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I just think it's so interesting that people end up falling in love with their friends' boyfriends! I absolutely despise every single one of them. give me my fucking homie back you goddamn bastard
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Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20⏠from each person, 20⏠will save my family from death in Gaza đ Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need
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This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends đđđ đđľđ¸
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On this day a year ago, my children were on their way to school and suddenly they heard the sounds of missiles and continuous explosions. They returned home scared and terrified. None of us knew what was happening. We felt like we had lost our lives, and that is what happened. We lost our home and everything we owned in a moment. It was the beginning of the nightmare. The house disappeared with all its details and their dreams. Even their toys turned to ashes. They destroyed their childhood!!
Since that day until now, we don't know how long we haven't had a day of rest. Death follows us all the time. We have escaped death many times, but I fear loss. All I want is your donation, even if it is small, to help save my children's lives. I don't want us to continue our lives in tents without rights.
Hello everyone, I've made this campaign on behalf of my friend Hashem and his family. Below is his story, thank you for thinking of them!
đ¨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despairđ¨
I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. đđđI will take a moment to share my story.đ˘đŁ
My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.
But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.
We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.
My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.
Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you ⌠marwa nasla needs your support for Help bu
Hi guys I hope your situation is better than ours. Every evening we eat a piece of bread with a cup of tea, but unfortunately today we will not find bread or tea. The children went to sleep without eating. Please, my friends, we need to buy flour To make bread, please share our post and consider donating what you can. The price of a bag of flour today exceeds $600, so please do not leave us alone in this hell.
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Dear reader,
I am Hussam Al-Qazzaz from Gaza, and I am wr⌠nouraldin alqazzaz needs your support for Support Hossamâs afflicted family t
We are now facing the biggest challenge that threatens our lives and the lives of our children, which is hunger and malnutrition. During the past 30 days, there has been a clear difference in the bodies of my four children. Their bodies are deteriorating rapidly, their bones have become protruding and they have become like skeletons. Please, my friend, if you can donate, do not hesitate. We do not have the money needed to buy food, especially flour. We are now in severe suffering, so please stand by my children and consider them your children. Please.
No one dies of hunger. This saying has been proven false in Gaza. We are being exposed to famine in front of the entire world and we are being exterminated live on air and in the sight and hearing of the world. Please stand with us, free people of the world. Please, please.
What we are going through is a path of imagination and cannot be imagined by the human mind. It is as if you are watching a movie about the Middle Ages or the Old Stone Age, or even watching a horror movie. But remember, you are seeing and hearing real events live on air, so be people who take a stand Do not leave us to suffer misery and sad endings, and remember that we are brothers before anything else, and that you can extend a helping hand to us. So, please, our brothers, share our post so that it reaches everyone, and donate to us if you can, please.
This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends đđđ đđľđ¸
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My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined Iâd be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewâmy home, my safety, my communityâwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyâll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itâs become a daily battle just to survive.
Iâve seen things I never thought possibleâstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingâmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but itâs almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iâm trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iâm reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceâjust a chanceâto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayâmy home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a differenceâit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youâre not just helping me escape a war; youâre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
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Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, weâve now reached $12,837âa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
đ A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, Iâve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itâs in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iâve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
â21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborâs House Was Destroyedâ
A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
â22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsâ
This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
đż What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, weâre still here.
Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeâand for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
Weâre trapped.
đ We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next.
đ¨âđŠâđ§ Our family is forever changedâwe havenât just lost people; weâve lost pieces of ourselves.
đ Basic needs go unmetâeven clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yetâŚ
Your support reminds us that weâre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weâre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us:
Youâre walking this road with us.
And that gives us the strength to keep going.
đ What You Can Do
If youâve already donatedâthank you beyond words.
If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
⨠Why It All Matters
This isnât just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itâs about surviving war with dignity.
Itâs about believing in tomorrow. Itâs about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity.
Youâve helped me find my voiceâand I will use it to keep hope alive.
đ From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
Thereâs something I need to sayâsomething thatâs been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnât know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fearâfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iâm learning as I go. Iâve slowed down. Iâm more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came fromâand I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude,
Mosab and family âĽď¸
đď¸ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadinâs Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. Iâve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out â not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time â a brief ceasefire â where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things â a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isnât just about survival. Itâs about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. Itâs about showing my daughter â even though I wonât mention her name here â that the world didnât forget us.
If youâve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that weâre not alone.
My name is Nadin Iâm a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on â to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there â people like you â still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined Iâd be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewâmy home, my safety, my communityâwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyâll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itâs become a daily battle just to survive.
Iâve seen things I never thought possibleâstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingâmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but itâs almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iâm trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iâm reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceâjust a chanceâto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayâmy home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a differenceâit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youâre not just helping me escape a war; youâre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
đ¸ From One Motherâs Heart â Please Read đ¸
My name is Saja. Iâm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow â from her first smile to her first steps â surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment â a fragile, breathless moment â when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterâs life.
And even now â especially now â I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iâm Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
đ¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
đ¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
đ¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
đ If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnât have to live t
If you canât give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youâve never lived through war.
But if youâve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them â then you understand more than you know.
I donât want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youâve read this far â thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itâs a lifeline.
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He woke up to another nightmare. Johnny dreamt that he found you dead in the sunflower field, your blood stained on his hands, lifeless eyes looking up. Then he heard his daughter crying in the distance. No matter how fast he ran towards her cries, he was never close enough. He was never there in time. It always ended with Nancy standing over the crib and a wicked smile on her face.
âFreed ya, Johnny. Now you can come home,â she would say. âNow you come back home. Come home.â
At his feet, barbed wire and chains wrapped around his legs and arms, pulling him to the ground. He felt roots sewing him to the wooden floor into front of his mother as he looked upon her and her smile. He felt chainsaw blades strangling him as he tried to scream your name, but sunflowers and daisies poured from his lips. His world filled with his victims, his deaths, and they all look at him with empty, lost eyes. He knew their names; how could he forget them? Then his eyes focus to the center and sees you and his child in a broken marble block, red tears falling from your eyes as you look on your child. He tastes your blood, your flesh between gasps and teeth. He hates this. He loves you. Stop. Stop it!
Wake up.
He would wake up in sweat, sometimes shutting, sometimes falling out of bed and pushing away from the bed and from you.
Tonight, however, he woke up with a start, breathing heavily, his dark eyes looking around like a scared wild animal. He looked down at your sleeping form then up at the cracked door leading into the hallway. He needed to check. Johnny just needed time check.
He got out of bed, put the blanket over your shoulder, and crept out of the room but something in his chest didnât sit. He came back and kisses your head. âBe back, y/n,â he promised. âKeep my side warm.â
He may not be a hunter, but he still kept his talents. He can walk without noise, he can move without sound, and he can be hidden without being seen. Johnny uses that talent whenever his daughter is asleep when he comes home from a long day from the butchers. Thatâs why he got the job in Wisconsin; the butcher need another slaughter, and heâs good at it. Why waste a talent? Heâs used to the blood, to the kill, but these are animals, not man. But he got the job to leave Texas. He swore to the stars heâll never go back.
Johnny made that promise in a burned down church two years ago, and he stuck to it still.
He snuck out the room and down the hall to the open white door to the cotton candy pink room. He lets out a deep sigh as he came over the little white crib he built and looked down. Ophelia Rosemary Sawyer, his 5 week-year-old daughter, slept like a rock in a pink onesie with a bear in the center. Whatever fear he had, the nightmares, the shadows and ghostsâ it all faded when he saw her sleeping in peace. Shes his rock, his world, his reason.
Ever so slowly, he lowered his hand and touched her head, and his heart fluttered when she moved into his hand. Sheâs not scared of him. As if sheâs glass, he picks her up slowly and cradles her. He sneaks to the wooden rocking chair in the corner and rocks back and forth. The moonlight lit the room as the snow fell gently over the evergreens.
âHey there, little sunshine,â he whispers. âDonâ worry. Daddyâs just needed ya.â He looks down at his world and rests his forehead against hers, kisses it, and holds her close. âI swear youâll never be alone, ever. I love you⌠Iâll never not love ya.â Then he looks outside, stands up, and takes her to the window. âLook at âat, Ophelia,â he whispers in her small spot of brown hair, âitâs your first snow. So pretty anâ bright.â He looks out at the fields and forests, the farmlands and homes, and he thinks about the fireflies and waving weeds he left behind. âDaddy ainât goinâ away, sunshine. I promise.â
He closes his eyes breathed out slowly. âTexas can keep the fireflies,â he looked down at his child, his blood and flesh, and his heart swelled, âI got my snow and rose.â
âJohnny?â Your voice was enough to make him jolt but he relaxed. âWhy are you up? Is Ophelia okay?â You joined his side and looked down at your child. âI didnât hear her.â
âNaw,â he answers, rocking on his heel, his eyes not leaving his child. âSleepinâ like a lamb.â
You rested your head on his arm as he looked outside. âItâs beautiful.â
âYeah,â he said as he laid his head on top of yours.
âIs this your first snow?â
âYes, maâam.â
âIs it everything youâd imagined?â
He thought for a moment as he took in the land before him. He could imagine Ophelia and her friends running wild outside with sleds, building snowmen, having a snowball fight out back. He could see himself with you during a star filled night while the children sleep, slow dancing with you in the snow, kissing you sweetly while whispering praises. He thought about Texas and the heat, but he thought about you smiling while it snowed, his kids playing, and him giving you a cup of cocoa.
âEverything and more, moonbeam,â he whispers, meeting your eyes. He leans down and kisses you tenderly. âI love you, y/n.â
âAnd I love you, Johnny,â you said back. You looked back at the snow, and you both watched it fall over the moon lit snow.
@sup-im-blueâŚsome more Johnny fluff to satisfy you.
You where in the kitchen pealing potatoes when he came into the room. You heard Johnnyâs boots click on the wood coming behind you. Before you knew it, he wrapped an arm around you and kisses your neck gently. In the other hand, he held up a small thing of flowers.
âFor you, bunny,â he says sweetly, kissing your cheek. âFigured ya might like âem in our room.â You felt his smile press against your skin as he kisses you again. âLike them?â
You turned to face him, placing your hands on his shoulders. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. Whenever you two are alone, he allowed his guard to drop and let himself be, well, human for a while. Before you, he was sharper than a knife and hard around the edges. Now, he melts like wax by your touch and wants nothing more than to fill that emptiness inside him.
âYou always know how to make me smile,â you said, playing with the little curls. âI like them, thank you.â Leaning up, you placed a kiss on his scar. âSuch a sweet little guy.â
ââM not a lilâ guy,â he scoffs, but he has a smile on his face. He pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, earning a giggle from you. âBut I guess âll be your lilâ guy.â
He brushes your hair away and held your cheek. He admires you like an untouched marble block. âMy, my, lilâ bunny⌠you sure look lovely today.â
You rolled your eyes. âYou say that everyday, Johnny.â
âAnd I mean it everyday.â He placed his hand on your cheek. âYouâll always look beautiful.â
You rested against his hand and closed your eyes. He holds you a bit closer as he littered your face with little kisses and praises. When his lips kisses yours, quick and fast, he came back for another, kissing you passionately. âI love you,â he whispers, kissing you again. ââM the luckiest man alive.â
You picked up a flower held it close to the side of his face. âSunflowers look good on you.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â you said, nodding. âI guess thatâs why I didnât see you in the fields when you caught me.â
He shrugs. âWell, you were easy to catch, y/n.â He placed his hands on your hips and came closer to you. He wasnât firm when his thumbs made circles on your skin. He looked at you as if he was admiring a piece of art. âBest catch ever, actually.â
You placed the flower on the counter and wrapped your arms around his neck. âAm I, Johnny Sawyer?â There was a bit of dried blood in his hair and shirt, but it didnât mind you. It used to, but not anymore.
He kisses your lips gently then your forehead. âNever lie to ya, darling.â
As much as you wanted to be in his arms longer, the front door opened and Cook shouted, âJohnny! Get out here! Got another round!â
Johnny clinched his jaw and he was about to snap back, but her hand on his chest calmed him. He take your hand and kisses the knuckles. âBe back soon, y/n. Get to the safe room, okay? Donât want ya hurt.â
You nod and stood on your toes to kiss him then caressed his cheek. âBe careful, Johnny. I mean it.â
âI willââ
âJohnny! Ass out here, now!â Sissy shouted from the door. âComâon!â
He rolled his eyes. âIâm cominâ!â He snapped over his shoulder. âI swear, I gotta do everythinâ âround here.â He kisses you one last time. âBe home soon. Get taâhiding.â He steps away from you and started towards the door.
You couldnât help but laugh to yourself as you turned and brought down a vase for the flowers.