Some days, I wake up and wonder how we are still here, still fighting to survive. The weight of everything we have lost is heavy. Twenty-five members of my family are gone. Their laughter, their presence, their warmth—wiped away in an instant.
Our home, the place where we built our lives, is now nothing but rubble. The life we had before is completely gone, and every day is a struggle to find a way forward. But what gives me hope is the kindness of strangers—people I have never met, yet who have chosen to care.
Today, we’ve reached $2,500, and while it’s still a long way from what we need, it means everything to us. It means we are not forgotten. It means people see us, hear us, and want to help.
💔 We have been displaced over and over, forced to flee with nowhere safe to go. 💔 We have no home, no stability, no certainty about what tomorrow will bring. 💔 Every day is a battle, not just for survival, but for dignity, for hope, for a reason to keep going.
Even $5 might not seem like much, but for us, it is the difference between despair and a small moment of relief. It is proof that someone still cares. And if you can’t donate, simply sharing this post helps more than I can express. You never know who might see it and be able to help.
To every person who has donated, shared, or simply taken the time to read our story—thank you. You are part of our hope, part of our strength. You are making a difference in our lives, and I will never forget that.
To all Tumblr users, don't leave me alone ‼️💔
My name is Samir, and I am just a simple man, carrying great love for my family and small dreams I have always wished to fulfill.
Our path in life has never been easy. We are a family of seven, living under harsh conditions that only God truly knows.
I do my best every day to provide my children and family with the basics of life: food, clean water, and a dignified living. But the burden has become heavier than I can carry alone.
Every day, I wake up with the sunrise, holding on to a new hope that I can cover our most basic needs: a simple meal on the table, clean water to drink, and a notebook and pencil for my son who dreams of completing his education.
But expenses continue to rise, and the small income I earn is barely enough to cover even the essentials.
I did not turn to this fundraising campaign out of greed or luxury, but out of genuine need and belief in the goodness that lives in people’s hearts.
I humbly ask for your support to help me provide education for my children, and food and clean water for my family.
Your help, no matter how small, could change our lives and open a new door of hope toward a better future.
I appeal to you from the heart of a father who only dreams of seeing his children grow up healthy and safe to be part of this journey with us.
Please, contribute whatever you can and share our story with others. Your support whether through donations, words, or sharing truly makes a difference.
I got $1760 in a very long time almost 7 months
I need any small donation, it will mean a lot to me, any donation, even if it is $1
May God bless every giving hand and reward you with goodness.
Nanami episodes are known for being very silly but I really like how much more serious her duel episodes are. Her naivety is usually played for laughs but during these episodes we get to face the underlying but obvious reality that oh yeah Nanami is being emotionally manipulated by her brother into tying her entire sense of identity and self worth to him, believing she is becoming better by doing so when actually she is degrading herself to please him to the point she metaphorically turned into a cow at one point. That's not funny, that's fucking horrifying.
I feel weird saying this about Los Angeles, but people are going to need help. We've got record breaking fires right now, and several insurers went on a spree cancelling fire coverage for peoples houses. So, if their home goes up, they have no help. Palisades is burning in a richer area, so is Pasadena. That doesn't mean they're exclusively rich people zones. Yeah, VP Harris' neighborhood was evac'd, but it looks like 75% of Palisades could be gone.
So when you see fundraisers for people, please don't lump everyone into a bucket called Rich Bastards. It's bad. Historic, record breaking bad. I know one person who confirmed that his house is gone. Two more who evac'd and don't know if their house survived. And at this point, half a dozen in warning zones.
I am fine where I am, and tbh, if my location ever got evac'd for a fire of this kind, it would be the kind of fire that just gets called The Great [City Name] Fire. Don't worry about me.
Hold some compassion for folks, please. Your first thought of LA is probably rich bastards. That's the vocal minority. Housing is appallingly expensive, and people who just lost fire coverage are losing everything.
Its about to be real lucrative to be a snitch. Guard your information. And guard your friends information.
don't give up. you have GOT to outlive elon musk
I feel like I need to point out that there is a huge difference between saying "The writers aren't equipped to write systems of oppression well, and it would benefit them to hire people from other worlds who are, or else we will be in this stagnant hell forever." and "The writers are racist, they should lose their jobs."
"Every night, My brothers and sisters, my sick parents, and I sleep in fear, praying that it won’t be our last night alive. We live with constant terror, and all we wish for now is to survive and find safety. Please, we are begging you—help us with any amount, even the smallest, so we can escape this nightmare and find a place where we can live in peace."❤️🩹
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Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
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