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Our dreams have been destroyed, and we have nothing left...😞

🫂You're our last hope in this life🫂

I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband is Mohammad... We got married in 2022 in a house full of love and happiness. Our house was beautiful, we chose everything in it carefully... We were waiting for the end of the day to go there after a tiring day of work, but the occupation did not leave us. 😔😭💔

This house was bombed with all hatred. Here we are after the genocide. We have nothing... We lost our house, our work, and our car.😭😞

We were displaced to Rafah in a tent that could not accommodate 5 people, and after the displacement from Rafah, we were displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis again. It was a very difficult period... but now we are in Mawasi Khan Yunis in a tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.😞😭

This is our tent, its floor is made of cardboard, as you can see, and I suffer from severe eczema due to the pollution of the air and the materials used, and the medicine is very expensive.😭💔

Urgent: My husband needs a very necessary operation and medication. Please help my husband in order for his health to improve. He is in pain.😞😭🫂🙏🙏

Help us and donate to us. You are our last hope and the lifeline of this life. 🫂🙏

We need you...Donate to us and save what is left of us.😞🙏🙏

Link campaign ⬇️ ⬇️⬇️

https://gofund.me/8f634db2

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5,266 / 50,000 USD

11% Funded

The current blog that messaged me is also @lamahourani6

Every action Does Help!

Shares help get more attention. And more attention means more donations.

And every donation will help those in Gaza survive until they can evacuate!

GFM has donation refunds for a year so giving is easy and low risk!

Thank You!

PLEASE STOP AND LOOK! Help This Ghazzawi Family!

Eslam is a teacher and a young mother of 2; Hanaa (age 5) and Ana (age 1). Since last year, she and her family have been fighting to survive the siege on Ghazzah.

She and her family lost their home to the bombings, displacing them all to a tent. The unhygienic conditions have caused both of Eslam's children to develop skin diseases.

Medicine and soup are extremely expensive in Ghazzah, $30 a bar; since Eslam's husband Rasmi had his place of work bombed, these prices are are completely unsustainable.

In order to help support their daily life and be able to evacuate, they need to raise $50,000 USD. So far, they've only raised $14,262 USD; their last donation was 4 hours ago.

Everyone, please contribute what you're able; donate if you can and share their campaign. Everything helps.

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🙏😔Stop, please 😔🙏

Don't ignore me, listen to our sad story💔🥹🍉

We have been displaced several times, and our tragedy has reached the point that we now live in a tent that is unfit for living. We desperately need your help, I have launched a donation campaign but I cannot get the funds so I can get €25000 to get through this current crisis.

I know that the world is full of people who want to help others, and you are one of them. Please be with us in this ordeal and share your donation to help us get out of these difficult situations🫂🥹🥹🙏🙏🍉

Donate, share and be the reason for our happiness 🙏❤️🫂🥹🍉😭🇵🇸💔😣

We need to get out of the danger zone I am in now, I want your support to never stop, I discovered Tumblr a few months ago and met good people who helped me a lot, we will never forget that, you are my lifeline, please support us now

I thank everyone who helped us during this difficult time. Recently, we have witnessed great massacres and non-stop bombing over our heads, and we are witnessing a famine more than before.

Love answering ”why are you transgender?” with “God told me to” because it’s funny and it confuses everyone except for me. And God. Because he told me to.

People see being queer as being fundamentally divorced from the concept of religion so if I tell people that my faith is interconnected with my journey to coming out as trans and played a big role in it they don’t really believe me. So saying “God told me to” is funnier than telling the whole story.

The day I came out to my dad and brother as trans was a Sunday and during the holding hands part after communion I looked up at the stained glass on the ceiling in the church and got this overwhelming sickening terrifying feeling that I’d been in the closet too long.

You normally think of spiritual experiences as happy but I felt sick in that moment deep in my chest because I knew I had to do it now. I’d been hiding too long. And you might read that moment differently than I did but to me that was my sign. And I was terrified the whole time but I did come out to my family that day. It was like pulling a thorn out. Painful but absolutely necessary.

Sometimes a sign from God is comforting and other times it’s Him telling you to do your homework. And that’s also a part of faith.

I’m not asking all of you to believe the same things I do. I don’t do that. Evangelizing isn’t one of my gifts or something I’m interested in. But I would ask you to make space for stories that don’t fit your idea of how being trans is supposed to work. Whether they involve religion or not.

There’s no one universal experience we all have and I feel like sometimes other trans people just assume that I’ve been burned by religion the exact same way they have. I haven’t been. In fact, religion and my faith community has often been there for me when secular society hasn’t been. And that too is a transgender experience. Not a universal trans experience, but my trans experience for sure.

I forget exactly where I saw the initial post asking for volunteers, but on July 10th, I reached out to the listed email. Jane, the organizer, got back to me right away and within an hour I was added in their discord.

Up until this point, I had been maintaining an average 8 ESims myself, so I already had experience checking in on them on a daily basis. The folks there helped me onboard with the spreadsheets for keeping track, and now it's very easy for me to catalog new ones I buy and record daily data usage. The whole process takes me maybe 20-40 minutes a day depending now on how many ESims actually need to be topped off.

Jane has been very up front with lots of the group's information, with frequent announcements about the groups current funds and amounts of daily ESims sent out. She and the others have been super helpful with getting funds to us when needed, and I've almost never had to actually spend any of my own money for any of this.

In the time that I've been volunteering, they figured out how to run a Business account with the Nomad ESim company. Which means that now and then they can just send 15 or so ESims my way, and I just catalog them and send the QRcodes towards Mirna and the Connecting Gaza folks. No more wasting time with the purchasing process, while getting a bit of a bulk discount on top of that.

We also share updates on whatever brand of ESims are most needed. When folks on the ground tell us that one network doesn't seem reliable, we are able to switch over for a while until either the networking issue is fixed, or we all pressure customer service enough to replace them for us.

There's also lots of complaining about new UI updates an general website bugs. There's surprisingly a lot of them and it's good to know other folks are getting info from customer service when things go wrong.

In August they made a meme channel

Anyways....

Lets get into some stats for myself. In 2 months (July 10- Sept12) I have:

Send off 171 ESims

Maintained around 60 active ones

Topped up these active ESims 139 times

Spend over $6400 donated dollars

I have multiple power users who have burned through close to 100GB. 2 of them have broken 200GB. These are most likely being used as hot spots.

Why am I sharing all of this? Mostly to show how easy it has been to make a marginal difference. I have helped at least 60 people stay connected with the outside world in just 2 months. Probably more if we assume some of the power users becoming hotspots for other folks. This is 20-40 minutes of my time a day, and I honestly regret not signing up to do this sooner.

I was specifically limiting myself to this workload because I wanted to test the waters. Those stats was me specifically not wanting to push myself and see what impact a normal person could make with 20 minutes a day. At this point I think I will be taking more advantage of Nomad's Tuesday discounts to really bulk up my numbers. It's pretty easy to buy 15 or so every Tuesday, and then send em over.

If you would like to join us in this endeavor, please reach out to Jane at cripsforesimsforgaza(at)gmail

We are specifically looking for people in European time zones, since a lot of us are in the Americas and that's quite a difference between us and Gaza. If not, that's no problem!

If you can't participate, that's totally fine, but please donate what you can! Folks like you are the ones who keep us going!

I hope this information has been useful in some way. Like I said, I wish I had heard about this group sooner, with how easy it has been to do. I can track my direct impact of what my daily time is doing for folks, and seeing the data be used up a little bit more day by day gives me hope for everyone in Gaza. Thank you for your time.

In the last year, I've become disabled with a joint condition that leaves me unable to walk long distances. Thankfully, I had the privilege of being given a wheelchair for free that I can use when I need it. I can't imagine how I would be living now without it.

So I can't imagine how it feels for my friend @ghadaanqar and their family to go without a needed disability aide for their little girl, Iman. Iman has osteoporosis and desperately needs braces for her legs to be able to walk and function. In an already very difficult and scary situation, it pains me to know a girl that young cannot move the way her peers can.

I have been speaking to Ghada in DMs and they have been very sweet and kind. Their story speaks to me especially as somebody who has also struggled to afford medical care for a complex disability like this. If you have even a dollar to spare, please consider giving it to this family. Everyone deserves dignity and the ability to care for themselves and their disability!

They are currently at 40% funded. I know we can push it higher than that! Tagging under the cut for attention.

Search is turning up nothing, but that's Tumblr even if there is something, so:

Have I told you guys about my many adventures with the brothel massage parlour around the corner from my house yet?

Looks like I haven't. Okay, well, let's see. I'll just give highlights, but it'll be long, so let's do a readmore.

So, in mid-2022, I dared to age past about 35 and therefore started withering bodily. Of course, this is partly my fault, because I do not get enough exercise, but also (shakes fist at uncaring universe, pulls muscle in fist) Life Hates Me

So, I started getting muscle pain between the shoulder blades. In my case, this is actually one of those annoying to-avoid-one-disability-you-created-another things, because I've had problems with my lower back since I was in my mid-20s thanks to never using proper lumbar support. Therefore, my standard spot to be in my living room became the sofa that stretches away from the TV, because then I could lie on the sofa and prop my head up on the arm to watch, but that means I spent several years as a recreational candy cane and NOW HERE WE ARE. I remember desperately trying to find a massage therapist that could see me that day before I went away to Edinburgh in August that year, and there was nowhere at all available. I had to get one in Edinburgh when I arrived, which was lovely, but also about £20 more expensive, because Edinburgh.

And then! In November! Of 2022!

I must have wished really hard. Because around the corner from my house - so close I could forward roll that distance, if it weren't for, you know (gestures at body, pulls muscle in arm)... a massage parlour opened.

Except. Here's the thing.

It had a name like "Swansea Oriental Massage" or "Thai Lotus Massage" or what have you (real name not given for privacy reasons.) The kind of name that makes you go "Ah. An independent business, likely staffed by workers fresh from abroad, with a name that implies exotic women to a certain type of client. This may be entirely what it claims, but it definitely Fits a Profile."

And to be clear, I have no issues at all with it being a brothel! I truly, genuinely don't. But for obvious reasons, I do want to know if I'm booking a session with a masseuse or a sex worker, because those are very different types of happy endings.

if you read books titled "A Blank of Blank and Blank" i dont want to hear your opinion ‼️

It’s almost christmas. Palestine is still under the brutal oppression of Israel. Please, donate what you can to Palestinians.

Donate to help the people of Gaza Soup Kitchen feed Gaza: https://www.gofundme.com/f/Hot-meals-in-gaza-daily

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people refusing to accept pre or never transition, "loud", dominant, assertive, gender non conforming, and even masculine trans women because they're a "threat" to you... i see you, only wanting to accept trans women if we take up as little space as possible. we can see right through you

just fucking with some dinosaurs. some raw forces of nature

Pacific Rim (2013, Dir. Guillermo Del Toro)

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They're using remote control exactly the way god intended

Oh my god

Good morning my friends who always support Gaza 🔆🫶

I miss you all and may God always protect you and your families from all evil 🙏

Today the weather is beautiful and the sun is shining 🫂, so my child Tim and I decided to go for a small walk near our house.

But every time I go out with my child and see the extent of the destruction, I feel a pang in my heart 😞💔, because my beautiful Gaza has changed and I no longer recognize its beautiful streets that provide comfort and safety as before.

My five-year-old son Tim, as he looks at all the ugliness and rubble, keeps asking me, "Mama, why doesn't a big bird come and carry us and take us far away so we can live like before? I'll bring my toys Mickey and Superman and fly in the sky 😔

He falls silent and repeats his question, "Mama, when will the war end?" Well, we'll go to heaven like my friend Omar

Omar is Tim's close friend. Every day they used to play together in front of the house, but he was martyred by shrapnel while playing in front of his house after we got used to the sound of his jokes, laughter and activity. Now he's not here and Tim always asks about him. Because of his insistence, I told him that he too, Tim, went to heaven 🙂‍↕️💔, like your grandfather, grandmother and uncle, they are all in heaven now.

It's true that it's a small outing, but our life and our story are big 🙏🫂

This is part of our daily life with our children who ask many questions and the answers are beyond their mental capacity to comprehend what It happens over the course of a year and three months because we are in a war.

Your prayers and your support for me, Tim, my family, my husband, my mother, my father, and my brothers, always stay safe 🙏🫂

Every time I get help from you I tell Tim about it, the only thing that keeps me close to the safety of my child and my family is your donation and sharing our story with all your friends 🙏🫂

Don't abandon our family with all my love 💔

@gaza-evacuation-funds @nabulsi @northgazaupdates2

The least thing a person can live in Gaza☹️

If you donate any amount, if it is small, it can benefit an entire family.

This is legitimately a comedic masterpiece.

This the longest continuous thought I have ever read from Dril and it scares me. It’s like finally seeing a full page from The King in Yellow