Read it once in your life, and never regret it. ✋✅
Do you feel bored of the posts asking for help from Gaza? You’re right, but imagine our situation as we live this war day after day for 13 months. Do you think we’re tired too?!!
Asking for help is not easy; it’s very embarrassing, especially for a family that used to live a decent life. My husband and I completed our university education with distinction, worked in respectable jobs, and were used to helping others, not asking for help. But the war has turned our lives into a nightmare; we lost our home, our sources of income, and even our ability to provide the simplest of needs.
I'm Hanan. For the past 13 months, we have been struggling to get healthy food and medicine for my child, whose weak body was attacked by infection, and for my elderly mother-in-law, who fell into a coma for several days and almost lost her life due to anemia caused by our inability to provide healthy food, as prices have risen more than 10 times. Now, we have run out of everything. While you are reading my message, my family and I are trying to survive amidst all kinds of suffering.
What was once a beautiful dream and reality has now become a nightmare. Starvation is one thing, but starving, freezing, and being forced to flee in the middle of the night when tanks suddenly arrive in your area, running for your life and your family’s life under fire, leaving behind everything you built over the years, and returning after 5 months of suffering in displacement and tents to find that your home, where you lived your happiest moments, is nothing but rubble, is something completely different! 💔😓
Can you feel my broken heart now? Can you imagine what I’m going through at this moment? Everything I am living now cannot be described with words, and every moment here is filled with pain and fear. We desperately need your help, as we live in hope of escaping Gaza to save our lives and live safely away from the explosions.
You might feel powerless to stop this genocide, but you can certainly save my family. We appeal to your compassionate hearts to help us escape this catastrophe, which the human mind cannot even fathom.
Please share our campaign with your family and friends. This will help us reach those who can help us directly. Be the reason to bring hope back to our hearts ♥️✨
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Dear Friends, 🌷
I know you share my story out of love and humanity, and I am truly grateful for that. 🙏💚
The painful truth is sharing alone does not feed the hungry or provide medicine for the sick.💔
Cost of a bag of flour is $300 which is the main source of food for my family and is needed weekly just to make bread. We live in a tent my child trembles from hunger and cold, and all I can do is pray. 😥
Please, don’t just watch or share. Even a small donation could be a lifeline for a hungry child or a suffering patient. 🙏
Don’t close your eyes to our suffering. We are calling upon your humanity.
The last donation 20 hours ago!! 😓
Thanks to your generous donations, we were able to buy some essential necessities that we couldn't do without, despite their high cost. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who contributed to feeding my child, even with a piece of bread 🙏💚. Your generosity gives us hope in facing these indescribable catastrophic circumstances 💔.
Our hope for survival comes from the generosity of your hearts. Your donations are the lifeline that keeps my family standing strong, They are our only source of income. Every contribution brings us closer to securing food and medicine for my family. Please, don’t leave us alone; your compassion is the light that dispels this darkness. ✨🫂
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I am genuinely sorry for this, but my sister is dying. If I could only ask for your permission one by one, I would, but I am afraid of the possibility that Tumblr may consider our plea as spam. Also, if any of you want an even more elaborate explanation about her medical condition, kindly look into this account's pinned post or you can message me directly because Tumblr flagged the pinned post as "sensitive content" after attaching proof of how extremely disfigured her right arm is. At times, it is also being kept hidden so not everyone can received notification even after being repeatedly tagged.
(And here is the direct link to the fundraiser.)
That is why despite the almost 14k notes, I decided to make another post/an update if you may because we are beyond desperate and we have not received any help as of lately.
My older sister's health has declined drastically since last week of December that is why I took over this account as per her request. We don't want to resort to asking for monetary assistance online but we still don't have the funds to get her through. As I have mentioned above, you can look into this account's pinned post to see how deformed her right hand was (if you needed the not blurred one, please let me know because I cannot possibly upload the actual picture because her account might end up getting taken down).
The entirety of her right arm is not only swollen, but blood kept seeping out of her knuckles, her palm, and her elbow. Protruding tumors/swelling have reached both of her breast, too, and is affecting her shoulder/shoulder blades and even her spine. Please reach out to me if you want to see more proof/health updates because I cannot post the photos here for they are somewhat too graphic. There's a lot of blood loss.
And although her arm was recently amputated, she is still under critical care and is currently battling numerous health complications.
If you could, please take some time to read her pinned post—please do. If you cannot donate, a reblog will be highly appreciated still. We need all the help we could get. I, recently just turned 18, and am only working part-time jobs trying to keep our family afloat, and what I am earning is not enough. The hospital could stop providing treatment at any time if we cannot put together the amount we owe them and the amount needed to outsource some of the meds that their in-house pharmacy cannot supply. It is a matter of life and death so I am begging all of you to please consider helping us. Help us get through this, please.
If you want to be removed from being tagged, please message me directly, and I will immediately do as you like. I know that this may seem invasive but it is not our intention. We are just desperate, and have been running out of ways to keep my sister alive. I cannot offer something in return other than express my immense gratitude. I am sorry, and please consider helping us. Thank you very much.
Emergency: Help Abedallah and his family to Evacuate From GAZA WAR
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Dear Humanity,
Please read this as if I'm a member of your family. maybe your brother, son or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.
My name is Abedallah, a fresh graduate who wants to be a doctor like his role model, his father.
A student who was supposed to start his university and achieve the dreams he worked for but found himself losing the city he's living in, his house and losing any hope of a better future with it.
And after a alot of studying in Tawjihi ( The final level at high school before joining university), the war had another plan.
The story started since childhood, when every one I have knowen called me doctor.
This continued till I reach to the final grade at my school grade 12 (Tawjihi).
In this time, I felt that everything should be real, I can do it, I started to study
and work hard from begining to end, no sleep, no rest, all these things to achieve my goal and make my dream a real one.
The hard year has finished, then two week of fear waiting.
After this, the result came, it’s 99.4, I ranked the third in my country.
Since the war on Gaza strip started, we struggled alot, when we were at home at the beginning of the war the Israeli occupation bombed many houses around us, then we were displaced to Rafah because of fear and at the first day suddenly we heard the sound of many blasts,cracking glass and screaming women and children, they blew up a residential square near us.
After two months, I returned to khanyonis, but not to our home.
I live in tent becuse the israeli occupation burned my house completely, nothing left.
I feel that I lost and continue to lose every thing, this war made my dreams, hopes, my beloved things and my beautiful house burned and disappeared.
The single wish for me at this time is waking up from this nightmare and everything goes back to what it was.
Help your brother to get out of this disaster, rebuild his house and complete his education and realise his dream of becoming a doctor.
Sally just became a big sister to her baby brother Mohammed. Their mother Laila @laylaayman-blog2 has been fundraising trying to support their family through the awful conditions in Gaza, but it is hard for her to keep promoting her cause while taking care of a newborn, and donations have slowed as a result. She needs our help to share her campaign!
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I will tell you my suffering in this war, which destroyed our lives and in which we lost our friends and relatives
After my office was destroyed, I lost my job, and I lost my source of income in this heinous war, my office is in the Badrasawi Building.
We entered into the suffering of lack of food and hunger, and from our suffering with food, we ate the worst food (eating fodder and making bread from it), and our suffering due to the lack of gas, and our transition to burning wood daily.
We suffered from a lack of water for washing and bathing, a lack of drinking water, and the daily struggle to obtain a little water to drink
I lost my closest friend Mohand and Hamza
My wife became pregnant and lost her pregnancy due to the collapse of the health system
We hope God will bring goodness after what was lost, and that we can find a way out of Gaza.
We do not deserve this life that we are living and suffering through.
Help us start a better life, a new one.
Please 🙏 donate and / or reblog 🇵🇸🍉
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They kicked me out of the trans space at the shelter. I barely got into a women's shelter. I've got three weeks before they kick me out of here too. Also, my father died.
Me and a couple other bums are trying to get assistance with housing cause we're all disabled as fuck and no jobs fucking want us despite pur dozens of applications. If we can't find a place or job, we'll be sleeping in a tent under the bridge. Goal is just for bills. I'm working my ass off every day trying to find work, even if I know it won't last. I just need to last until my disability benefits kick in.
Goal: $Cleared! THANK YOU SO MUCH J.G. 💖😭
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Thank you for reading and sharing this post, and extra huge thank you if you donated. Please take care of yourselves. Stay Hydrated, Sleep Well, and Remember to Love Trans Women before its too late.
(my story and updates, including more about the major may update, under the cut)
5/14
Bunkmate bestie bailed on me because of what my brother told her so now we're not going to be living together at all like she'd been assuring me for weeks and weeks now that she wanted to.
All alone, again. Like I always was.
5/11
My ongoing bills are paid for the month (thank you so much to the folks that donated, you seriously saved my life and I appreciate you so much 💖) so at least I don't have to worry about that.
So... I've got two weeks to find a place and leave, or find a job that works me 25 hours per week. They won't even negotiate on the hours and how much I even get paid is irrelevant to them.
This place fucking hates disabled people so much it makes me sick. It makes me so fucking sick.
The limited income housing place doesn't even open for another month AT LEAST, and I haven't even been approved for it. There's 36-57 units available for over at least 1,000 applicants. I'm applying with my current bunkmate at the shelter. She works full time and is willing to take care of the rent until my SSDI comes (she's an angel and i love her). But, we still need to get approved. Will two broke neurodivergent trans women make the cut?? Here's hoping!!
Even in a best case scenario, where we get approved and get an affordable place... I'll still be kicked out of the shelter for at least a week until the place becomes available.
And that! is! fucking! scary! to me!
Trans girls at the shelter literally call on me to come and protect them from men out here trying to molest and abduct and rape them IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. and I'm gonna have to spend my NIGHTS out here?? With these creeps running around???
Needless to say! I'm fucking terrified.
There's another shelter I'm going to try, but I hear they have a horrible track record with trans women. Its a women's shelter. In an extremely christian area. Girls I know have been let in only to get kicked out with no warning. Some of them have been chased off the premises just for trying to get in for the night. Looking at the data I've collected, it seems to depend on how well you pass, and how white you look. I pass for a butch lesbian and I look white even though I'm half Chinese... So... fingers fucking crossed!! Maybe I've earned enough Good Girl Points with both my good behavior and my tendency to do this shelter's staff's fucking jobs for them. Maybe they'll vouch for me and I can keep off the streets.
Or... maybe a miracle will happen, and I'll get enough donations to book a budget motel for a week or five... Otherwise, $400 to camp outside... That's insane to me tbh. Four hundred dollars to sleep outside on the ground... But every motel is at least $50 a night so that would be almost the same price per week... Literally nothing on when lottery winners can enter their units, btw. Just "June 2026".
The apartments building manager wants a lot of documents to vet applicants. Not just bank statements and pay stubs, but also birth certificates and social security cards. If the screening is tight, maybe we really will meet the criteria for both income and need... maybe we'll even get a good rate....
A girl can dream.
It's literally in the same building as my primary doctor's office, can you believe that? It's like. Too good to be true. Too good to be true...
Anyway, before I get my hopes up too much.
Last Wednesday I also renewed my application for traditional assisted income housing. It's primarily an ongoing project for disabled folks like me, but it'll be tough to get approved before my SSDI comes in. Likely to take a year to even receive a determination.
So at least there's a second iron in the fire. Still not much I can do until SSDI comes through. Just gotta not die until then!
If everything fails... the SSDI doesn't come through on the first application (it never does, I know it wont, I know I'm going to need a lawyer, but I don't have time for that yet.) and the shelter kicks me out and I can't find a job and I can't get into the women's shelter and the apartments deny our application and the other assisted income housing doesn't come through and the goal for the campground doesn't get met... Then I guess I'm fucked. I guess I'm fucked! I'll just. Sleep outside and beg anyone and everyone that can spare an ouce of pity for my worthless crippled ass haha.
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My name is Wake. I'm a 31 y/o trans woman that was abandoned and stripped of everything. I have no family no savings no car and my food stamps got cut off cause this country is fucking evil. I spend every day wandering the streets waiting for soup kitchens to open until the shelter lets me go back to the cot I share in a room with strangers.
Not long ago, I escaped from Florida's hate fueled anti trans campaign and basically hitchhiked all the way from Tampa to Lansing. I've been crashing on a couch ever since. And its been ROUGH up here. Central Michigan isn't as bad as Central Florida... nobody throws shit from their cars or shouts slurs at me on the sidewalk. But still, nobody there would respect me enough to give me a damn job. And since I had to leave my car behind, I had to rely on public transit. It's was awful! But I'm used to it. My parents kicked me out the minute I turned 18 and I've been treading water ever since. Which is over a dozen years now...
So, I've got no family, no friends that can take care of me, no car, no degree, no job, and no savings.
The shelter I'm at is the only shelter in the country that I could find that readily welcomes trans women. It's not great, but I didn't expect much. They serve breakfast and dinner, and a soup kitchen down the street serves lunch. Curfew is at 7pm, and the kick us out during the day from 8am to 3pm. Normally I wander around or "take the wrong bus" for an hour, until the library opens at 9. I'll hang out there till noon, go to the lunch kitchen, and then come back to the library until I can go back to my cot at the shelter. I'll nap until dinner, then go back to bed afterward.
My food stamps got cut off because this country is evil. I'm trying to find a way to beg for more but I haven't had any luck yet. I also submitted my formal disability benefits and cash assistance applications. So... Maybe good things are on their way. I try to stay positive and keep my eyes on the good things coming my way. I've been helping the other dolls at the shelter, too. Three of them were suicidal when I got here... one of them got kicked out for starting a fight. That was on my first day too. Never saw or heard from her again. But the other two girls and my bunkmate are becoming fast friends. They've been through so much... I don't blame them for being suicidal after the losses and abuses they've suffered. But I'm really glad they're still alive and I'm really glad they're letting me be their friend.
My roommate is a trans girl too and she's great. Super considerate and kind. She's got her situation under control better than any of us lol She's even got a job and maybe an apartment on the way. We haven't been bunkmates for long, but if I had to share a bunk with anyone, I'm glad its her. (also she snores like crickets chirping and its cute lol)
In my first week I actually had a different bunkmate: Some trans guy that didn't shower or change his clothes ever. He was like a biohazard you could smell coming from ten yards away. We didn't talk a lot before he got kicked out for not washing himself. Another trans person got kicked out for attacking one of the trans women that stay here too.
Being homeless really sucks for a lot of reasons. But, I have to remember that it could always be worse.
I'm really lucky that I dont have to sleep on the same floor as cis men. All the other girls that have had to stay up there have either been raped, molested, or eaten up by bed bugs. Or all three. The newest girl had it so bad she had to go to the hospital for the THREE DOZEN INFECTED HOLES that bed bugs left in her legs...
I'm really grateful that the other trans girls have been so good to me. They've been really happy that I know how to get cartoons onto my shitty laptop. We spent all our time together freezing to death in those cells watching the harley quinn series lmao. That was really cool, despite the circumstances.
The worst part is Sundays. The worst day of the week by far. Still have to be out by 8, but the buses dont run until noon, and the library doesn't open until 1pm. And the lunch kitchen doesn't open at all. Absolutely miserable. I've been sucking it up and buying the cheapest coffee at a local gentrified cafe and just sitting there for seven hours listening to music on my phone, but staff and other customers have started taking notice of me... in a bad way. They haven't approached me or kicked me out yet but I can tell they don't want to welcome me there anymore... Its really humiliating.
I'm just... so fucking tired. I have myalgic encephalomyelitis. Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I need almost twice as much sleep as the average person. My body just doesn't replenish its energy at the proper rate when I'm asleep... days where I work even a shortened six hour shift typically knock me out for a clean 24 hours afterwards. so, you can probably see how being forced onto the street during the day is torture for me. Even though I go to sleep at 5pm, I have to be so very very careful to measure and conserve my energy so that I won't sleep through my alarms the next morning. Everything hurts so bad. I've been taking more and more painkillers and even though im alternating between brands I'm still worried is having an effect on me. My ears and eyes hurt and keep getting infected. My legs are absolutely killing me. I just... need a break.
and the shelter isnt going to give me a one, apparently. Not for my sleep, and not for Sunday either. They won't even let me volunteer with them on Sunday while I'm staying with them. what they want me to do is go to church but idk how to explain to them in a way they'll understand that i cant do that cause I'm just going to fall asleep and get yelled at and asked to leave again. sundays suck. suckdays.
also, as a bonus birthday treat in February, tumblr staff took my pfp and header away on my main! awesome. really needed that. looking like a bot has made it so much easier to reach out for donations that I need to stay alive (sarcastic). staff sent me an email that they got my appeal request, but nothing else. its been a MONTH, now.
check the #homeless-princess-free-press tags on catgirl-bartender (slightly old) and catgirl-bar2nder (more recent) for updates on my whole homelessness situation. its a wild ride...
