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Hello, I am Hane from Gaza, Palestine, I speak to you with a sad and heavy 🥺 heart about what happened to me and my family.I was seriously injured in the war on Gaza and did not receive treatment from the moment, I am married and have three children, Abdullah, Salma and Saleh and my wife gave birth to a baby girl named Tulip, but unfortunately she died at birth from the effects of war and famine, since more than a year I have not been able to buy my children's needs such as milk and life necessities. We live in a torn tent and💔😭 winter has come and the bitter cold is hitting my children very cold, because we do not have winter coats and winter clothes, we lost everything we have in our house destroyed in the war, please my friend do not ignore my story, donate and share my campaign I will be grateful to you 🫶🇵🇸🍉
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #99 ) ✅
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Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—
you laugh through the pain,
you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,
you post memes in the darkest hours,
and somehow, your hearts remain warm.
When you feel someone is hurting,
you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.
I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.
I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.
*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️
I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔
Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.
My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”
And sometimes… I have no answer.
That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.
My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here
If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:
And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.
Thank you, deeply.🌸"
My brother. Abd must leave for treatment. The crossings have been opened for humanitarian cases. Save my brother before he becomes paralyzed. Please donate, even if it is $5, it will make a big difference.
Gaza must be evacuated for treatment
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Save my brother before it's too late 🥺🙏
The Earth is our one and only home, and the creatures in it need help just as much as the planet itself.
Don’t stop fighting for a better future!
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Don’t forget your daily click!
If you’re able to, please help the person here. I’m unfortunately not able to do much due to my family’s own financial situation, but if you can, any amount will help.
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #521 )✅️
In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.
Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.
With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.
I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.
I like so many things, video games, tv, movies, hobbies ranging from writing and reading to painting and playing guitar, as well as exercising and skateboarding. I likea lot of things, what can I say. There’s more just too much to say here hehe. (Name: A. She/Her BiSnackSual)
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