Hello everyone ,,Please don't let my words pass like this.
Actually I need your help to donate for my mother's treatment, as my mother suffers from blood clots in her foot and cartilage in her back and neck and needs treatment and needs a bed and a medical mattress. This happened in July 2024. We noticed her tiredness and she went to the hospital. This was due to displacement and walking a lot due to lack of transportation. The doctor wanted her to rest. Please help us. I will never forget your kindness.
Please pray for my mother's speedy recovery.
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My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
I am Aya Osama Al-Dahdooh, 13 years old. I send you greetings from Gaza City, where I currently live amid a very harsh war. Before the current war on Gaza, my family and I had beautiful dreams, like the dreams of birds and flowers, but the war has destroyed them. My family has lost all the necessities of life.
My family consists of my father, whose name is Osama. He is a doctoral researcher at Leeds American Academy. He owned a professional training center and an accounting office, both of which have been completely destroyed by the war. Throughout his training journey, my father trained thousands of people in Gaza. But today, he has lost his job, his center, and even the house we lived in.
My mother is a nurse named Noura, and I have three siblings: Farah, who is 15, Ubaida, who is 17, and Mohammed, who is 6 years old. Today, we are suffering from intense fear because of the bombing and missiles. We have been displaced from our home 15 times. The war has killed about 200 of my friends, neighbors, and schoolmates. We suffer from chronic illnesses due to malnutrition. The voice of my childhood asks: Why are we exposed to death, hunger, and disease every day?
Our home has been severely damaged and is no longer fit to live in because it’s located in an area with intense firefights. Life in Gaza has become almost impossible, as we are exposed to death, hunger, and disease. For this reason, we wish to leave Gaza and move to a safe country. My family wants to build a new future; we want to learn, dream, play, think, and share in the joys of others.
Time is running out, the war is getting fiercer, and death surrounds us from all sides. We still have hope that you will help us. We hope you will donate to us so we can leave Gaza because travel expenses are very high. My father will re-establish his training center and accounting office as soon as we reach a new location. We will be able to buy healthy food, clean clothes, safe water, and medicine to treat
No donation is too small.
There are noble human actions.
With all our love.
Aya and her family from Gaza City.
All of you here on Tumblr, don’t ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? ✊🏽 While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enough—our hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here 🍁 I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
Majd Al-Habeel @youseffamily has known little of life without suffering. After losing his home to IOF bombardment, he and his parents were forced to live in a tent. This wreaked havoc on Majd’s health, as he is diagnosed with a serious respiratory illness that limits his ability to breathe. Living in a tent leaves one exposed to dust, dirt, debris, vermin, mold, fungus, and harsh weather—the worst possible environment for a child with his condition.
His family requires mutual aid to provide for Majd’s life-saving care, as well as to procure food, water, medications, other supplies, and clothing and gear for winter. They are a little over two-thirds of the way to their current listed goal, with still a long way to go. Please help this family out and give sweet Majd a better chance at life.
Thank you❤️
Majd’s family’s campaign was reblogged by 90-ghost and is supported by @khanger
What if Michael Aston and Henry stein switched places in their universe I’m gonna post the scenario in a lil bit.
I hope you are all well, I am Hanan from Gaza, I am in dire need of donations please, we live in tents, the rain water is leaking and it is very cold, my house was bombed and we narrowly escaped death and my children were hit by shrapnel, I am a mother of two children, Dana, 3 years old and Adam, 2 months old, Adam was born during the war, I went out from the hospital to the tent, we cannot buy food because of the high prices, there are no winter clothes for my children, the situation is very difficult, I am in dire need of saving my children's lives from death, I want you to support my campaign for me to protect my children from the dangers of the war we are living between death, destruction and the smell of blood, please help me for my children, I hope with your humanity, kindness and doing good for my children, they die every day, I cannot see my children suffering greatly, suffering and displacement, we have been displaced several times, our tent was destroyed due to displacement, I cannot provide the minimum needs for my children. Please do not let me down. I need your support and donations so that I can collect and secure travel expenses and survive from death. Please help me, I will be very grateful🇵🇸🙏🥹.
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Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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Ps: (Instead of me writing elvish since I need to find a translator, just using • to mark where the elvish words are supposed to be) •
Lotr/ Hobbit X Black reader Part 2
“Ah, Lindir.” Gandalf spoke to Lindir with a small smile with mirth.
•”We heard you had crossed into the Valley.”• Lindir spoke as he descended the steps with his hands behind his back as he mostly focused his attention on Gandalf.
Gandalf walked over to him halfway close to face to face. “I must speak with Lord Elrond.” He asked him with a hint of seriousness in his voice before he heard another voice as another pair of footsteps descended the stairs. He looked up to who the voice belonged to as he listened.
“My Lord Elrond is not here.” You spoke as you descended the stairs with your words carrying along with the wind that blew through your hair some before standing alongside Lindir as you nodded towards Gandalf as a greeting. “Not here? Where is he?” Gandalf asked as he looked towards you and Lindir giving you a small smile which you returned.
The Dwarves looked towards you and Lindir weary as they looked to him before a few glances towards you, some looked curious while a few looked amazed or surprised.
Thorin looked weary yet curious as to what or who you were, especially since you lived with the elves of Rivendell, in his eyes the enemy. Dealing shared the same thought but even he couldn’t deny your beauty was something.
Kili, Fili were however looking no towards you curious yet in awe. You looked very different from the women they would see along their journey’s with their uncle. Others had fair skin, and long straight hair but you….you looked the opposite and they couldn’t help but admired your sun kissed skin that looks to hold the many gems of the earth, your hair that was curly and thick but seemed to defy gravity, you very own eyes and features could pull them deeper in, as the one ring did to its wearers.
Nori was giving you an intrigued yet optimistic look as his mouth was slightly agape at your looks. Balin closed the youngin’s mouth as he looked toward you respectfully and with some intrigue as you were a rarity among the people in Rivendell.
Bombur and Bifur were giving you sweet intrigued looks with a small smile. They looked alert as the others were but you didn’t appear to be an elf, but if you were, then you were very much otherworldly to them since your presence was like any other unmatched as well as your beauty.
Bilbo had to move around a little to try and catch a glimpse of you but was blocked slightly by the Dwarves. Before he could get the opportunity to catch a glimpse of you, You all heard the elven war party horn as the Dwarves turned towards the sound looking on guard as the war party rode in circling around them….
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I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.
Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.
We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.
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