Here, I lived my entire childhood and studied my whole life in this room, which has now become rubble. This house evokes in my soul images of cherished memories and loved ones. However, when this sanctuary turns into ruins, it becomes a nightmare. I lived my whole life in my home, where every corner held a memory, but after a catastrophe, everything I knew vanished in an instant.
As I searched through the debris, I sought to find small traces of my past—things that held immense personal value. My once vibrant study room is now in ruins, filled with twisted metal and dust.
I created a short video documenting my emotional journey through the destruction, hoping to convey the profound sense of loss I felt. Despite the devastation, I cling to the belief that memories endure. The physical home may collapse, but its spirit lives on through the memories it contained. I am determined to rebuild my life, as hope empowers us to persevere in the face of adversity.
I hope you can donate me, even a little, because it can make a big difference.
Link to my GoFundMe campaign: https://gofund.me/463cbf01
you say it's my villain era and what you mean is that when you were six you panicked about wearing the right thing to kindergarten, what you mean is that in middle school nobody was eating, what you mean is that you spent high school prepping for college and college prepping for adulthood and adulthood fucking lost in the system.
what you mean is that you've been good. you were a good team player. you would have never considered yourself perfectionist - those are people more popular, prettier, more successful - but you carry any flaw like a secret in you, terrified someone will desert you for the simple reality of your personhood.
if you were good you could be loved. you could be loved if you were selfless and thoughtful and caring. if you bent over for every person, if you went above-and-beyond, it would absolve you of who you actually were. deep down, how horrible that you had needs. that you had boundaries, that you had desires. you learned young that you cannot afford to cut people out of your life - you would have nothing left. it is better to live in the service of others, to supplicate. to worship. you weren't exceptional, you had to make up for it in some way. to prove to others you were worthy.
if they need you, it's the same thing as loving you. if you are always-there, always-listening, always-friendly, you are filling a role. you have a purpose. you are living correctly.
villain era, you repeat. you mean: yesterday you finally told a man no. for hours afterwards, you couldn't control your heartbeat. you mean: you've been saying positive affirmations on repeat, trying to teach yourself any new thing about how self care is necessary. you mean: three weeks ago, due to a scheduling conflict, you finally told a coworker that no, you couldn't do them a "quick favor". you have felt bad about that ever since. sure, it would have made you work late and it would have been extra stress - but you feel bad about it nevertheless.
you tell your therapist you have been leaning into evil. she asks what that means. when you tell her: sometimes i prioritize my own needs, she doesn't find it funny. she looks at you a long time.
"and that's evil?" she clarifies.
"well," you say. "feels evil to me."
A new fundraiser has just been started to help a Sudanese health clinic.
As the rainy season starts, there's an increased risk from diseases like cholera and malaria. This clinic will be the only available health resource for 60,000 people.
The people behind it are very trustworthy, they've already been setting up gofundmes for food and healthcare in other places in Sudan.
I've tried to kick things off and I hope those that can't donate will help boost.
John Boyega at Hyde Park demonstration #BlackLivesMattter
I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.
My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.
This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.
A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.
We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.
It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.
My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.
currently at $62, 315 / $70, 000 (02/09/24)
WE'RE ALMOST THERE FOLKS!!!
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Trying to help family trapped in Gaza for 10 months
Hello everyone, and hope you read my story.
I’m Mohammed Shamia, a fourth year student of laboratory medicine.
I’m trying to get funds for my family of 9 members
With the beginning of the donation campaign, I was the first individual from my family escape to Egypt after 200 days, so I could help my family to get out of Gaza.
Unfortunately, the crossing close and my family still in Gaza
My family lost everything, our house and my brother's house, we lost our happy lives
Now my family lives in difficult conditions in Gaza and fear between plastic walls that do not protect from the summer heat or the cold of winter
This is how my family struggles daily to obtain the most basic rights
We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to help me reach the goal in order to secure the life of my family,and the beginning of a new life. Every help or donation through you makes a big difference. Do not underestimate how the difference is for someone who needs your support
My GFM campaign link
Thank you for complete reading
Mohammad Shamia
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I Really Need Your Help To Evacuate Them To A Safe Place As Soon As Possible 💔
You Can Help By Donating, Sharing, Or Reblog 🥹🙏.
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Please Share Or Replog Or Donate For My Family 💔🙏
currently at €3, 479 / €38, 000 (30/08/24)
LOW FUNDS
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My little brothers have not comprehended what is happening to them from this humanitarian disaster and we have never lived this life before. We are living the worst tragic moments and hell has not stopped yet.
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