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i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck

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eleven year olds need book series filled to the brim with violence and crime. it's like enrichment for them

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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Hello,

I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿

I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.

Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨

@aboodfmly

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Hi there 💛

I hope this message finds you well. I'm reaching out with a heavy heart and a hopeful spirit.

My name is Mohamed. My family and I lost our home to the war, and we’re doing our best to start again from nothing. We’ve created a GoFundMe to help rebuild—not just the walls, but the life we once knew.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post. Even a simple reblog or share can make a world of difference. And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation would mean more than I can ever express.

Your kindness, your voice, your support—it truly matters.

Thank you for reading this. I’m so deeply grateful. 🙏

@hamodfamily

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Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔

We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.

Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️

I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍

If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say. Every kind act ripples outward. ✨

🔗 Donation Link 📌 Post Link

Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Still Here. Still Rebuilding. ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza. Life here has become harder than words can describe. I never imagined I would survive a war that would take 25 members of my family in one instant… but I did. And because of that, I carry a deep responsibility — not only to remember, but to rebuild.

🕊️ A Journey Marked by Loss

We lost everything in a single missile strike — our family home, our sense of safety, and the people who made life feel full:

My mother

My older brother his wife and three daughters , family was erased from civil records

My sisters

My uncle, his wife, their children, and grandchildren

And my sister, the mother of my nephew Naser

Their names may be gone from the records, but they live on in my heart and in every action I take to honor their memory.

✨ What’s Changed

In the past few weeks, I’ve gone through more than grief. I’ve also had to face how my efforts to share my story were received. Some of the ways I reached out made people uncomfortable — and for that, I’m truly sorry.

I’ve spoken directly with the team at Chuffed, and I took their feedback seriously. With their guidance, I’ve closed my old campaigns and started fresh — in a way that’s clearer, more transparent, and rooted in respect.

This time, I’m sharing my story with a full heart and an open hand — not to overwhelm, but to connect. And I’m grateful for the chance to move forward in the right way.

📍 What Life in Gaza Looks Like Today

🏚️ Rubble: We sleep near the ruins of the home that once held generations. 😔 Grief: There is not a day that passes without missing someone we lost. 🕯️ Uncertainty: We don’t know what tomorrow brings, but we hold onto today. 🌱 Resilience: Even here, small hopes are growing through the cracks.

❤️ How You Can Help

This is not just about raising money. It’s about helping a family that was almost erased find a way back to life.

Even $5 helps — it may not seem like much, but here, it’s warmth, bread, or a safe corner to rest. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. That one small action might bring our story to someone who can help.

🧱 My New Campaign:

"Helping Mosab Rebuild a Family Life After War"

All funds go through my verified U.S. Stripe account and are transferred to Gaza via USDT. The exchange rate is harsh — $100 becomes only 245 shekels now (compared to 370 shekels before the war) — but it’s the only way we can receive support. I’ve explained this to Chuffed and showed proof of every step and am happy to show proof of every step to anyone.

🌼 Why Your Support Matters

Every time someone donates, reblogs, or simply reads our story, they remind me that we are not alone. That in a world so dark, there are still people choosing to be the light.

You are part of that light. Thank you for being here. Thank you for giving us a reason to believe in tomorrow.

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and Family ❤️

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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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Help my family in Gaza, I'm begging you 💔‼️🙏

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Dear merciful souls before everything I'm now writing to you and my kids are so hungry we don't know what to eat because everything running out and the cross borders were closed for three months so please read my story to the end 🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hello, I am full of hope and hope that you will read my message with love and that you will enjoy abundant health and well-being.

I come to you with an appeal that is heavy on my heart and that I had never imagined.

I look at you from under the war and the constant bombing of us in all its forms that the human or animal soul cannot comprehend

I am Jehad Kassab , a lawyer and legal consultant from Gaza City - Palestine. I hold a bachelor’s degree in law and many legal experiences. I have been working in the legal profession for a long time and I had a good work , which have become meaningless before this world, to stop the machine of war and destruction that has befallen us ،I had a private law office after the Israeli planes completely destroyed it and everything in it, after I built it with all its beauty after many years of toil, and it is my only source of livelihood.

I have a beautiful family that loves life as you love it and lives it in all its details. My family consists of (my wife, a nurse, and my son Khaled, a year and a half old, who has not seen life in all its details and does not know what it is yet, and my second daughter is now 11 months her age as the age of this bad war.

Our house was completely destroyed at the beginning of the war on Gaza with everything, and we did not even take anything out of it, not even the clothes, in the hope that we would return to it before it was bombed by Israeli warplanes

We were briefly displaced to southern Gaza and stayed in tents until this moment. We lived and are still living the harshest types of genocide in the full sense of the word: displacement, destruction, coming out from under bombardment, pollution, epidemics, and the difficulty of sleeping due to the sound of planes and the bombing that did not leave for a single second. Has the world become desolate or are we not fit to improve? For life or what? We do not know Khaled who started pronouncing the word bombing, and I am afraid.

I am not begging you or listing all the details, because an entire newspaper will not be enough. Television screens and social networking sites are enough to tell you about us, and no matter how much you try to say, what we feel will not reach you because we do not wish anyone to live as we live.

We are victims of conflicts and conflicts. We love life as long as we can. We do not like any form of war. We want a future like the rest of humanity for ourselves and our children.

In this moment of despair, I reach out to you, not just as a stranger, but as a human being, connected by our common humanity and the belief that compassion knows no bounds. Your support, no matter how small, can make an immeasurable difference in the lives of those struggling to find hope amidst the rubble.

We desperately need your support to rebuild my family's life that was destroyed by the war on Gaza and there is literally nothing left ، provide us with a glimmer of hope for a better life after we were fine before October 7th last year. Your support could mean everything to us ، If you are unable to support, please consider sharing our case. Every bit of support helps.

We also evacuated many times and the two baby were sick alot because of the bad environment

and you know there's no hospitals or medicin or even healthy food

and the rest of the.money will be used for the living expenses

We appreciate your help, even if it is just a little

Thank you all

You can share or donate this ‼️🙏🥺

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On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed the house I was in — my grandfather’s home. It was the heart of our family.

I was there with my mother, my sister, and my three younger brothers.

When the missile hit, everything turned to smoke, blood, and silence.

My mother and sister were killed instantly.

My brothers and I were pulled from the rubble, injured — but alive.

Moments later, my father arrived at the hospital.

He didn’t know if any of us had survived. He ran through the halls, searching.

Al Jazeera Mubasher filmed that exact moment — the moment he found us.

This video isn’t easy to watch. But it’s the truth.

It’s the moment my father found his sons alive…

and learned that his wife and daughter were gone.

source:

https://www.instagram.com/share/_qqk5pMrz

I’m sharing this not to cause pain, but because I want people to understand what we’ve lived through.

This isn’t just a story. It’s our life.

It’s the moment that changed everything.

I’m still here. I’m trying to raise my brothers now.

We are trying to rebuild something from what was taken.

If you can help — even with a share — thank you

And if you just watched this, thank you for witnessing.

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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 Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏

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 ❤️

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Urgent Appeal... My Father is in Danger, and I Need Your Help Now💔💔🇵🇸

My father's life is in your hands

I write these words with my heart almost breaking with pain, and our hope for life now resting on a miracle. My father, a man who has always been a symbol of strength and patience, whom I have witnessed throughout my life stand firm in the face of every challenge, is now too weak to fight alone💔💔

His cancer has destroyed his body beyond description. His health has deteriorated rapidly, and he is now in the hospital, in pain every moment. The doctors have told us that he needs urgent surgery abroad, an operation that might give him hope of survival. But the problem we face today is not the treatment itself, but the money. We need help; we cannot afford the costs of travel and treatment abroad, and I cannot see my father in pain without being able to help him These are reports proving that my father has cancer and this is also a referral from the hospital to leave Gaza for treatment, but there is no money to be able to do that.

I cannot describe to you how a father's heart feels when he is separated from his children in these moments of pain, nor how I felt when I saw his tears as he begged me to help him, but I was powerless, unable to secure the treatment he needed. Today, I appeal to you… not just for financial assistance, but in the hope that you will be a factor in saving the life of the dearest person to my heart.

Every minute that passes increases the risk of losing him, and every moment of pain I see in his eyes makes the situation more difficult. He is not just a father; he is my everything, and without him, I don't know what the world would be like. Please, if you are able to help, don't hesitate. Every contribution, no matter how small, will give me hope that I can save him.

I urgently need your help. We don't have time. Time is ticking as we watch our father struggle without enough money to secure his treatment. Please, save my father's life before it's too late

Your donation will save my father's life. Don't ignore helping my father. His life is in your hands. If everyone donates $25, believe me, we will collect the required money and save my father. Please help us.

Your donation saves my father

Share this post with all your friends so they can donate to my father.

Donate even a little 🍉🙏

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Yoshitomo Nara, "My Drawing Room" (2004-)

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Fantastic cherry blossom world.