this blog stands with palestine and if you don’t you can get the fuck out. what israel is doing is genocide and i will not tolerate anyone who supports it.
The reaction to Biden having cancer on this website remind me why I don’t care what 90% of the people on here think. You can act as moral as you want but many of you are just terrible people.
@staff why do you want people to die?
going off the reblogs on that post, @90-ghost got deactivated only within the last few hours
ahmed's blog was vital for helping verify palestinians' fundraisers. now that his blog is gone, there's so many broken links that are going to cast doubt on if a fundraiser is valid or not
hey everyone its april fools. but dont worry i dont have anything planned. just going to sit here and...
Free Palestine graffiti on the Bill Clinton statue in Pristina, Kosovo
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
ISNAD is a campaign that focuses on helping gazan students pursue their education in an adequate environment; (organized by @ma7moudgaza2)
the campaigns blog (@/isnadgaza) was terminated earlier today.
ISNAD supports the “students of today and builders of tomorrow” by providing university students with a comfortable study room, books/stationary and adequate conditions for e-learning (such as internet access).
the campaign is currently supporting 30 students! ISNAD is now raising to cover next months expenses (about $2000).
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
Today the war is back again and the bombing is everywhere.
We were in famine and now bombing and killing Imagine 550 people were killed today, please I don't want me and my family to be numbers.
We want to get out to survive and stay in a safe place, help us with that.🙏🙏
@wolfertinger666 @wayneradiotv
oops this innocent private citizen claiming harassment was actually a public figure with an institutional role in maintaining a genocide and an apartheid state