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After being released from 104 days of ICE detention for his pro-Palestine activism, Mahmoud Khalil joins his wife, Dr. Noor Abdalla, and their newborn son at Newark Liberty Airport this morning (21 June 2025).

photo via NYT

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They love being worshipped. 🖤

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Every day, the situation in Gaza gets worse. Every minute, a child dies. There is no treatment, no hospitals, no schools, and not even homes to live in. Gaza is no longer livable.

There is no food, no clean water. The situation is catastrophic and beyond what words can describe. Think deeply about these heartbreaking words. My family and I are living in this hell, waiting for the border to open so we can escape as soon as possible. But we don’t have enough money to flee.

Please, help me do something. Donate here, I beg you.

@b0tster @punkitt-is-here

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This is Lama, 4 years old, who has a metal fragment in her hand from the war. Her twin, Alma, is also 4, and their sister Lina is 6.

They are innocent children living through fear, hunger, and bombing.

They grew up with explosions, sleeping by candlelight, always worried about survival.

Hospitals are destroyed—no treatment, no medicine, no safety.

Even simple things like milk, fever medicine, or clean water are just dreams.

I’m their father, and all I want is to save them from this nightmare.

I don’t want to lose any of them or tell them I couldn’t help.

Please help us get them out. Donate if you can, share if you can’t. Every bit helps.

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@areejfamil @mosabsdr @nasr-daher @halamushtaha @sajagz @aboodfmly @nadinfamily @hamodfamily @upeacewithboldv 🔗 Donation Link 📌 Post Link

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كل هذا الظلام الحالك سببه أنكِ تتعاملين مع الحياة بجدية مفرطة. كما قال ألدوس هكسلي. بخفة يا صغيرتي، بخفة، تعلَّمي أن تفعلي كل شيء بخفة، فكّري بخفة، واعملي بخفة، واشعري بخفة، نعم اشعري بخفة، حتى إن كنتِ بعمق تشعرين. دعي الأمور تحدث بخفة، وبخفة حاولي أن تتوائمي معها. بخفة، بخفة شديدة؛ هذه أبلغ نصيحة قرأتها. والآن أقول لكِ نفس الكلام. بخفة، يا عزيزتي، بخفة، ليس هناك أمر أكيد، أو ثقيل، أو ينذر بالهلاك. ولا فصاحة في الكلام، ولا طرب في الموسيقى، ولا روحانية ميتافيزيقية، ولا الانسحاق تحت وطأة كل هذه الأعباء، سينتشلك من تلقاء نفسه. الأشياء تحدث في وقتها ولا تحدث من فرط حاجتنا لها. كل شيء يبدأ عندك. لتلقٍ عن كاهلك كل تلك الأثقال، فثمة بحار من الرمال المتحركة تحاصركِ من كل ناحية، تشد قدميكِ إلى الأسفل، تحاول أن تبتلعكِ في جوفها، حيث الخوف، ورثاء الذات واليأس المطبق. ولذا عليك أن تتحسسي خطاكِ بخفة شديدة. بخفة يا عزيزتي بخفة. على أطراف أصابع قدميك، لا أعباء على ظهرك، تخلصي من كل العوائق. ولكن كيف؟ تسألين. فأجيبك، بخفة. لا تطالبي نفسك بالشفاء العاجل، يا لثقل الأمر. ألا ترين كيف تثقلك الأفكار؟ لا تواجهيها بالتحدي بل بالخفة. خفة التقبل والتنفس وغفران هفواتك. خفة الطفو على سطح الماء. خفة الاستسلام لتيار الدوامة حتى تمضي. خفة السماح لنفسك بارتكاب الأخطاء. خفة تقبل أن هذا كل قد حدث لك. خفة تخيل أن ��كل هذه المعاناة نهاية.

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This is for every person who has a heart and for every person who has emotions and feelings. Have you ever felt the loss of the person you love the most? Have you felt sleeping in a tent in the street while the rain falls on you? Have you experienced your house being bombed on your head and your family dying and you being the only one left and your foot being injured and when you want to treat your foot it is amputated without anesthesia after the occupation destroyed 90% of hospitals? Have you experienced many things that are unjust to humanitarian laws? Feel with us, we are human beings like you. We had jobs and a normal life, but Gaza is no longer the same as before. All those who live in Gaza have lost many things, but now we are looking for something to live on and fate brought me here for you to donate and participate with me. Be with me and fate. Thank you to those who helped with anything. Don’t make me cry. I am waiting for something from you to make me happy. This is not everything. I mentioned some of the pain we are living. You can donate here to make hearts that have been broken happy.

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Urgent Appeal – A Mother and Her Children in Desperate Need

Dear Kind Souls,My name is Noor, a mother of three children, 2 girls 5 years old and a 9-month-old baby. For the past one and a half years, we have been living in a tent after our home was destroyed in the war on Gaza. We have no shelter, no food, and no source of income. Every day, we live in fear, hunger, and cold, struggling to survive.

My children cry from hunger, their small bodies shiver from the cold, and I am powerless to provide for them. I am reaching out to you with a mother's desperate plea—please help us survive.

We have lost everything, but your kindness can give us hope. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean the difference between life and death for my children. If you are unable to donate, please reblog last post in your bage—it could save a life.

To donate and help:

https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=D6VF4AWMHHZQQ

May your generosity be rewarded with endless blessings.

hope

Noor – A Mother Fighting for Her Children’s Survival

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #120 )

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✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #286 ) ✅️

Hi, I’m Tareq from Gaza 🇵🇸, a father to three innocent and beautiful daughters: Sham, Masa, and Wateen. 👶🏻

I haven't even reached 1% of my goal, and I am urgently seeking people who can share my campaign consistently to help me reach as many supporters as possible. I would be deeply grateful if you could add my campaign to your list, if you have one.

I’m reaching out to you from the depths of despair, as my family and I face unimaginable suffering. The war has taken everything from us—our home, our safety, and even our ability to provide the basic necessities of life. We now live in a fragile tent that can barely shield us from the bitter cold. My daughters are sick, shivering in the freezing nights, and there’s no clean water or food to ease their pain. 🥺

As a father, there’s no greater agony than watching your children suffer, knowing you cannot protect them. I never imagined I would have to beg for help, but I’ve exhausted every other option. I’m pleading with you to help save my family’s lives. A small donation of just $20 could make the difference between life and death for us. 🕊️

Your kindness could bring us warmth, food, and clean water—basic human needs that we’ve been deprived of. Please, if you can, donate through the link in my bio (GoFundMe). Together, we can give my daughters a chance to live, to dream, and to survive this nightmare. ✨❤️

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I grew up in Senegal, so my native language is French. But I went to American schools so I also speak English, and German, and Greek. And Latin, just in case it ever comes back. Cool. I once got 12 out of 12 on a Buzzfeed quiz called “Do you know all the slang words the Kardashians invented?” Congratulations? Thank you. I’m going to be honest. I did cheat.