hassanbadrasawi

[hassanbadrasawi]

🫶🫂

Salam everyone

I hope you are fine

I'm Hassan 34y from Gaza

And this is my message to the fake world👇

We are being crushed under the weight of a suffocating famine, one they impose on us slowly and deliberately, with cruel intent.

Yeah, I know this is nothing but humiliating begging and I hate what we've been reduced to but by Allah, we truly have no other means left to survive.

There is barely any food left… Maybe we can manage to get a few kilos of flour from those who risk their lives just to bring it from those cursed, death ridden distribution centers.

umm.. u know?… my wife has started fainting frequently.. Her body is weakening day by day, and her blood test results are frightening.. After her recent miscarriage, she desperately needs food and some basic vitamins just to be able to stand again.

My request is simple, but it carries the heavy weight of our survival.

Plz, consider donating even £20.. or share my message

Wallah, your support is not a luxury it is a lifeline.

Donation link 🫶👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/my-friend-shahad-dahlan-in-gaza

GO SEND MONEY TO THEM <333

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Today, I buried my brother with my own hands.He was martyred because of receiving their damned aid. He died trying to secure a piece of bread for himself and the children.

He left us behind, alone in our pain… and left his children too. As if saying goodbye to my mother and father wasn't enough… now I have to say goodbye to my brother too.

Thank you, foolish world, for this bitter reward.

[hassanbadrasawi]

In the bird’s mouth,

a broken song pecking at the wind… hiding in the pale light,

The light of my city's crumbled ruins...

Children made of story clay

run without shadows,

laugh with teeth of air...

Hunger? huh !!!!

It is nothing...

They dream of crumbs,

loaves of silence.

But they vanished,

just like their delicate features…

Have you seen their faces?

Such innocence, carved in stillness time drips from them,

drop by drop…

But do you realize something?

That time.. it never arrives…

Sleep now, ya habibi, beneath the sighs of the sun,

waiting for crumbs of bread...

Perhaps the end of the world is near.

Dair al Balah

28 July 2025

4:20 a.m.

VETTED ✅️ by @gazavetters (#502) &VETTED by @bilal-sala7 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

It's our last meal of flour.🥺

I'll let you imagine what's next 😑💔

Hey everyone..

This is my message to the world:

I'm Hassan 34y from Gaza and my lovely wife Shahad 30y. @shahaddahlan0

Father of a child my wife is conceived in the war after waiting 9 years

I have a small family, and they are all I have and all that matters to me in this fake world.❤️‍🩹

I don't like begging, and I cannot imagine ever doing so if the war had not forced me to do so.💔

If you would like to donate to us in order to secure another flour that will last until the end of the month, please do not hesitate.

or share my message, here is the link.☮️🙏🏻👇🏻

✅️VETTED by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & @bilal-salah0

Me & My lovely wife @shahaddahlan0

GAZA 🇵🇸🍉🌿

[hassanbadrasawi]

Thank you, kind-hearted one, for this beautiful gesture.. 🫶☮️

I just donated to help a family in Gaza who has lost everything. They are trying to escape the war and rebuild their lives. Please consider donating or sharing. Every bit helps. https://gofund.me/db214a4f

[hassanbadrasawi]

Habibi 🫂

Kordelius

My friend who shares with me love, emotional and even financial support and songs. Lol 🫶💙

Your prayers for Hassan’s father and mother, whom he has lost. 🙏

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I Promised Her I Wouldn't Go...

I promised my wife that I would no longer go to the aid distribution areas where stray bullets, shelling, and death are constant threats.

She is deeply afraid… and I am all she has left in this world.

That’s why I’m pleading with you please don’t forget me in your generous donations.

I am in desperate need of your support, just to buy a few kilograms of flour and some basic vitamins to help us survive this brutal famine.

Please…

Don’t leave me alone. Don’t leave my small family and our cats struggling in the midst of this hunger, weakness, and fear.

Your presence, your support, means life to us.

You can donate here, even if it's just a little.🫶👇

Vetted by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & VETTED by @bilal-sala7 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

Day 27th to Day 39th, June 15th to June 27th:

This won't be too long. Not much happened during this stretch. My symptoms just increased in intensity. I was extremely lethargic. I hurt all of the time. I wasn't very capable of much useful thought. I broke my fast on the evening of the 27th. I'm finished. I can't tell you how grateful I am to eat again. To be honest, I feel a little shame as well, but that's my personal hangup. During this time, Israel has continued its genocide of the Palestinian people. Two of my friends in Palestine have had loved ones murdered by the fascist, Israeli regime. Two of these martyrs were murdered by a drone. Food has come in for both of them but you must know, if you've followed events at all, that whatever is received does so at great personal risk. That whatever is received does not begin to address the nutritional needs of my friends, their families, or any of the people in Palestine. This is intentional; this is the point. Over the last month, the Israeli fascists and their (our) paid mercenaries have murdered more than 500 people they're charged to provide humanitarian aid to. Children and the elderly have continued dying from hunger and exposure to the elements. It's a combination of the two factors that takes them. Israel has also begun a war with Iran; the US saw fit to participate directly, bombing Iranian sites as well. The actions of the US and fascist, Israeli swine have brought embarrassment to both nations because they were unsuccessful. But, I only bring this up to point out that the media has used this as a distraction from the ongoing genocide. Don't forget, I beg you. Don't get distracted. Finally, I'm appealing to your shared sense of humanity. Could you please donate to my friend Shahad's GoFundMe? Her and her husband are seeking to flee Palestine. Thank you for your aid.

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My cousin was martyred last week when he went to get a bag of flour. The artillery hit them, killing nearly 100 people. This isn't aid. They treat us like they're hunting rats.

I was saying we were living a nightmare... but it seems like a joke.

To this extent, our blood is cheap. Aren't we human beings?!

This is my cousin, a young man who is not yet twenty years old. He was killed by hunger.

Please, I don't want to lose my brother and my husband. We will buy flour even if it costs a million dollars, and not go to death. That's why I need your support.🫶🤦🏼‍♂️

VETTED by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & VETTED by @bilal-sala7 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

Just moments ago, I saw a video of a young man eating sand, crying out in anguish:

"Tell me, what is left for us to eat? Who do we complain to? Who will listen?"

No one truly feels our pain...

We are living through an absolute famine,

yet the world remains silent.

We survive on a meal a day if we're lucky.

Today, we might manage to buy a little,

but tomorrow? We don’t know.

Perhaps there will be money,

but nothing left to buy.

Nothing left to eat.

They follow foolish, senseless policies when it comes to aid

methods that don’t save, but destroy.

I swear, “Wallah” I would rather starve,

than send my brother or husband to retrieve aid..

that leads only to death.

Can anyone tell me when this madness will end?

How long will I keep asking this question?

How long must we live in this hunger, this humiliation, this forgotten pain?

Is there anyone still listening?

Is there anyone still watching?

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Life here is always teetering on the edge of nothingness…! 💔

Today, I arrived at my family’s home in Dair Al Balah with my husband. Barely moments had passed since we stepped inside when a massive explosion thundered nearby. It was terrifyingly close... as if the earth itself shook beneath our feet as if we were living through a real earthquake.

But worse than the sound of the explosion were the shards that followed…

A tiny piece of shrapnel flew right past my young nephew.. the same child you might remember if you’ve followed my posts… the one who once cried over a piece of candy.

What a strange life this is.

A fragment so small it could be missed by the eye, yet it almost took his life. Only a few centimeters.. maybe even less.. separated it from his fragile body. I saw smoke rising from it… it was still burning, intensely hot, as if just one more degree would’ve melted it completely.

Hours later, I went out to take care of something, and by coincidence, I passed by the area that had been struck. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A place once full of life and people had become nothing but rubble. Complete destruction. A living, breathing heart silenced in an instant.

And the truly terrifying part?

This location was in the middle of a densely populated area.

Thankfully and by "Allah mercy" a warning had been issued beforehand. People had a moment, however brief, to escape. If not for that, the massacre would have been unimaginable.

We survived today… and many others did too.

But the chilling truth still hangs in the air:

Life here constantly sways on the edge of nothingness.

And do you want to know the strangest part?

Everyone tells us that coming back home is a foolish, even insane decision…

But I swear to you, there is no safe place in this entire strip.

We are all standing at the edge of the abyss

The abyss of farewell.

A farewell to a life that was never truly given to us as it should have been.

VETTED ✅️ by @gazavetters (#502) & VETTED ✅️ by @bilal-sala7 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

We Were There... They Executed the City

Two days ago, we decided to return home to see what was left of it this time.

We woke up at seven in the morning.

We didn’t tell my family about our decision until we were already packing our bags, ready to move forward.

Even my beloved grandmother tried to stop me. She pleaded with me, begged me… but I lied.

I told her we were going to visit my sister, where Hassan’s family had been displaced to the south.

Only Sarah knew about our real plan. I told her the night before.

She tried to stop me, warned me not to make such a reckless decision.

And it was a reckless one I know.

Even though she isn’t from here, she seems to understand all too well what this mentally deranged occupier is capable of.

I appreciate her fear…

And I deeply value her constant emotional support, which I’ve needed more than anything, and more than ever before.

But I’m sorry, Sarah…

Because someone is counting on me. Someone is waiting for me.

Yes the plants.

I can’t turn my back on them and leave them behind.

Our souls are connected… from their roots to my heart.

We reached the city…

And everything was upside down.

Everything was grey.

The houses were all shattered.

The trees burned.

You know… their aircraft saw us. They noticed we had returned.

But it seems this time, they let us stay.

Because they know what they did to this city.

They know they wiped away every trace of it.

They know they destroyed all paths to survival.

They executed life itself here.

I looked around and saw my beloved books suffocating under dust and rubble

as if they’d been playing with it for days on end.

The trees had lost all their greenery.

Now covered in ash

As if grey were swallowing them whole.

It was truly tragic and heartbreaking.

I was devastated by what I saw.

I rushed to check on the little plants Hassan and I had recently planted in small pots.

Some had died… unable to survive.

Others were still waiting… begging for help.

Hassan was heartbroken he didn’t make it in time for the thyme "الزعتر".

It had died too.

I went to water what was left. But then came the shock…

There wasn’t enough water.

In fact, there was none.

Our home’s water tanks were smashed

nothing but shattered fragments scattered everywhere.

Hassan looked around, hoping to find water from our neighbors.

But all their tanks were destroyed too

Not even a few drops left.

Finally, we found a few small containers.

His brother had filled them before they fled.

I took them and began watering the mint, the grapevine, the banana plant, and some flowers.

When I finished, I found my gentle-hearted angel busy feeding the cats.

Ever since we stayed here previously, he always made a habit of caring for the cats in the area.

I walked toward him

And I was shocked at how few remained.

Back in March 2024, when we were last here, dozens of cats would come to us for help.

Now it felt as if they had all gone extinct in this wretched city.

Only three were left.

One of them was bleeding from the back of her neck

Clearly a recent injury.

Even Maryam wasn’t there.

By the way, Maryam isn’t our cat.

But she’s lived in our home for seven years ever since we settled here.

She’s the one who gives birth to those sweet, tiny kittens…

We called out for her over and over.

But no use.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t come.

I hope you’re okay, Maryam…

And I hope this nightmare ends soon.

By the way…

Today is my thirty-first birthday.

Everything is grey.

But I have complete faith in God, in my love, in all of you, in my music, in my plants

That I will bloom despite it all.

I’m trying, and I’ll keep trying, to color my life again.

To fill it with beauty:

The green in my trees,

The blue in my skies,

The purple in my flowers, and the sunsets I cherish.

And also

Mint "النعناع" was the second to wish me a happy birthday… right after the love of my life.

Please…

Don’t leave me in all this ash.

With your prayers and your love,

I will become capable of living again…

Capable of facing more days to come.

I love you all.

Shahad

9. June. 2025

VETTED by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & VETTED by @bilal-sala7 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

We Were There... They Executed the City

Two days ago, we decided to return home to see what was left of it this time.

We woke up at seven in the morning.

We didn’t tell my family about our decision until we were already packing our bags, ready to move forward.

Even my beloved grandmother tried to stop me. She pleaded with me, begged me… but I lied.

I told her we were going to visit my sister, where Hassan’s family had been displaced to the south.

Only Sarah knew about our real plan. I told her the night before.

She tried to stop me, warned me not to make such a reckless decision.

And it was a reckless one I know.

Even though she isn’t from here, she seems to understand all too well what this mentally deranged occupier is capable of.

I appreciate her fear…

And I deeply value her constant emotional support, which I’ve needed more than anything, and more than ever before.

But I’m sorry, Sarah…

Because someone is counting on me. Someone is waiting for me.

Yes the plants.

I can’t turn my back on them and leave them behind.

Our souls are connected… from their roots to my heart.

We reached the city…

And everything was upside down.

Everything was grey.

The houses were all shattered.

The trees burned.

You know… their aircraft saw us. They noticed we had returned.

But it seems this time, they let us stay.

Because they know what they did to this city.

They know they wiped away every trace of it.

They know they destroyed all paths to survival.

They executed life itself here.

I looked around and saw my beloved books suffocating under dust and rubble

as if they’d been playing with it for days on end.

The trees had lost all their greenery.

Now covered in ash

As if grey were swallowing them whole.

It was truly tragic and heartbreaking.

I was devastated by what I saw.

I rushed to check on the little plants Hassan and I had recently planted in small pots.

Some had died… unable to survive.

Others were still waiting… begging for help.

Hassan was heartbroken he didn’t make it in time for the thyme "الزعتر".

It had died too.

I went to water what was left. But then came the shock…

There wasn’t enough water.

In fact, there was none.

Our home’s water tanks were smashed

nothing but shattered fragments scattered everywhere.

Hassan looked around, hoping to find water from our neighbors.

But all their tanks were destroyed too

Not even a few drops left.

Finally, we found a few small containers.

His brother had filled them before they fled.

I took them and began watering the mint, the grapevine, the banana plant, and some flowers.

When I finished, I found my gentle-hearted angel busy feeding the cats.

Ever since we stayed here previously, he always made a habit of caring for the cats in the area.

I walked toward him

And I was shocked at how few remained.

Back in March 2024, when we were last here, dozens of cats would come to us for help.

Now it felt as if they had all gone extinct in this wretched city.

Only three were left.

One of them was bleeding from the back of her neck

Clearly a recent injury.

Even Maryam wasn’t there.

By the way, Maryam isn’t our cat.

But she’s lived in our home for seven years ever since we settled here.

She’s the one who gives birth to those sweet, tiny kittens…

We called out for her over and over.

But no use.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t come.

I hope you’re okay, Maryam…

And I hope this nightmare ends soon.

By the way…

Today is my thirty-first birthday.

Everything is grey.

But I have complete faith in God, in my love, in all of you, in my music, in my plants

That I will bloom despite it all.

I’m trying, and I’ll keep trying, to color my life again.

To fill it with beauty:

The green in my trees,

The blue in my skies,

The purple in my flowers, and the sunsets I cherish.

And also

Mint "النعناع" was the second to wish me a happy birthday… right after the love of my life.

Please…

Don’t leave me in all this ash.

With your prayers and your love,

I will become capable of living again…

Capable of facing more days to come.

I love you all.

Shahad

VETTED by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & VETTED by @bilal-sala7 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

UPDATE..

Yesterday we were able to bring a bag of flour from the aid trucks. My husband, brothers, neighbors’ children and everyone went. There is a mechanism of chaos carried out by the occupation army. It coordinates and contacts the truck owners and orders them to get out of the trucks in the middle of the street. People come and take what is inside them. There are bandits who come with weapons and finish off the trucks completely and do not let anyone take anything. Every time we do not get anything from our share, but this time we were lucky. My brothers did not bring anything, but it is enough. There is someone who was able to.. It’s My hero hahaha .. We are celebrating now in here hahaha .. YEAH, IT'S EID GENTLEMEN 😍✌️

I am currently distributing a little to other families who did not receive anything.. We share the livelihood and so on…

“The world must know the mechanism used by the occupation here in Gaza in distributing aid. That is why I am also publishing this on fb, Substack and Tumblr. They use all means of humiliation. 😑

VETTED by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & VETTEDby ✅️ @bilal-salah0 (#3)

[hassanbadrasawi]

Day 4, May 25

I'm stil trying to get all of this rolling and running smoothly but we're gonna get there. I've got some pictures to add, some links to share, some news articles & sources to provide, and more. Refer to the previous post if you're interested. Stay tuned, I promise they're coming. I'm just old, a bit unpracticed, and more disorganized than I'd like or than I'd care to admit. I've got a personal deadline for plenty of this so we're good to go. ---- This hunger strike is in conjunction with Veterans for Peace and their "Fasting 40-Days for Gaza" action. I'm on strike to help raise money for my friends in need in Gaza; to show solidarity with the Palestinians undergoing ethnic cleansing and genocide by the Israeli fascists; and, to stand in solidarity with Veterans for Peace. ---- If you're able, I ask that you provide aid to my friends Shahad and Fatemah, in Gaza. I'm sure you're aware of the horrendous conditions under which they and their families are enduring because of the ongoing genocide, inflicted on them by the Israeli fascists. Any and all aid is greatly appreciated. Shahad's GoFundMe Shahad's Tumblr Fatemah's GoFundMe

---- The hunger strike continues. Not too much new to document on my end but there have been some changes. I didn't sleep very well the first three nights. Probably due to a number of reasons. However, when consulting my doctors, they did mention that insomnia would probably begin to manifest. With that said, contrary to what's typical, I slep ten hours over the last 24-hours. Waking up was difficult but not impossible. My dreams were more lucid than typical; I don't remember much other than they were filled with an overwhelming sense of disorientation. I'll tell you something about myself, one of a few things that enrages me is, in fact, feeling disoriented. Luckily, Charli, my sweet angel was there. The soreness from lack of food has increased--maybe, become more consisitent might be a better way of putting it--but not too markedly. The same could be said of my lethargy. Doc says, at this point, my cognitive functioning should begin to decline. I've had a fairly persistent headache but nothing too bad yet. It should also be stated, I've drastically reduced my prescription regime in order to reduce the risk of kidney or liver failure.

[hassanbadrasawi]

May 26th to June 2nd

Day 6, May 26th:

This was the last day, prior to today, that I fasted. It's as simple as this: I had to work, and the aid I can provide from the wages earned seem worth taking a break from the fast.

Regardless, things started getting harder on this day. I had a constant headache. I began feeling slightly manic. And my chronic pain began to intensify. My skin also started drying out and I began breaking out badly.

Day 7 to Day 13, May 26th to June 1st:

I worked and then, nothing more than dragging my feet, kept me from restarting. I'm back on the wagon.

Day 14, June 2nd:

And, today, I restarted the fast. The first few days don't seem to be extremely difficult, both from my experience last week and from two previous hunger-strikes I've been on.

I would like to take the oppotunity to ask for aid for my friends in Gaza. They're, in fact, the reason I'm on hunger-strike.

My friends Shahad and Hassan are trying to leave Gaza. They are raising money to help them in this. If you can, please, help contribute to their fund so that they can leave and go to Egypt and try to rebuild a life that the Israeli fascists have tried so desperately to destroy. Here's Shahad's Tumblr, if you'd like to follow her directly.

My dear friend Fatema is in great need. Her, her husband, and their children--as with so many Palestinians--are suffering greatly from Israel's genocidal campaign. They have five children. All of whom are malnourished. One of their children is no older than four weeks and, due to malnourishment, Fatema is unable to breastfeed her. Fatema is still recovering from her pregnancy and giving birth, under abhorent conditions; she is currently suffering from sepsis because of these conditions. Fatema's request is two-fold. Her children are in need of medical treatment that they cannot afford. One of her sons is suffering from a fungal skin condition that requires prolonged treatment with medication. She is asking for $400 to help sustain her family during these times. And, she is asking for $80 in assistance to get internet access so that her children can attend classes online. Any money over the $80 raised will be contributed to Fatema's GoFundMe.

Thank you for your time, consideration, and any assistance. They make a difference.

[hassanbadrasawi]

Hey everyone..

I've exhausted every avenue, but I'm trying hard not to stand idly by and to do as much as I can to free myself and my small family from the horrors of this war after my beloved Hassan and I lost our jobs.

Ummm..I can write and create content, and write articles of all kinds, whether trending, news, sports, educational, or marketing, such as about cars, perfumes, restaurants, brands, and more.

I can also teach you some basic Arabic and its grammar if you're interested.

I would love to create some nutrition and exercise courses, but they require a laptop or at least a good phone. However, I can't do them now because my phone and my laptop are both broken. I'm now using my husband's simple phone.

I know these are very simple things, but this is what I can do now.

I hope you understand my situation...

And this is only in exchange for a donation to my campaign, even if it's a small donation. Even if you can't donate, it's enough for you to share my campaign with your friends, perhaps someone else can help.

Thank you.❤️‍🩹

VETTED by @gazavetters ✅️ (#502) & #3 verified by @bilal-sala7✅️

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