In one corner of Gaza, drowning in destruction and echoing with suffering, sat Umm Saleh, a woman in her fifties, beside her modest tent hastily erected after losing her home in the latest bombardment. Her face told stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched on it as if they were records of unforgettable events.
Umm Saleh, who once lived in a small house filled with the voices of her children, now bore witness to the agony of displacement. She was forced to flee with her children after a shell hit their home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings she never imagined would become unattainable.
Every morning, Umm Saleh leaves her tent in search of sustenance to feed her children. She goes to bakeries providing aid, waiting for hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down her frail body, she carries the bread, dampened with her tears, and returns with a fake smile that conceals the worries of a mother striving to protect the remnants of her family.
At night, when everyone else is asleep, Umm Saleh remains seated at the entrance of the tent, gazing at the dark sky. She reminisces about the days gone by, about her home that was once filled with warmth, and about her elderly, ailing husband of 70 years. Despite the pain, she finds remnants of hope in her heart—a hope for a day when peace will return and her children and grandchildren will live in a new home brimming with joy.
In moments of solitude, Umm Saleh finds solace in prayer and supplication. She implores God to protect Gaza and its people and to wipe away the dust of sorrow from everyone’s hearts. She often repeats, “We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost.”
Umm Saleh is not just a displaced woman but a symbol of patience and strength in the face of harsh circumstances. Her story, like the stories of thousands of mothers in Gaza, embodies the continuous struggle for life in a land torn apart by war, yet still blossoming with hope.
My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them
Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink
anas’s gastric cancer is metastatic and he’s suffering terribly. i’ve seen videos and photos of him vomiting blood and i don’t feel right sharing even if he’s given me permission because i shouldn’t have to show you my sick friend at his worst for people to care. he is not alone. he still has to care for his parents all while dealing with this illness taking so much from him, and the hospitals in the strip have been left with nothing to treat him. all i want is my friend’s safety. all i want is his happiness. please give whatever you can
Ghada’s campaign on GoFundMe has had it’s transfers paused without cause. She relies greatly on donations to survive and now she is in desperate need of support. These are her words. Please donate and share.
Hello, I’m Ghada Mhasen, 20 years old, mother of a child born in war. She married shortly before the war and became pregnant a month before the war. The war came and killed my joy with my pregnancy and marriage, as we were forced to leave our house and flee.
I left my belongings and things behind. I couldn’t take anything. It was a difficult period with great difficulty. We found a tent to shelter my husband and me, because we had nothing.
No one helped us. We tried to manage our affairs with the simplest and least things, but we also had to flee again, as we fled to Rafah. I heard the news of my house bombing and it was shocking news for me because it was all we had.
My condition deteriorated and I was afraid for my unborn baby. Time passed and we tried to manage our affairs, but we almost died of hunger and almost lost my child, but thank God he remained fine. We continued to be displaced and our condition worsened.
My husband and I were very tired until we visited Khan Yunis for the last time. It’s time for me to have children and be born in a tent, a contaminated tent. There was no medical supplies. My condition was critical, but thanks to God, my child and I survived.
Now I can’t provide for his basic needs. We put below zero. I have now resorted to creating a Chuffed account to ask for help from you. Please help me, please. We need a tent to accommodate us from the winter and the needs of my child. We need food and drink. We need medicine.
My husband worked hard to provide the simplest things for us, but while he was working, a wall fell on him and broke his foot.
Now there’s no way to help us live except for this donation link.
Please save us. Please, every donation is important. It would have saved us from war, hunger and cold. We are not in one war. We are in three wars: the war of Zionism, the war of hunger and the war of cold. I ask you to save us. Every donation, up to $20, will save us from these wars. I am now living in a cloth that covers four sides without a roof. If winter really comes, we will die. Save us.
Thank God, now after the end of the war, we are still living a very difficult life. I still can’t provide for my child’s needs or provide any of our needs from eating and drinking, even water with difficulty, we bring it. We always wait for any help to come to us, but unfortunately, my child does not come, he is exposed to a lot of infections because of the bad Pampers that we use for. I just want to provide what is necessary. I want to ensure a good life for him most of the time. It’s rainy, uninhabitable tent. We always sink. I hope you to help us if in $50, please sympathize with us and my child. I trust you and thank you.
💥#Breaking: Israel halts entry of all humanitarian aid into Gaza as Phase I concludes. The IDF has been ordered to close all entries to Gaza.
Further evidence that the genocide in Gaza is still ongoing: Israel’s deliberate suspension of humanitarian aid to Gaza is a genocidal act that violates the ICJ provisional measures & a prosecution of the war crime of starvation, for which the ICC has issued arrest warrants.
Israel is preventing food to get into Gaza through EGYPT as well as through Gaza’s airspace & water space (while also fully destroying Gaza’s agriculture)
if you’re subscribed to Microsoft word, you probably received an email recently saying they’re upping their prices. Like, a lot. ($9.99/month instead of $6.99)
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I saw the AI, blacked out, and found I’d started writing my newest story longhand by candlelight about a fortnight later
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.
But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.
And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙
And I’m now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
The month of Ramadan is approaching. Ramadan is the fourth pillar of Islam, and is the month in which Muslims abstain from eating, drinking, smoking and bad behavior during daylight hours, focusing instead on prayer, meditation and charity.
I have experienced more loss than anyone should in a lifetime. My name is Naser, and war took everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home.
My brothers and I have been displaced twice, forced to leave behind not just possessions, but memories, security, and dreams. We have nothing but each other, and even that is not enough to rebuild a future.
🏡 What We Need 🔹 A home—so we no longer have to wonder where we will sleep. 🔹 Education—so we can rebuild our future, not just survive day by day. 🔹 Stability—so my youngest brother can just be a child again.
🎓 Our Dreams Didn’t Die With Our Home 🔹 I want to go to university. 🔹 My brother wants to be a doctor. 🔹 Another dreams of becoming an engineer.
But without support, those dreams will fade.
💙 How You Can Help Even a small donation makes a big difference. If you can’t donate, please share this post—your voice can reach someone who can help.
🙏 Thank you for believing in us. Thank you for giving us a reason to keep fighting for a future. ❤️
My name is Mosab, and I never thought I would have to write something like this.
Before the war, I had a life. A home. A family. But in one moment, 25 members of my family were taken from me.
My mother. My sisters. My nieces. The people I loved the most in this world.
The house we built, the place where we were together, was completely destroyed. We have been displaced twice, searching for safety, searching for a way forward. But when you have nothing left, where do you begin?
💔 I want to rebuild, but I can’t do it alone.
Right now, we are starting from zero. No home. No stability. No idea what tomorrow will bring.
Even $10 could be a step toward rebuilding. And if you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your kindness is our only hope.
Thank you for reading, for caring, for believing in our future. 💙
Kinda disheartening tbh when you search for people talking about something on tumblr and you find only a single post with like 10 notes. Anyway, I learned about this from Facebook just today and decided I’m going to abuse my follower count to spread the word.
You’ll have a hard time finding this in the news because it’s being covered up, but from February 4-present the RCMP have been conducting raids on multiple Mi'kmaw reserves part of Acadia First Nation. Their excuse is that they are searching for illegal cannabis.
During the raids, so far they:
Stole a number of truck houses
Stole money from an 8-yo boy’s piggy-bank that he had been saving for two years
Invaded homes and destroyed personal property, including basketwork and carvings
Broke the door down of a bathroom occupied by a 14-yo boy as he was using it - the boy has been traumatized by this
Assaulted a man for questioning why they were searching his property without providing a warrant, pinning him into the snow
Cut power of security cameras to hide these actions
I cannot stress enough that the RCMP coming down this hard on our people over motherfucking cannabis is nothing but a racist excuse. There are countless, countless, countless white-owned massive grow-ops making big money without cops lifting a single finger.
