This Is A Longshot, Would You Be Willing To Help Me Get My Insulin? I'm Down To My Last Pen And Its Pretty
This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share my pinned any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤Thanks
I do not have any money to give but I am going to share your ask so that maybe other people can help you
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Hello dear people
I am Nabila from Gaza,, I am 64 years old ,,
speaking to you with a heavy and painful heart. I am sorry that I had to ask for help from you, but what we are living is what pushed me to do this. I was living a beautiful, quiet life, enjoying the time I spend with my grandchildren and seven daughters.
Imagine waking up to find that your world has changed in a moment, and you have lost your security and peace, and your home has been destroyed, and you have become homeless and living in conditions that no human being can bear. I suffer from chronic diseases, high blood pressure and diabetes. My medication has run out for some time and I am facing difficulty in obtaining it in light of the lack of treatment in hospitals and health centers. Most of the time I cannot feel my limbs, but I am trying to resist. I do not want to die in such circumstances. I still have hope that this war will end and we will rebuild our beautiful and beloved country again and live in safety. I believe in divine power and justice and that all this pain will go away.
I am trying to endure these difficult conditions that I live in inside a small tent and a bathroom a few meters away from my tent and you know the conditions of diabetics in this case but once again there is still hope. I used to live at the expense of my daughters but with all sadness and regret they have all lost their homes and places of work and they have no source of income left and their situation is like that of any Gazan who is still inside Gaza struggling with death, hunger, diseases and extreme heat each one struggling to feed his children I cannot ask them for help so I have resorted to you and I am fully confident in your humanity to help me so that I can provide food and treatment and provide a better tent than the one I live in because it is torn and the place is full of insects. If I can provide treatment, I want to continue my life and see my grandchildren grow up around me. I don’t want to go now. I know that I don’t have as much life left as I have, but I have the right to live and enjoy this. Please don’t hesitate to help your mother who has come to you with a heavy and sad heart. Every dollar will make a difference in my life. Don’t leave me to live this pain. I appreciate what you are doing for every Palestinian inside and outside Gaza. I pray to God that you don’t go through what we are going through, my beloved.
Medical visits and insulin: $5000
Travel and transportation to hospital, coordination with Egypt's border: $5000
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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. 💔
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Help with HRT!
Hello everyone! Out of all of the expenses in my life, HRT is the one that is the most problematic. Because of the slow wait times in the UK, I have gone private and, as such, need £450 every three months to keep my medication going.
This is a hard bar to reach for me at my job so I'm starting a new donation goal thing. Every three months, for three months, the goal will be up and if we meet it, there will be a reward stream of some kind. The audience will be able to vote on what they want and it can be literally anything (as long as its possible).
I will be live in a couple of hours where I will talk about this more but if you would like to help, here is my donation link. I thank you very much. https://streamlabs.com/dynalope/tip
I really need this
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A Voice from Beneath the Rubble: We Do Not Want to Die of Hunger
The war has returned to us in a criminal and inhumane way, without any rules or restraint. Camps and hospitals are being bombed, children and medics are being killed in cold blood, and all international prohibitions have been violated.
Death rains down from the sky, and hunger consumes us from the ground.
We are trapped between two fires, there is no escape from the bombing, and no salvation from starvation.
My little child cries out from unbearable hunger, and I am powerless to comfort him, We have nothing left to eat except some green herbs I boil, hoping they will ease our hunger. 💔
In the past five days, we have received only 5 dollars, not even enough to buy bread for my child for a single day, Donations have tragically declined, and we can no longer afford even the bare minimum of necessities. 😥
Entire families have been forced to flee their homes under the relentless bombardment. Even the area they push us to, claiming it is "safe" (Al-Mawasi), is bombed daily without mercy.
The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and escaping to a safe country is impossible.
It is a systematic plan of slow genocide, by missiles and by hunger.
From the heart of the siege, from amidst the destruction, from beneath the rubble…
I plead with you through the tears of a mother fighting to protect her child, with a body weakened by pregnancy and hunger, with a soul that holds on only to the hope in your compassionate hearts. 🥹
Please, help us. Save my child, my unborn baby, and my family from this hell.
Every donation—even the smallest—is a lifeline in a sea of fire.
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