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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d 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 knew—my home, my safety, my community—was 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 they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to 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.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my 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 difference—it 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. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

This Is My Story, and I Kindly Ask You to Read It

Hi everyone,

I’ve stayed quiet for a while, hoping things would clear up on their own. But I can’t stay silent anymore. What’s happening is not just unfair — it’s deeply hurtful and confusing.

As many of you know, I’ve been sharing my story here for the past few months. I’m from Gaza, and like so many others, I’ve lost nearly everything because of this war — my home, my loved ones, my sense of safety. I started my campaign not to guilt anyone, but simply to survive, and to make sure that voices from Gaza are still heard.

In the beginning, I may have reached out to people too often. I was new to Tumblr and didn’t fully understand the limits of outreach. I realize now that some people felt overwhelmed by my messages, and I genuinely apologize if I caused any discomfort. That was never my goal. I was just trying to be seen in a world where we often feel invisible.

But this turned into something bigger.

Some users began spreading false claims about me — saying I’m not from Gaza, that I’m not the person in my photos. None of that is true.

Before I ever shared a single post, I contacted Gazavetters — a respected Tumblr page that vets campaigns from Gaza. They asked me to send a photo of myself in Gaza holding a paper with their name on it. I did. After reviewing everything, they verified me and added my name to their list as number 309.

First picture before the war

Second picture during the war

For weeks, I was listed as verified. Then one day, I was suddenly flagged as Spam/Bot — with no warning, no explanation, no message. I reached out again. They asked for a thing, I provided it, and they restored me.

But just a few days ago, a friend told me that I’ve now been flagged again — this time as Scam/Spam. I was shocked. I’ve messaged them again for answers, but so far, there’s been no reply.

This label is serious. People who once supported me are now doubting my entire story. And that hurts more than I can explain.

So I’m asking publicly, with full transparency:

Gazavetters — why did you mark me as Scam/Spam after already verifying me?

What proof do you have to support that?

Why was I not warned or contacted first?

@gazavetters

You shared a general post warning about people who pressure donors by saying things like, “If you don’t donate, I will harm myself.”

I have never done that.

I have never said anything extreme or manipulative.

I have always spoken kindly and respectfully — asking for help, or simply for a reblog.

What makes this harder is that I see other campaigns on your list using much stronger language, and yet they remain flagged “safe.” I am not here to criticize them — everyone struggles in their own way — but I do want to understand:

Why am I the only one flagged with such a damaging label, despite doing everything right?

I am not a scammer.

I am a real person — from Gaza — and I have nothing to hide.

If anyone has doubts, I invite you to talk to me directly, and I’ll gladly provide proof again.

But I also want to say this:

Gazavetters, you have a responsibility to be truthful and fair. You verified me. You received my proof. If you truly believe I’m a scammer, show the evidence. If not — then please be honest with the community and speak up.

Right now, people are using your flag as their only evidence to say I’m a liar. And your silence is allowing false narratives to spread. If you know I’m real — and you already verified me — then please tell people the truth.

Don’t silently mark me with a harmful label and walk away.

That’s not vetting. That’s feeding doubt.

To those who’ve supported me:

Thank you for your kindness, your reblogs, and your trust.

To those who doubted me: I understand, but I invite you to learn the full story before making a judgment.

To Gazavetters: I still respect the work you do, but I ask you to stand by your own process and your own words.

This is my campaign, if you want to read it and decide for yourself

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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

Thank you so much for listening ❤️

Help them survive the Gaza war🚨🆘‼️‼️⁉️

Israel returned to war again. The bombing is everywhere. We are being exterminated here and the whole world is silent.

To date, more than 50k people have been killed, mostly children and women.

There is no food, no drink, hunger, destruction, murder, and no way out of this hell.

We are dying before your eyes please, don't leave us alone! Save us, do something protest, donate, participate.

I don't want to die! Please support me with any amount that will promise me to buy food, drink. medicine and survive me and my family

@shorooq-mahmoud

Tensions are increasing in the border. The continuation of my exams is uncertain. I've been preparing for my exams for 2 years.

To any Pakistani or Indian civilian reading this, my heart goes out to all of you. We should not have to suffer for the internal concerns of our governments.

My life feels unreal right now. I can barely get through the day and I lie awake at night, hoping for some form of escapism. I can listen to all the music I want, watch my favourite shows, attempt to actually study - though my motivation is seeping away - but the weight of this bores through my soul in a way that I cannot explain. We are not desperate, yet we cannot help but feel hopeless. My life might lay in the hands of a zealous strike.

Stay safe and do not lose hope, I anticipate that this will all be over soon.

nvm I'm back to normal I'm js gonna go to sleep 💯

I think I've found inner peace

before igloo we had macaroni cheese

Not going to be rude. As a girl myself, I understand what you are going through. But this is not a blatant tag of a "terrorism-supportive nation" that has been awarded to your country. Time is the evidence of the heinous acts Pakistan has committed, and the barbarians it has been fostering. Wrongfully accused? Your Army Chief outrightly hinted at what was about to happened at Pagalgam days before the massacre. The terror organization that took responsibility of it is literally located in Pakistan occupied Kashmir. And you say India is playing Victim card? Get your facts right and your senses up. I don't know if you 'hardly' know anything about your culture or not, but you definitely do not know shit about your country and its pathetically hypocritical victim-card playing attitude

such hate from someone who seems to be asking for peace themselves. You're right however, I do not hide in the fact that I hardly know anything about any of this. I never asked for any of this. All I know is that one morning, I woke up to thousands of Indians on the internet wishing upon my death and launching airstrikes into our nation. I have lied awake this whole night, not able to sleep. I opened an INDIAN news channel in an attempt to see what was happening from the perspective of your nation and I was flabbergasted. Do you expect us to sit down and accept what you claim of us 'starting the whole thing' when you say such venomous things to us? How do you expect me to educate myself when everything I try, my heart starts palpitating and I feel faint? This is my first war too, so don't mind it if I want to share how bleak my life looks now.

And before calling out acts heinous like we've been plotting something, or calling my people barbaric, do not forget that it is this division in us that our governments seek to instill. This war should not be between innocent civilians like you and I. Do not mistake me for the enemy.

I wish you nothing but peace.

gosh I love animals so much

I don't want to die before owning 3 cats, having at least one full convo with a parrot, perching a falcon on my shoulder or forearm, fighting a seagull, playing with a hamster, feeding a bunny, visiting a butterfly garden, building a birdhouse, having a photoshoot with a tiger, chasing a fox and petting a polar bear

also I gotta swim with a bank of fish at least once