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I have nothing... no medicine, no oxygen, no money, not even a safe place to sit and cry.

I am a mother from Gaza. From the south. From a land that has known nothing but bombing, death, and dust

From a neighborhood once inhabited by children playing... and now buried under rubble.Everything is destroyed. Everything is burned. Nothing remains. Even my voice is no longer audible

My only child is in my arms now...He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream. He breathes slowly, as if every breath is a miracle.His face is yellow...

His eyes are closed... His body is weak and cold as death.I feel him slipping away from me... moment by moment.And I can't save him.I just cry... I call his name... and I hold him tightly as if I'm fighting fate.

He was sick... severe pneumonia.I took him to the hospital, where they said his condition was critical.There weren't enough machines.

The doctors were exhausted, working without electricity, without medicine, without anything.But we held on to hope... despite the pain. Despite the cold. Despite the collapse of life around us.Then camethe occupation.

The army stormed the city.

The shelling began on us from every side.They bombed the hospitals. They bombed the streets. Even the places we thought were safe.I screamed as I ran with my baby in my arms.The doctors shouted, "Get out! Get out! The place is going to be bombed!"I saw children having their breathing tubes ripped out of their mouths, patients thrown into the streets, and mothers collapsing.I saw a nurse crying as she tried to save a child... then she too fell to the ground.I left the hospital, not knowing where to go.Bombs falling.

Corpses in the streets. Blood on the walls.Everything was silent... except my heart, which was about to explode with terror. I walked for a long time carrying my child...I was screaming, "Is anyone there? Is there a doctor? Is there oxygen?"But no one answered.All the doors were closed.All the faces were shocked.

And death awaited us around every corner.Now, my child is dying.With every passing minute... he suffocates more With every second... he dies more.And I... hold his little hand... and say, "Be patient, my love...

Forgive me, forgive me, I couldn't protect you."

They told me there was only one chance... to transfer him outside Gaza for treatment, and I would have to pay the exorbitant costs.

But how ? No money

I don't even have a blanket to cover him.

My home is destroyed. My family is under the rubble. No food. No water. No life.All I have left is this child... and these last moments with him

Please....😭😭💔

Help me

Before I close his eyes with my hand.Before I place him in a shroud that's too small for his tiny body. Before I bury him alone, under a tree or among the rubble...

Help me... before I bury the last beat of my heart.

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Before you donate, please take a moment to read our story we really need u. 💔😔

This link is where you can help support our family, and reading our journey will show you exactly how your contribution can make a real difference.👇🙏

Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza and this is Our Story from Gaza: Before and After 💔

Before the war, my family and I lived in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our life was simple but full of meaning. I lived with my parents, my brother, and my sister in a home filled with love and laughter.

Every morning, my father and mother would wake up early to go to work, while my sister prepared for school. We had our normal daily routines, shared meals together, celebrated birthdays, and dreamed of the future.

It wasn’t a rich life, but it was ours. We had our house, a small piece of farmland, good neighbors, and beautiful land around us that gave us a sense of peace and belonging. My mother, father, and sister were always part of this daily rhythm, making our life feel ordinary yet full of warmth and stability.

Every Thursday, our whole family would gather at my grandmother’s house laughter, stories, and meals together. That special time brought us closer and filled our hearts with joy. Now, all of that is gone.

Our home between before and after 🥺💔

The Day Everything Changed 

 During the first week of the war, the bombing forced us to leave our home. We thought it would be temporary, but then came the news that broke us: our home was completely destroyed. Flattened to the ground. Everything we worked for and saved, every memory, gone in a moment.Since then, we have been displaced multiple times from Shuja'iyya to Rimal, then Al-Zawada, and finally Rafah. Each time we carried less with us. We’ve slept on floors, in schools, and even tents. Nights are freezing, days are unbearably hot. There is no clean water, no electricity, no toilets. We wait hours just for bread. We lost not only our home but also our jobs, our stability, and our sense of safety. Right now, our only dream is to survive tomorrow.

Why I Am Asking for Your Help

I am starting this campaign to support my family because the war destroyed everything we had our home, our land, our routines, and our sense of safety. Your help will allow us to rebuild our lives step by step.

and we are raising $20,000 to help my family survive and rebuild after the war. This amount will allow us to:

1-Rebuilding our home and farmland: Our house was completely destroyed, along with our small piece of farmland. These were not just buildings or land they were the heart of our daily life, where we felt safe and connected to our surroundings. We need help to repair and rebuild a stable home and restore the land that provided us with peace and sustenance. 2-Restoring our daily life and happiness: Before the war, we had routines and small joys  working in the fields, sharing meals, celebrating birthdays, and seeing our neighbors regularly. Every Thursday, our family gathered at my grandmother’s house. Those ordinary days brought us happiness and a sense of belonging. We want to bring back some of that normal life. 3-Support for work and livelihoods: The war took away our jobs and sources of income. My parents, who used to work hard to provide for the family, can no longer earn a living safely. Donations will help us cover essential expenses and start rebuilding work opportunities so we can support ourselves again. 4-Food, clean water, and urgent health needs: Life now is a struggle for basic necessities. Your donation helps us access proper food, clean water, and medicine for urgent health needs. Your support, no matter the amount, is not just money it’s hope, dignity, and a chance for a family who lost everything to start over. Every contribution helps us recover a little of the life we loved and the memories that made it special.

As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed

From My Heart ❤️

To everyone who supported us before, and to anyone reading this now  thank you 🙏. I know the world is full of struggles, and I don’t take your kindness for granted.

Please, if you can, donate again through this new link or share it with others. Every bit of help means so much to me and my family. 💔🙏

Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

IMPORTANT: This campaign is real and verified. You can see all updates and amounts raised directly on the link.

You can check here so you can donate with confidence👉verified ✅

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Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honestly what happened: I closed that campaign myself because receiving the money there was very difficult. Their strict policies only allowed transfers in one currency (USD), which made it hard for many people who wanted to support us in other currencies. Some donations could not even reach us, and part of the money had to be returned to the donors.

That’s why I decided to move my campaign here to chuffed.org. This platform is much better for our situation because it allows people to donate in different currencies (USD, EUR, and more). This way, support can truly reach us without these problems.

Thanks to your support, we have collected $22,236! 🙌

We have returned $2,300, and the remaining funds from our previous campaign are approximately $20,000.

With your help, we are now focusing on achieving our next goals:

Our Goals:

Goal 1: 1,000$

Goal 2: 5,000$

Goal 3: 10,000$

Goal 4: 15,000$

Goal 5: 20,000$

Now you can donate any currency you want🙏🙏

Nothing. You get it fixed, or you don’t. Whatevs.

You know what actually happens when you are depressed or sick or on your period and don’t cook dinner?

Nothing. You still get to eat something, nobody scolds you, it doesn’t have any real bearing on your future success, and you don’t get soft shunned for a week by your family.

You know what actually happens when you break stuff, forget stuff, get sick, fall asleep, are rude, miss a flight, don’t know how to do XYZ thing on fixing cars or canning food or whatever, lose things, get lost because you can’t read a map and forgot to charge your phone, buy the wrong groceries, plant the wrong plants, not make your bed, make your bed wrong, jump on your bed, sleep on your bed, eat crackers in your bed, have emotions literally anywhere?

Nothing.

Nothing happens.

No one is mad.

No one can hurt you, and if they do there are laws saying they can’t and that it’s an actual crime with legal consequences.

All there are are outcomes and different paths and different problems and different situations and you just bumble your way forward into dealing with those and that’s it. That’s the whole thing. It’s not the wrong choice, having problems isn’t indicative of your inherent badness or inadequacy or lack of applying yourself. It’s just life, and it’s happening to literally everyone.

I’m not even kidding.

You just do stuff and nothing bad happens. Walk around existing? Nothing bad will happen. Wild.

I got told to "take care of it soon please" and let go with a warning. Today I went to the DMV and paid a $5 late fee along with the 2-year fee for registration, got new plates and stickers and that was that.

A year late. No big deal. No one was shocked or appalled. It was just a thing that happened and then I took care of it. No biggie.

Do you know what happens if you forget to file your income taxes one year (look, I was still drinking pretty heavily, I forgot a lot of things that year)?

Literally nothing, the IRS has a little section on their site that reads “did you forget to file? Just file within 3 years to avoid any fines.”

People mess up. We make mistakes. There is almost always a mechanism to fix them.

As long as I'm not obnoxiously loud and a huge jerk I have every right to just exist in my neighbourhood, walk around wearing whatever the fuck I want at any time of the day or night. It's not illegal or punished to be up all night and sleep all day. Nobody actually cares if I go out in clothes that are meant to be light and comfortable not exactly to be proper. Nobody bats an eye at me just walking around. I'm not bothering anyone so why would they ?

I actually pay rent here and the place is mine alone to do as I please. I pay for the right to do anything I want, and no one has any right on me, no punishment they're allowed to give me for not doing what they expect me to do.

It is fucking awesome. Went back home with a huge grin on my face. This is my place, my neighbourhood, I can do what I want there, I have this right.

I know some people have seen the news recently and may be doubtful of it. To the uninformed, Google Docs has started using AI to find "inappropriate" and "problematic" content, scraping your documents and deleting it. I know some people are unsure if this is real or think this is not going to affect them.

I regret to inform you that this is real.

As I was on a call with some writers and we were moving our documents as a precautionary measure, one person discovered entire pages missing that they did not delete themselves. This is happening to us, it's not a hoax or a rumor, it's happening right now. You need to move everything if you want to preserve it.

If you're a writer with writer mutuals, please reblog this so they know. I rarely write on Google Docs anymore, but I started my fanfics on there, and I would be devastated if I lost works more than ten years old because people decided marketing appeal is more important than creative freedom.

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