Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
Hey.
Hey, look me in the eyes.
*grabs you by the collar like I’m gonna give you a 1930’s mob style shakedown*
I get that you hunger for content. I get that it was a fun/interesting/horrifying time that brought you entertainment.
The fun times of Pre-Ban TikTok are gone.
TikTok is already trying to glaze him as “the savior of the app”, meaning he more than likely has them in his pocket now.
This means:
• A constant stream of propaganda.
• An erasure of pro-queer/POC/marginalized content.
• A monitoring of your content for collection by the fascist pigs in the government.
• Censoring of ANY form of Mutual Aid and praxis that isn’t sucking off the New Regime.
And many more consequences.
So please, DO NOT USE TIKTOK.
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Hello my friends.. I am talking to you with a sad and heavy heart about what is happening to my children. They were deprived of their basic rights to food, drink and education. They need your donations. Please consider them your children. Donate to them. We need $50 a day to ensure the safety of children.😢🙏🏻🍉🇵🇸https://gofund.me/f4012f59
Like and reblog if your account is a safe space for trans lesbians. It feels like trans lesbians in particular get shamed and ridiculed a lot by people in and out of the community. If you’re reading this I want to let you know you’re valid and I hope your safe and doing well.
At summer camp:
- schedule
- three meals every day
- know in advance what I’m gonna do and what I’m gonna eat
Getting home from summer camp
- too much unstructured time
- keep track of time level impossible
- decide what to eat, get ingredients, make food, each food (I sound entitled but it’s genuinely difficult when I look in the cabinets and instead of seeing potentially meals my brain just sees random stuff in boxes)
- wtf do I do all day
Peace be upon you. I don't know how to tell you, but I really have never extended my hand to anyone in my entire life, but the war has left us with no money, and my father was seriously injured for the second time, and they can no longer provide for us or work. My big brother was martyred, and we no longer have anyone to help us. Just help us, even with a euro, because it would really help me and I would be grateful to you. The occupation burned our house and our car, and they have left us with nothing in this life. I no longer aspire to collect money to complete my education in medicine because the amount is large, but all I want is to treat my father so that I do not lose him as I lost my brother. Please put yourself in my place as you see the dearest people to you die. Thank you for listening to my story. I hope you do not ignore my feelings.
https://gofund.me/bdfbc1aa