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prayed to Lord Apollon the other day, because how could I not when the view outside my window looked like this <3

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Please, I desperately need your donations. Donations have stopped completely, and I need your support, no matter how small. If you can't donate, talk about me and share my message. Please 😭🙏 I only need 25 euros to buy 1 kg of flour to feed my children. I'm not asking for more. Please, don't ignore this and try to contribute - I really need you right now. ✅️My account has been verified by @gazavetters, my number on the list is (#380) ✅️

😭🙏

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🚨🚨 Urgent and very important 🚨🚨

Vetted by association click here

Please don’t ignore 🙏😭

Hello, my friends,

I need an important need to help you again.

The gofundme deleted my campaign after they reached 7,000 and did not get the majority of the amount 💔😭😭

I need to pay the university installments of my university so we have created a new campaign on Chuffed and I urgently need to help you all

so please Try to donate and share as soon as possible 💔😭😭

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in one month, over 500 people have been killed at these sites and over 4,000 people have been injured. & this number will only increase the more people are forced to gamble their lives to stop the slow death by starvation. especially where children are involved.

the gibrils (@/sally-gebreel) are among this number. for weeks, in every conversation, i've seen the pain nader feels, that his wife sally feels, in watching their children (3 children all under 10) slowly become shadows of themselves, consumed by hunger. so it was little surprise when earlier in the week, nader had gone to one of these sites in an attempt to get food for his kids. unfortunately, he returned only with a severe injury after being shot in the back.

while nader is in recovery, i'm pleading with anyone reading this to please donate any amount you're able. with enough support, we can absolutely make sure sally isn't forced to risk going to one of these sites too, just to try and stop their kids from starving

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For my new baby... A heartfelt plea 💔

Hello,

My name is Mahmoud Anwar, a young father from Gaza. Just one week ago, God blessed me with my firstborn – Yamen – after years of waiting and hoping.

But instead of celebrating this miracle, I found myself helpless, unable to provide for his most basic needs.

The war has destroyed everything in my life:

🏚️ I lost my home, my shop, and my only source of income.

🌪️ My family and I live in uninhabitable conditions – no electricity, no proper shelter, and no income.

🍼 My newborn needs milk, warmth, and care, and my wife is still recovering from giving birth.

All I wish for is to protect my baby from hunger and cold, and to give him the chance to start a dignified life – a right every child deserves.

🙏 Any donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference.

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing this campaign—you could be the reason someone else can help and save a life.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your time, kindness, and prayers.

Sincerely,

Mahmoud Anwar – From war-torn Gaza

https://gofund.me/429dd150

https://ko-fi.com/mahmoud33584

please go donate if it is in your realm of possibilites to do so.

any and all help is greatly appreciated.

free Palestine, and please help and donate to Mahmoud Anwar, and anybody else you're able to help in any way. thank you.

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Daily update (63)

Every day we live is a battle against hunger and the unknown.

Our children go to sleep without milk, Without bread and without food, their tiny bodies weakening from extreme hunger, and the tragedy only grows.

We can’t bear it any longer. This is a painful cry that cannot wait or be ignored.

Time is running out, and every delay puts our children’s lives at greater risk.

Please help or share, don’t let us collapse in silence.

✅ Vetted by @nabulsi, my number verified on the list is #219.

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

Post Link

for anyone reading this; please take a moment to read Abed's story, reblog this post, and educate yourself on what is going on at the Gaza strip.

if you can do so, please donate to Abed, and keep the others who need it in mind, as well.

at the moment of posting this, the links aren't working and I don't know why that is; but that doesn't mean any of this can be ignored.

I stand with Palestine and yes, you should too.

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

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A New Beginning – From Mosab in Gaza

My name is Mosab, and I’m writing this with honesty and humility.

I live in Gaza, where war has taken nearly everything from me — my home, my safety, and 25 members of my family, including my beloved mother, siblings, and their children. I’ve been displaced multiple times. Every day here is a struggle to survive.

In the face of this, I turned to the internet — not because I wanted to beg, but because I truly had no other way.

🧭 What Happened

A few months ago, a friend helped me create a GoFundMe campaign: 🔗 https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family

Unfortunately, I could not continue working with the person who set it up. As a result, it was closed — and I had to start over again, this time on Chuffed, where I could manage everything myself.

I am the same person behind both campaigns — same story, same face, same truth. I only changed platforms to regain control and transparency.

💔 Why I Created Multiple Campaigns

I didn’t just make one campaign. I also helped create campaigns for my loved ones:

My wife Nadin, who’s caring for our 11-month-old daughter in these terrible conditions

My brother Abedmajed, and his wife Saja

My nephew Naser lost his mother (my sister) and his sister in a missile strike that hit our family home. That same strike also killed:

My mother

My other sister

My older brother, his wife and their daughters - all gone

My uncle, his wife, their sons, and grandchildren — all erased as well

That home was the heart of our family. And in one moment, it was gone — along with so many people I loved.

Naser, still a teenager, now takes care of his three younger brothers alone. His life — like mine — was shattered in an instant.

We are all in Gaza. We are all real. And we are all trying to rise, together.

⚠️ My Mistake

At the beginning, I made a big mistake.

I was so desperate to get our stories seen that I created multiple Tumblr accounts to send messages and reach more people. I didn’t understand that this would upset users or lead to the campaigns being flagged as spam.

I see now how that felt for others. And I am deeply sorry.

I never meant to deceive or annoy anyone. I was simply trying to survive — and to help my family survive. But I know now that good intentions don’t excuse bad methods.

🔁 What I’m Doing Now

I’ve spoken directly with Chuffed.

I’ve closed all old campaigns.

I’m keeping this account — @mosabsdr — moving forward.

I will be creating new, respectful, honest campaigns for myself and my loved ones.

I will reach out to GazaVetters again to explain and hopefully clear any misunderstandings.

🌱 Moving Forward

From this point on, everything I share will come from the heart — no pressure, no spamming, no noise. Just our truth, told with honesty and dignity.

If you’ve followed me, donated, or shared anything in the past: thank you from the bottom of my heart.

If you were hurt or bothered by how I reached out before — I truly understand. I hope you can see that I’m learning, and trying to do better.

This war has destroyed so much — but we are still here, and we are still rising.

If you wish to stay with us on this journey, I welcome you with deep gratitude. If not, I still thank you for reading and giving me your time.

With sincerity and respect 📍 Gaza | @mosabsdr

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religion has proved itself to be wayyy harder than I anticipated originally, as someone who had never been religious before.

I haven't really been participating in any pagan practices recently, or even praying, to be honest. I haven't forgotten, and I do think about the Gods everyday. I've just had a really complicated and hard time with family, friends, school, myself, and just life in general. I am also just the worst when it comes to dusting off my altar cause of all the little seashells and other accessories I have on it.

this is all to say, that I guess I just hope my experience with paganism thus far hasn't been concerningly unusual. if anyone has had a similar time as I when it comes to starting this practice, please let me know if you'd like, since that'd definitely be nice to hear.

I'm quite an emotional and paranoid person, so that has also been a huge obtacle in more ways than one for me, here. I'm constantly worried that I've offended, disrespected, or somehow else wronged a deity, even if accidentally. I know this might not be really logical but it's just a result of those traits and I have no idea how to make amends and clear the air with, I suppose, every element, every deity?

again I'm just asking for advice, but I've came to the conclusion that this just wasn't something I was ready to do with the level of commitment that even just having an altar implies. I'm not calling it off completely or anything like that, but I think I should just put it out there that this isn't something I'm trying to do as wholeheartedly anymore as I just am not in a position to do so, all things considered.

I'm not abandoning this blog and maybe one day I will be very commited and active, but for now, I'll just post "whenever" (as if I wasn't doing so before too 😓) and try not to stress about it.

all of the help I've recieved has been greatly appreciated, though, so thank you very much! and sorry for the mess every other post I've made has turned out to be 🥲

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza

Please Reblog My Post :👇

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please all go support those who need it in times like these!

if you're in a position to do so, please donate to Amal and her children. if not, please educate yourself and raise awareness on the current situation going on between israel and palestine.

free palestine.

thank you.

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I dusted off my altar a while ago—as in, maybe a month ago. but I didn’t pray, and I haven’t done anything at all for Lady Aphrodite after my last post two months ago.

the winter takes a lot out of me (as I might have mentioned sometime before?) and I find myself to be very exhausted and I also get sick very easily and very often.

and life has been even more exhausting and complicated than usual recently, with lots of friend and family issues. but I prayed, just now. after already having have messily journaled for the first time in days. I wrote about a very complicated situation I’m in when it comes to one of my relatives, and it just upset me so much as I thought about it and wrote about it, that I started to cry (I do that a lot).

and after finishing off the entry I actually went over to pray—but I basically just cried. this hasn’t been going the way I would’ve liked for it to at all—and I feel so hopeless. I barely do anything at all when it comes to devotion, yet I’m still so exhausted and I just wish I could have known not to start such a big journey when I clearly just can’t handle it right now. yet I still don’t want to give up either, so I’m afraid I’m just going to stay in the same situation as before—that being me having an altar but only ever praying once across multiple months, much less actually doing anything bigger, as in ex. offerings. I really would’ve liked to just make pretty offerings and do this somewhat consistently, but I’ve failed to do either. I’m also still very young (as in, a teenager) so I have school to worry about on top of all the personal and relationship issues.

I don’t want to get into it, but I told Her I’m sorry; for all the times I’ve hurt somebody, for all the things I’ve done when I didn’t know any better, and for how bad I’ve been at devotion so far. I couldn’t really decipher anything in response, which hasn’t happened before… I think I’m forgiven but I so badly want to avoid jumping to any conclusions.

I suppose this is all to ask; any advice?

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it’s about 4am as I write this—but I finally prayed after putting it off for months. it’s how overwhelmed I got with it all—especially with how much the harsh finnish winter takes out of me. I got to thinking of how I should dust off the altar, and then how I should word the prayed—and eventually it just became too much…

but tonight, in a fit of newfound whimsy and confidence, I put together my best prayer yet! not a poem, but just… the best I’ve ever worded a prayer, the best I’ve delivered it and… everything!

I thanked Lady Aphrodite for both my beauty—my appearance and heart and soul—and all the love I hold in my heart. also, for simply how beautiful life is and how beautiful it will continue to be.

I teared up towards the end of it.

again, as I prayed I could feel myself sway and in my vision, eyes closed, I could see a very slight light—as always.

I’m very happy I finally did it! and I will, almost certainly, dust off that altar tomorrow! 💗

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my nonreligious friend flipped off my Aphrodite altar as a joke yesterday and when I told her that that was literally an altar for the Goddess of love and beauty right after she had begged for forgiveness the plastic part of my coffee machine—where the filter would go in, I haven’t set it up yet so it was just on top of the coffee machine itself, which was on the shelf to her left—literally fell ON HER?? it wasn’t even on the edge of the coffee machine and it’s never fallen before

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The gods are not mad about the election, anyone perpetuating this lie is stupid as fuck idc idc idc

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I’ve been very sick and tired for the past week and before that I was so busy that I hadn’t had time or energy to even pray, but I finally did and I see a spark in myself that wasn’t there before when I opened my eyes. thank you, Lady Aphrodite 💗