIP, PLEASE I BEG YOU.

Please, I beg you — don’t scroll past this.

My baby boy, Qais, is only two years old, and famine is slowly killing him. His little body is shrinking day by day, his ribs showing through his thin skin, and every moment feels like a race against death. I am pleading with you — donate, share, speak out. Your help could be the reason my child survives.

The famine in Gaza is not a natural disaster; it is man-made, created by unbearable conditions:

1- A suffocating blockade: that prevents food, clean water, and medicine from reaching us.

2- Destroyed farmlands and contaminated water: due to relentless bombings, leaving us with nothing to eat or drink.

3- A collapsed health system, where starving children receive no medical care, making even minor illnesses deadly.

I am a desperate mother begging you - please don’t let Qais become another silent victim. His life is hanging by a thread, and every second matters. Share his story, speak for him, help us get food and medicine. Even the smallest act of kindness could save his life. Please… don’t let my little boy die like this.

PLEASE DONATE HERE

If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone?

DONATE HERE PLEASE

I no longer search for milk or baby food.

Feel free to donate guys we have been verified by gazavetters and i am number 4 there

No one’s talking about Palestine anymore.

The airstrikes aren’t trending. The rubble isn’t photogenic enough. The activists that were dragged off the streets in Israel and locked away for demanding an end to genocide? No one’s asking about them. No headlines. No hashtags. They’ve been swallowed up by the silence.

This is what happens when it’s no longer fashionable to care.

People forget. Not because it stopped happening—but because it stopped being new.

Palestine is still burning.

Children are still buried beneath cement.

Families are still counting the bodies of loved ones, day after day after day.

But if it’s not flashing across someone’s feed with a Spotify playlist and a neutral-toned infographic, it doesn’t exist to them.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, ICE is dragging people out of their homes.

Mothers. Fathers. Queer immigrants. Children.

Detained. Disappeared. Forgotten.

And the influencers? The ones who had so much to say in 2020? Silent.

Too busy filming “day in my life” videos in $300 activewear to talk about actual people being deported in their own neighborhoods.

Too worried about brand deals and algorithms to mention the fact that there are literal raids happening right now.

Not a whisper.

They’ll wear a shirt that says “Be Kind” but they won’t say “Free Palestine.”

They’ll make a TikTok about “good energy” while someone gets shoved into a van down the street.

They’ll post about self-love but not about state violence.

Because comfort is addictive.

Because platforms become prisons.

Because caring too loudly is “bad for engagement.”

And the media? Complicit.

Newsrooms have gone quiet. Gaza isn’t headline-worthy anymore.

It’s too “messy,” too “controversial,” too “draining.”

It doesn’t sell ad space like the Met Gala does.

But you know what?

It’s not too messy for the people living it.

It’s not too draining for the children who can’t sleep because of the drones.

It’s not too complicated for the people ICE is ripping from their families in LA.

So no—this isn’t easy to read. It’s not supposed to be.

If it’s hard to scroll through this, imagine living it. Imagine surviving it. Imagine waking up every single day knowing the world will move on without you, while you are still grieving, still resisting, still screaming into a void that only echoes back silence.

If you have a platform, use it. If you have a voice, raise it.

And if you choose not to—

Don’t pretend you care.

Don’t wear the shirt.

Don’t post the rainbow.

Don’t light the candle.

Don’t tweet about mental health or kindness or “allyship” if you won’t talk about deportations, if you won’t say Palestine, if you won’t name the violence you benefit from.

This isn’t about what’s trending.

This is about who’s dying while you scroll past it.