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Help Hana and Youssef
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I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef...I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't... the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.
There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world.
Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..
I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now l have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account
My campaign is verified by 90ghost. verified campaign is listed as number 246 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein
5€ may seem small
The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.
This Is My Story, and I Kindly Ask You to Read It
Hi everyone,
I’ve stayed quiet for a while, hoping things would clear up on their own. But I can’t stay silent anymore. What’s happening is not just unfair — it’s deeply hurtful and confusing.
As many of you know, I’ve been sharing my story here for the past few months. I’m from Gaza, and like so many others, I’ve lost nearly everything because of this war — my home, my loved ones, my sense of safety. I started my campaign not to guilt anyone, but simply to survive, and to make sure that voices from Gaza are still heard.
In the beginning, I may have reached out to people too often. I was new to Tumblr and didn’t fully understand the limits of outreach. I realize now that some people felt overwhelmed by my messages, and I genuinely apologize if I caused any discomfort. That was never my goal. I was just trying to be seen in a world where we often feel invisible.
But this turned into something bigger.
Some users began spreading false claims about me — saying I’m not from Gaza, that I’m not the person in my photos. None of that is true.
Before I ever shared a single post, I contacted Gazavetters — a respected Tumblr page that vets campaigns from Gaza. They asked me to send a photo of myself in Gaza holding a paper with their name on it. I did. After reviewing everything, they verified me and added my name to their list as number 309.
First picture before the war
Second picture during the war
For weeks, I was listed as verified. Then one day, I was suddenly flagged as Spam/Bot — with no warning, no explanation, no message. I reached out again. They asked for a thing, I provided it, and they restored me.
But just a few days ago, a friend told me that I’ve now been flagged again — this time as Scam/Spam. I was shocked. I’ve messaged them again for answers, but so far, there’s been no reply.
This label is serious. People who once supported me are now doubting my entire story. And that hurts more than I can explain.
So I’m asking publicly, with full transparency:
Gazavetters — why did you mark me as Scam/Spam after already verifying me?
What proof do you have to support that?
Why was I not warned or contacted first?
@gazavetters
You shared a general post warning about people who pressure donors by saying things like, “If you don’t donate, I will harm myself.”
I have never done that.
I have never said anything extreme or manipulative.
I have always spoken kindly and respectfully — asking for help, or simply for a reblog.
What makes this harder is that I see other campaigns on your list using much stronger language, and yet they remain flagged “safe.” I am not here to criticize them — everyone struggles in their own way — but I do want to understand:
Why am I the only one flagged with such a damaging label, despite doing everything right?
I am not a scammer.
I am a real person — from Gaza — and I have nothing to hide.
If anyone has doubts, I invite you to talk to me directly, and I’ll gladly provide proof again.
But I also want to say this:
Gazavetters, you have a responsibility to be truthful and fair. You verified me. You received my proof. If you truly believe I’m a scammer, show the evidence. If not — then please be honest with the community and speak up.
Right now, people are using your flag as their only evidence to say I’m a liar. And your silence is allowing false narratives to spread. If you know I’m real — and you already verified me — then please tell people the truth.
Don’t silently mark me with a harmful label and walk away.
That’s not vetting. That’s feeding doubt.
To those who’ve supported me:
Thank you for your kindness, your reblogs, and your trust.
To those who doubted me: I understand, but I invite you to learn the full story before making a judgment.
To Gazavetters: I still respect the work you do, but I ask you to stand by your own process and your own words.
This is my campaign, if you want to read it and decide for yourself
Thank you so much for listening ❤️
woah there why am I being so angsty icl ts weird asl 💔💔💔💔
my mother deserves the world and honestly so does my father he's just got childhood trauma or something
I wanna do fencing so bad you don't get it like I wanna do fencing and archery and horse riding and make motorbikes and cars and tech stuff in general and work out and spend the day studying at my elite university and my nights at downtown dubai ( ok but uptown >> ) riding motorbikes and attending fancy art exhibitions and fashion shows
we don't bully people for not knowing how to ride bikes anymore
I wanna learn languages but I'm lazy so I just scroll through memes in that language and hope for the best
In the heart of Gaza
, where wounds never heal, a small family refuses to surrender. Their suffering has been transformed into strength, and they have made love their homeland. ❤️‍🩹🍉
Gaza is not just a city , but an immortal spirit, even in the most difficult circumstances. Despite everything, this family dreams of a better day.🏚🔜đźŹ
We hope you can help us build our lost home. Simple donations make a huge difference in our lives.🌿🇵🇸
Thank you to everyone for your support🫂🥹
the fact that people are just realizing how peak south asian women are and how beautiful our culture rlly is
I feel like we live in an era where racism towards south asans is at an all time high, yet people are also gravitating towards us and realizing we're actually normal ( and beautiful ) people
Tensions are increasing in the border. The continuation of my exams is uncertain. I've been preparing for my exams for 2 years.
To any Pakistani or Indian civilian reading this, my heart goes out to all of you. We should not have to suffer for the internal concerns of our governments.
My life feels unreal right now. I can barely get through the day and I lie awake at night, hoping for some form of escapism. I can listen to all the music I want, watch my favourite shows, attempt to actually study - though my motivation is seeping away - but the weight of this bores through my soul in a way that I cannot explain. We are not desperate, yet we cannot help but feel hopeless. My life might lay in the hands of a zealous strike.
Stay safe and do not lose hope, I anticipate that this will all be over soon.
