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✅️My campaign is vetted by el-shab-hussein& Nabulsi's, my number verified on the list is ( #355)✅️ 👇
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview
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people saying my younger sibling looks like me?? is that a...rumble fish reference???
doodle b4 bed
soo im trying to do theater as my elective and maybeeee try out for the musical too but the thing is, I would really hate to play a girl role but that would likely be my only chance at a role other than a background character because while I can make my talking voice boyish, I can't do that with singing
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.
never in my life have I experienced gender envy as acute as watchin ralph maccio in any 80s movie. dear christ almighty I want what he has more then life itself.
Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍
I hope you're doing well. 🌿
Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.
Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿
🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫
please help them out if you see this!!
🚨🚨We are fleeing death. My region has been attacked, and we are in immediate danger.🚨🚨
I am Suhaila, a mother of five, from Gaza. Our house has been completely destroyed, and my husband, Shadi, was injured in the war. We have no food, and our situation is dire. Our lives are at risk every single moment.❤️
We urgently need help. If you can donate $25, $50, or even $100, it will enable us to survive.
We need basic necessities such as flour to make food, milk for my little girl, and medicine for my husband.
We are trapped, and every day without aid makes our situation even more critical.🍁
Please, if you can help with even a small donation, it would mean the world to us.
Your support is our only hope to survive.🌹
The campaign is verified on Gazavetters (49), by 90-ghost, by J Mi3 @el-shab-hussein
i can't donate because im a kid but anyone who sees this: please share or donate so they can get help!!
cherry is so beautiful and thus SO FREAKING HARD TO DRAW in a way that fits my vision of her
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.🌸"
#1 sylvia (outsiders) defender and fanI accept art and yap reqs but I might not get to them all. If you have one please use asks instead of commenting or messaging me :p
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