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After more than 20 years of service, Arsenal fired their former kit man Mark Bunnick. Not because of any wrongdoing — but simply because he stood with Gaza. No misconduct. No hate. Just solidarity.
@Arsenal must apologize, reinstate Mark, and stop silencing support for Gaza.
Don’t stop supporting Sami and his family, just like Mark Bunnick did — they are now between life and death due to direct bombing and starvation.
If you want them to stay alive, help now and donate.
Imagine your own children with no food, no home, nothing. They’ve lost everything.
Be like Mark Bunnick.

We are now in the heart of Gaza, inside a tent.
I thank everyone who donates, supports, and shares — so we can stay alive.
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(This post is brought to you by the fact that tumblr are, hilariously, claiming that 50% of current users are gen z, and I wanna see how accurate claim that is.)
My friend Zina @zinaanqar16 contacted me TODAY and told me that her daughter Ronza is suffering from malnutrition and anemia, which was confirmed after recent medical tests. She cries day and night because there is no milk or proper food available for her. She sent me pictures of her back and stomach, just some bones covering her soft skin. This innocent child should not have this happen to her. The same is true for her three siblings, who are also going hungry. Please donate to her vetted campaign (#213 on the vetted Gaza fundraisers list) so she can feed her children and keep them safe without risking her life. Food is outrageously expensive and the situation is URGENT!. Please donate and share widely!
If you would like to Donate Today, this beautiful Ronza deserves a better life as much as her eyes do.
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My partners friend went missing if you all could signal boost this!
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ngl the Lilo and Stitch remake is racist as fuck
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"aroaces can still date!" like okay?? then have you ever considered that allos can still want to be single as well but i guess ppl don't talk about that for some reason.
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Save my life 🩸🙏
I am Kawthar Zeyad Ramadan from Gaza, I am 29 years old
I live every day war, destruction and fear, a feeling that can only be described by those who live it.
War is not easy, as I lost part of my family, my home and my work.
I graduated from university with a high grade and worked as a fashion designer and opened my own project because it was my hobby from the beginning.
I developed and succeeded in my field, but the war came and I lost everything in a moment.
My work was my source of livelihood for my family, so because of it there was no longer any source of income.
Also, my mother has been suffering from kidney failure for years and needs dialysis 3 times a week.
Because of the war, she suffered from going to the hospital in danger and long distances.
Also, the lack of adequate care caused her severe fatigue and hospitals became an unhealthy place because of the large numbers who needed treatment.
I had many ambitions and dreams that I wanted to achieve and succeed and become a famous fashion designer.
All we wanted was to survive the war. We were forced to be displaced more than 10 times at least.
We suffer a lot from the tent as we lived the summer with its extreme heat as it is made of poor quality nylon
And from insects and diseases
And now winter has come and we are drowning in the tents and the extreme cold
We fear death every day, we love life
Your help by donating even a small amount is able to save my life and my family's from death
Every €15 or €20 will contribute to saving my family





Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #145 )
vetted by 90-ghost
Vetted by @gaza-evacuation-funds
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Happy Easter Holiday All🇵🇸
Happy Easter my friend, while children around the world celebrate Easter, here in Gaza we are starving to death and our children are being killed in cold blood. My firstborn was killed and here we are waiting to die from famine, scarcity of food resources and high prices. Make your Easter special by donating even a small amount so I can provide food for my family.
Donate 30$ to be able to get food for my family please 🙏
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Save our lives ‼️🚨
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.



My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
Share my campaign 🙏
Thank you 🩷
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Save our life !!❤️🥹
Hello again, I am Ahmed Mazen Hammad from Gaza, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now and we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 9 times,
every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of forced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,
We never imagined that a day would come when we would live all this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer around, I was left alone!! I search for salvation from death, I fear death and I fear it and I fear losing my father, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams and ambitions and the life you planned and depart from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,
I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??
In addition, my father has a very serious illness, he had a stroke, liver disease and other things that I lost, and I also lost my mother a month ago. My father needs care due to chronic diseases and lack of treatment, and his condition is getting worse, and I am the only one who takes care of her, so I am really afraid of losing and I do not want to lose, because I lost a big part of my family, my home, my work and my entire previous life.
Look at my father 💔 Our life is very painful I fear losing my father and living alone




Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful 💔
We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet
I do not want to die!! 🥺
Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible
Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please
My father faced death and surgeries because of the diseases he committed. Please I cannot live without my father. He has been my refuge after the death of my mother. Please donate to me so that I can provide for my father’s needs so that he can stay by my side.🙏🏻
You will not be the reason for my father's death or anything bad to happen. Please donate to save my father. If every person who donates will help me provide for my father's needs and provide him with the necessary medicine.
Share my campaign 🙏
Donate to me please 🍉
Thank you all 🍉🇵🇸
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support fat girls with weird curves
support fat girls with no butt
support fat girls with small boobs
dont just support the hour glass/big booty “acceptable” fat girl
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Help us🩸🔥
I ask everyone to look at us to sympathize with us. We have been here under bombardment and destruction for two years. The situation has not changed, but it is getting worse. Please help us. We are now dying of hunger. My little child can no longer stand it. I hope everyone contributes to feeding my child. Please breaks my heart. He cries all the time from pain and hunger.
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Hello my friend
Yesterday I collected enough money to buy milk and diapers for my infant daughter Habeeba, and we are very happy about that. Thank you very much for your donations and standing by our side, but now my thoughts have shifted to buying the needs of my sons Bashar, Hani, and Diana. As for the utmost importance, we are suffering from a lack of food and our inability to buy it due to the exorbitant prices. Also, in addition to the fact that they have no clothes at all, all their clothes were burned in the bombing of our tent on the first day of the truce. Also, we now do not have cleaning materials, mattresses, blankets, or a flashlight. We sleep every day with the flashlight of our mobile phone. In all honesty, we lack everything, and we do not aspire to provide all of that, but we want to have food for a day or two and a few of the basics that I mentioned previously. We are very simple and we want to remain that way. Thank you for your continuous support. I hope that you will share our story and donate to us if you can.
vetted by @gazavetters , and (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.

Today I took a picture of my daughter Diana and I wanted to share it with you. Diana is very happy. I bought her sweets today thanks to your donations.
A video clip from Al Jazeera News Channel. At the end of the video, I appear explaining how our tent was bombed and how I saved my children from the fire.
Please, my friends, share our story so it reaches everyone and donate to us if you can so that we can live and continue to struggle for survival.
Thank you all.
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Help Mahmoud Walk Again – Urgent Medical Aid Needed from Gaza
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My name is Mahmoud, I’m 39 years old, and I live in Gaza.
I suffer from a complete ACL tear in my right knee. Since this injury, I’ve been living in constant pain 😢 without proper treatment or relief.
I can’t walk properly, I’ve lost my ability to work, and my daily life has become a struggle. I feel broken, helpless, and forgotten. 💔


Please… I need your help.
🙏 I’m in pain every day.
🙏 I’m desperate.
🙏 I’m alone.
🙏 I’m asking for your mercy.
😭 Please don’t scroll past my pain.
🙏 I’m begging you.
🙏 Help me walk again.
🙏 Help me live again.
I don’t want to be forgotten.
The healthcare system in Gaza has collapsed. There are no resources for surgery, no physical therapy, and not even basic medications. I need to travel abroad to receive proper treatment—but I cannot do this on my own. 💔
The costs are far beyond my reach:
$8,000 to $12,000 for travel and surgery ✈️💉
Over $15,000 in debt 💸 from trying to survive without being able to work
I have a young child who depends on me for his care. He needs milk, diapers, and special supplies every day, but I can barely afford these basic necessities due to my inability to work. My family and I are struggling to make ends meet. 💔
I’m truly at the end of my rope.
I cry in silence every night, praying for a miracle. 😢
Could you be that miracle? 🙏
Please don’t let this message fade away.
Even $1 could help me get one step closer to life again. 💔
Your donation could be the reason I walk again.
Your share could be the reason someone else donates.
🙏 Please… help me. 🙏
To those who have already contributed, shared my story, or even just offered their thoughts and prayers: From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Your kindness means more than words can express. You are giving me hope, and for that, I am eternally grateful. 💖
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
💔 – Mahmoud 💔
Donation link: Help Mahmoud Travel So He Can Walk Again ✨
Thank you 🍉❤️
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Please help me and read my story to help my family in Gaza😭🇵🇸🇵🇸
** This is the second campaign because the person who helped me in the first campaign suspended his account.💔😔
Hi, I am not well. Can you help us with $50 to buy food after fasting for 15 hours? I swear we haven't eaten well for days. Please don't ignore me. Don't close the message without thinking of us. We need support. We need hope. We need life. We have nothing but prayers, but we need you for our survival. 😭💔







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URGENT: YOU CAN SAVE HAMMAD AND HIS FAMILY ❤️🩹‼️🇵🇸
VETTED BY ASSOCIATION: Hammad and his family are friends with Safaa [VETTED BY 90-GHOST]
$2,940 / $20,000
The last post about Hammad’s campaign is LOSING TRACTION FAST and DONATIONS ARE DWINDLING.
We need YOUR HELP to BOOST THIS POST: PLEASE REBLOG & SHARE ACROSS ALL OF YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA.
[DM FOR READY-TO-POST PICTURES & WORDS FOR HAMMAD’S CAMPAIGN SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HIT POST]
Meet Hammad A.

Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.
[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]
Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.
For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.

His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.

He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.

So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.
But a day came where deafening and core shaking sounds of shelling and bombardment shook the nearby area as they prepared food. Terrified, they ran for their lives. And when they were able to return, their tent has caught fire and burnt down, along with the few items in their tent that they were able to grab from their home before it was destroyed.

Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.
There is no more room for any more tragedy in his life. We cannot allow it.
While there is a lot of notes on the last post about Hammad’s campaign, traction has been dwindling fast and donations have been slowing down. I cannot emphasize enough the urgency of this campaign and how critically Hammad needs your help.
‼️ STAND IN SOLIDARITY WITH GAZA AND DONATE TODAY ‼️
Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.
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