8 months of Genocide and, 15,500 children killed
30,000 orphans
35,000 child amputees ( Gaza has the largest population of child amputees in the world)
and there are people out there still justifying this??? like are you not human enough?
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE!
(the linktree to donate for the people of Palestine is in my bio)
Old man falls asleep at Pope’s funeral. What an international embarrassment.
Please help us😭🙏🌿🇵🇸
In one corner of Gaza,
drowning in destruction and echoing with suffering, sat Umm Saleh, a woman in her fifties, beside her modest tent hastily erected after losing her home in the latest bombardment. Her face told stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched on it as if they were records of unforgettable events.
Umm Saleh, who once lived in a small house filled with the voices of her children, now bore witness to the agony of displacement. She was forced to flee with her children after a shell hit their home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings she never imagined would become unattainable.🌿🍉
Every morning, Umm Saleh leaves her tent in search of sustenance to feed her children. She goes to bakeries providing aid, waiting for hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down her frail body, she carries the bread, dampened with her tears, and returns with a fake smile that conceals the worries of a mother striving to protect the remnants of her family.🇵🇸🌿
At night, when everyone else is asleep, Umm Saleh remains seated at the entrance of the tent, gazing at the dark sky. She reminisces about the days gone by, about her home that was once filled with warmth, and about her elderly, ailing husband of 70 years. Despite the pain, she finds remnants of hope in her heart—a hope for a day when peace will return and her children and grandchildren will live in a new home brimming with joy.
In moments of solitude, Umm Saleh finds solace in prayer and supplication. She implores God to protect Gaza and its people and to wipe away the dust of sorrow from everyone’s hearts. She often repeats, "We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost."
Umm Saleh is not just a displaced woman but a symbol of patience and strength in the face of harsh circumstances. Her story, like the stories of thousands of mothers in Gaza, embodies the continuous struggle for life in a land torn apart by war, yet still blossoming with hope.
⚠️The cursed war destroyed my home after my beautiful little girl was trying to recover from autism and practicing her mental therapy exercises within the Red Crescent program. Her nervous attacks intensified, so I cannot provide painkillers and Speed Pan pills. She screams at night to make us feel that she is tired of life😭 and complains of weak immunity and chronic kidney failure💔
Our dreams of her recovery were stolen. There is no home or clean place suitable for her health condition. I fear that I will lose my weak child.😭 Help us, even if it is a little. Do not ignore my humanitarian appeal.🙏🏻👨🏻🦼👨🏻🦽🙏🏻
What is happening in Gaza is not just a war, it is a genocide and an ongoing massacre that is wiping out families and homes. We are innocent and have lost our homes, and the street has become our place.🌿 No one will give you a piece of cloth to put on the sand. We want peace and to return to complete the treatment of my disabled daughter.🥹 If you can sleep, I am crying because of my inability to meet the needs of my family. I will pray for you in my prayers. Do not hesitate to donate and participate🌸
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
I really want to help. But I really I have no money.
I may have rebloged a bot or 2. But I'm not sure.
I'm sorry if I have.
It's just so hard to find the real people.
Are there any blogs out there dedicated to pointing out the bots?
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.🌸"
The war is growing more brutal by the day, The planes are raining down shells, burning, killing without mercy. Today, the Israeli army ordered us to evacuate our area immediately amid heavy bombing. Since this morning until now, they have killed 70 people, and my family and I barely survived. 💔
Most families have been displaced, but we do not have the money to escape to safer areas. The cost of transportation and displacement is extremely high, while what little we manage to gather is barely enough to keep us from starving amidst the siege, border closures, and insane price hikes. 😓
Time is running out, and danger surrounds us from all sides. We need to urgently gather the cost of evacuation and transportation to save our lives.
Please, do not leave us alone in this hell.
Your donation now means saving our lives and giving us a chance to live. 🥹🫂
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #152 ) ✅
Vetted by @90-ghost Click here ✅
The Israeli occupation has renewed its bombing of the Gaza Strip in a very violent manner, killing nearly 500 people since the morning hours.
@gazamaha4
Please don't let us die alone here. Donate, share, like anything.
In the heart of Gaza, where hope fades and destruction grows, nothing feels like life anymore. People die in silence—under the rubble, from hunger, from the cold, from fear. Children are pulled lifeless from beneath the ruins, and mothers scream with no one to hear. Every day we lose our loved ones, and a part of us dies with them.
We desperately need every hand that can reach us. If you’re able to help, please donate through (GoFundMe) or directly via (PayPal).
Your donation could mean everything to a family like mine. Don’t wait
I have nothing to give. all I can do is reblog. I want to help. And this is the only way I can.
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