"I asked ChatGPT--"
Yeah well, I asked the wasps nest in my attic. It sang its answer so beautifully to me, but I am so very afraid of it. Perhaps it will soothe my itching soul...
Hey guys! This person came to message me, asking me for help to spread their link so they can raise more money! If you're able to, please donate through the link above or in their bio, and if you're not able to, please repost!!
Hello, I'm Asmaa from Gaza.
I was born in 1991.
I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.
My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.
I worked in a private job and received a salary that covered my expenses as much as possible.
We were happy until the war came.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing now.
My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.
My brothers, Mahmoud, and Ashraf stayed behind.
We cried several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.
During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced down the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape. Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers. I lost my beloved son Mahmoud. Ashraf Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who are grieving, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without saying goodbye, without a kiss on their forehead, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better life and a dignified life. May God bless you all.
If you're seeing this, please repost or donate to help this family. These people have reached out to me because they're in need of money, as most of you know it's a dire situation they're in, and if you're able to, please donate, even something as small as 5 dollars can help, and if you can’t donate please repost
Stop please 🛑🚨
Hunger is eating away at my daughters' stomachs. 😭😭😭
Hello, I am Arej from Gaza. I have two little girls. I have no one else. Maryam is injured and Talia has malnutrition. We have nothing. Our house was destroyed because of the brutal war. It took our house, my daughters’ room, and their clothes. We were left without even clothes. This is not enough, but today hunger is gnawing at my daughters’ stomachs. We also do not have food. Please, I am grateful to every person who will stand with us. Your standing with us means that you are truly a human being. Please help me so that I can at least feed my daughters. Life is very difficult and the prices are very high. Yesterday I had the last of the flour. Today I do not have the flour to make bread for my daughters. Maryam, my little daughter, has been asking for bread since yesterday. A bag of flour costs about $500. I am very tired and sad. Please, anyone with a living conscience and a clean heart, help me.
We live in a tent in very cold weather and in extremely difficult conditions
My children need your generous donation that will change our lives for the better
I have never seen days like these in my life. They are more like hell. I have not been able to provide milk for my daughters because of the high prices. Please help me. Help Maryam who is injured. We have no one. Please save us.
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1,000 RAISED OF 50,00
PLEASE MY FRIENDS, WE NEED YOUR SUPPORT TO ESCAPE THIS DANGER AND FIND SAFE PLACE TO LIVE.
EVERY LITTLE CONTRIBUTION HELP.
This bitch has been occupying my brain for WEEKS/pos
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
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I have devastating news. I’m Musab Ahmed, and for no clear reason, GoFundMe disabled the contact that was responsible for receiving and transferring the funds from my campaign to me, starting April 21st, 2025. Even though I had raised 24% of my goal, I was unable to access any of the money I worked so hard to collect. We tried reaching out to them multiple times, but they haven’t responded, and now I’ve been forced to start over from scratch.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I nearly had a heart attack from the shock and stress — especially after all the hope and effort I poured into that campaign.
Here is the link to my new fundraiser. Please, if you can donate or even just share it, your support would mean the world to me. I urgently need the funds, as I still haven’t been able to undergo the second surgery for my shoulder, and things are getting harder by the day.
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👋 Hello
my name is Ghada, and I am from Gaza. 🍉 In a single moment, my family’s life and mine were turned upside down by the devastating war that swept away everything we owned. 💔 Our home, our memories—everything we built over the years—reduced to rubble. 🏚️ Today, we find ourselves living in a school sheltering displaced families, uncertain and fearful of what tomorrow may bring. 😢
We are now in desperate need of your support, asking from hearts heavy with pain but full of hope. 🙏🏻 Donations and help, no matter how small, are a lifeline to us. 💸 Every contribution brings us a step closer to safety, 🕊️ and to the chance of rebuilding our lives once again, far from the destruction and fear. 🏡🌟
We dream of a future where we can live in peace, with dignity, and have a new start. ❤️ Your humanity and generosity can make a difference in our lives.🌍
From the depths of our hearts, thank you for standing with us during these darkest times. 💔🙏🏻
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