Hello everyone 👋 I hope you are well. I am Sondos from Gaza. I have a family, a husband and two children. We lost everything during this war, our home and our work. We no longer have a source of income. My husband had a heart valve transplant 💔 and he cannot work. My father needs treatment after having an operation. We are missing all the features. Life is difficult to buy food and clean water. Help me for the sake of my children and my family 🇵🇸 Your donation, no matter how small, will make a difference in our lives. I trust you and your support 🇵🇸🍉 for us. My account has been verified
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I need a minute of your time Don't read and leave 🥺Please help me by donating or sharing my story because I am not a number 😭💔
Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔
Can you bear the toothache 🥹
The bombing is surrounding us and there is no safe place to go 💔
To the innocent and the merciful, it is about humanity 😞
Save me from the massacres and certain death!! We may not survive in the coming hours 😞
Don't leave me and my family under genocide 🥹
Donate to me so I can escape the hell of war and undergo my surgeries and go to safety outside Gaza❤️
I hope everyone donates 20 or 30 dollars, it will make a difference for us so we can start a new life outside the stricken Gaza, where we cannot afford the travel costs, and the costs of my treatment ❤️🍉🍉
Share my posts because this will speed up our rescue process ❤️
https://gofund.me/4258a923
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I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband is Mohammad... We got married in 2022 in a house full of love and happiness. Our house was beautiful, we chose everything in it carefully... We were waiting for the end of the day to go there after a tiring day of work, but the occupation did not leave us. 😔😭💔
This house was bombed with all hatred. Here we are after the genocide. We have nothing... We lost our house, our work, and our car.😭😞
We were displaced to Rafah in a tent that could not accommodate 5 people, and after the displacement from Rafah, we were displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis again. It was a very difficult period... but now we are in Mawasi Khan Yunis in a tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.😞😭
This is our tent, its floor is made of cardboard, as you can see, and I suffer from severe eczema due to the pollution of the air and the materials used, and the medicine is very expensive.😭💔
Urgent: My husband needs a very necessary operation and medication. Please help my husband in order for his health to improve. He is in pain.😞😭🫂🙏🙏
@gazavetters
why are people making angsty c!tommy headcanons about c!wilbur smoking when instead you can imagine the numerous ridiculous things that tommy must have done to get wilbur to stop
wilbur, walking in: hi t-
tommy, who has covered the place in ‘No Smoking Signs’: hi wilbur (:
one day wilbur goes to grab a cigarette and instead finds a bunch of lollipops. he goes to grab some others and finds a 64 pack of crayola crayons. tommy has replaced all of the ones he has with increasingly ridiculous items. at one point wilbur goes to grab a cigarette and instead finds an entire rubber goose.
at one point after wilbur’s revival tommy bribes everyone into putting up ‘No Smoking’ signs with anti-smoking hotlines on them
wilbur, trying to talk to techno: oh hi t- what’s that
techno, who owns like 4 of them because phil is old and he isn’t taking risks: addiction is a disease wilbur
Tubbo looked up at his best friend, grinning.
“Checkmate,” Tubbo said victoriously, moving his queen to Tommy’s final piece and knocking it off the board.
“Let me win for once,” Tommy moaned, sighing heavily.
“And have you bragging in my ear for the next two months? I don’t think so,” Tubbo shook his head, setting up the pieces so that they could play again. He glanced at Tommy, and catched him looking at Tubbo whilst chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” Tubbo raised an eyebrow, folding his arms and watching Tommy closely.
“We’ve been doing this all day - are you not bored?” he asks, leaning against the back of his chair and crossing his legs. Tubbo frowned again, catching his gaze and briefly admiring his enchanting grey eyes, before finally responding.
“How could I ever be bored of spending time with you?” Tubbo asked softly, making his first move on the chess board. Tommy watched Tubbo, looking pitiful, and doesn’t make his move.
“I’m glad, but…” he sighs, staying completely still whilst still looking at Tubbo. Tubbo sat upright against his chair, waiting for Tommy to continue.
“You need to remember that I am dead,”
Tubbo blinked, and when his eyes are opened, Tommy’s gone. Vanished, as if he was never there. Just like that, Tubbo was alone again, sitting in front of his chessboard playing with nobody.
Hoping he can recover soon <3
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[Mother] Khawla: 34 years old
[Father] Adel: 33 years old
[Son] Muhammad: 5 years old, contracted hepatitis from contaminated drinking water, currently recieves limited treatment for his condition.
[Daughter] Sham: 3 years old
[Daughter] Ghazal: 1 and a half, she's lactose intolerant so they need to work with her dietary needs.
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I’m Anas Basil, a recent high school graduate with dreams of a brighter future through studying e-business management and building a career. But the war has shattered everything. After graduating with a 93% average, I enrolled at Khan Younis Training College (UNRWA), only to find that it’s now a shelter for displaced families instead of a place for education.
My younger brother, Ahmad, 14, is known as the "Doctor of the Future" because of his extraordinary talent in mathematics. However, the war has kept him out of school for two consecutive years. Ahmad is also a gifted football player who used to win tournaments, but the war has taken that away from him too.
The war forced our family to flee to Rafah, where we lived in a tent for several months. Every day is a struggle for survival—fetching water, gathering wood, and making a fire.
🎯 We are seeking €29,000 to:
- Secure safe passage out of Gaza and cover education fees to help us pursue our dreams.
- Provide Basic Essentials—food, clean water, and medical supplies—to support our family’s day-to-day survival in Gaza.
Every donation, no matter the amount, brings us one step closer to our goal.
With gratitude,
Anas & Ahmad
✅ Our Fundraiser Vetted by ✅ 🔍 @gazavetters, on the list is (#83) 🔍 @90-ghost here 🔍 by association in this post
The ceasefire in Gaza has begun, and thank God we are still alive and well.
Thanks to your generous support, we have been able to get through these difficult times.
Your help was not just financial, it was a life-saving gift for our family.
There is not much time left for our campaign, and if you can contribute again, it will make a huge difference in accelerating our journey to safety. Your contribution may also inspire others to donate, helping us reach our goal faster.
Dear Humanity,
I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).
I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.
Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.
We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.
Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.
A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.
Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare
I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.
These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.
MY Father Income
Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future
My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.
As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.
When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.
We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.
As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.
Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.
Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.
I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.
Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.
The purpose of the fundraising campaign
The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
.جزاكم الله خيراً
yours sincerely;
Haya Alshawish.
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