Help Hana and Youssef
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I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef...I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't... the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.
There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world.
Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..
I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now l have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account
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5€ may seem small
The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.
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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.
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.
We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.
This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.
Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.
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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.
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.
Israel continues the massacres in Gaza... 232 souls taken in less than an hour! 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!
I've hit rock bottom I like blond guys
I suppose I forgot that beauty is in everything. Still, I'm waiting for mine.
God, no.
I'll have to get it myself.
not to complain and ofc ik there are people not like this but why do all of the fanfics here feature 'submissive' girls who want to be beat up, cheated on and full on abused 💀 who is writing these
I wanna learn languages but I'm lazy so I just scroll through memes in that language and hope for the best