Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—

you laugh through the pain,

you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,

you post memes in the darkest hours,

and somehow, your hearts remain warm.

When you feel someone is hurting,

you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.

I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.

I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.

*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️

I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔

Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.

My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”

And sometimes… I have no answer.

That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.

My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here

If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:

🌸Or PayPal🌸

And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.

Thank you, deeply.🌸"

☁️ I Share My Pain Every Day… But Is There Any Humanity Left?

Every day, I post photos of my family.

My children. Our broken home.

Not because I want to.

But because I’m forced to.

Because silence kills us faster than bombs😓💔.

This is Hamoud, my little boy🥹🫂.

He used to dream of becoming a doctor.

Now, he just dreams of a meal… a bed… a safe night without crying😭💔.

“Mama, will we eat today?”

“Mama, can we go back home?”

He whispers this with big teary eyes…

And I lie to him — because that’s all I can give him.

Gaza is bleeding

Chickens have vanished.

Sugar, oil, bread — unaffordable luxuries.

Prices have gone mad.

Borders are closed. Aid is gone.

We are told to leave our homes over and over. Where to? No one knows.

But the world?

The world just watches.

And keeps scrolling.

I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m begging for action.

If you see this, don’t turn away.

Share this. Speak about it.

Help me save Hamoud.

His life depends on people like you — people with hearts.

"Silence is a choice. And it's killing us"

Donation link

Or PayPal

Please donate 🍉

This pain will end one day, and I believe in that. We are going through great hardships, but hope has always been in my heart. The freedom for Palestine is now closer than ever🥹🇵🇸

✦ Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ɪɴ ɢᴀᴢᴀ ʜᴀs ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ✦

I am Kareman, a Palestinian mother from Gaza, and we are still alive after 475 days of war that began on October 7, 2023, and ended today. However, despite being alive, pain and sorrow have not left us. Everything around us has turned to rubble. I once said, "This pain will end one day, and I believe in that," but I never imagined that the pain would follow us in this way.

We returned to our home, only to find that the pain has deepened. Our home, which once embraced us, is now destroyed. The fishing boat, which was our only source of livelihood, was consumed by fire, taking away all hope. The fishing nets and equipment, which were our means of survival, have been burned. My husband, who supported us with his work, now has nothing but memories😭💔

As for me, I was a children's teacher, teaching them to love life despite the difficulties, but my school, which was once a place of hope, is now nothing but ash. We have lost everything, but we still hold on to hope thanks to Hamoud, who gives us the strength to keep going.

Today, we need you more than ever. We ask for your help in repairing my husband's fishing boat, as we have no other source of income. If we don't get the support to repair it, we will remain trapped in a cycle of poverty and need. But if we stand together, we can rise again.

Please, don't leave our families in this dark path. Every donation, no matter how small, represents a chance for us to live again.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your continued support, and I trust that hope will return thanks to your help.

Donation link through the campaign gofund

Or through PayPal

My campaing vetted by/

@90-ghost here

@gaza-evacuation-funds here

☁️ I Share My Pain Every Day… But Is There Any Humanity Left?

Every day, I post photos of my family.

My children. Our broken home.

Not because I want to.

But because I’m forced to.

Because silence kills us faster than bombs😓💔.

This is Hamoud, my little boy🥹🫂.

He used to dream of becoming a doctor.

Now, he just dreams of a meal… a bed… a safe night without crying😭💔.

“Mama, will we eat today?”

“Mama, can we go back home?”

He whispers this with big teary eyes…

And I lie to him — because that’s all I can give him.

Gaza is bleeding

Chickens have vanished.

Sugar, oil, bread — unaffordable luxuries.

Prices have gone mad.

Borders are closed. Aid is gone.

We are told to leave our homes over and over. Where to? No one knows.

But the world?

The world just watches.

And keeps scrolling.

I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m begging for action.

If you see this, don’t turn away.

Share this. Speak about it.

Help me save Hamoud.

His life depends on people like you — people with hearts.

"Silence is a choice. And it's killing us"

Donation link

Or PayPal

☁️ I Share My Pain Every Day… But Is There Any Humanity Left?

Every day, I post photos of my family.

My children. Our broken home.

Not because I want to.

But because I’m forced to.

Because silence kills us faster than bombs😓💔.

This is Hamoud, my little boy🥹🫂.

He used to dream of becoming a doctor.

Now, he just dreams of a meal… a bed… a safe night without crying😭💔.

“Mama, will we eat today?”

“Mama, can we go back home?”

He whispers this with big teary eyes…

And I lie to him — because that’s all I can give him.

Gaza is bleeding

Chickens have vanished.

Sugar, oil, bread — unaffordable luxuries.

Prices have gone mad.

Borders are closed. Aid is gone.

We are told to leave our homes over and over. Where to? No one knows.

But the world?

The world just watches.

And keeps scrolling.

I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m begging for action.

If you see this, don’t turn away.

Share this. Speak about it.

Help me save Hamoud.

His life depends on people like you — people with hearts.

"Silence is a choice. And it's killing us"

Donation link

Or PayPal

☁️ I Share My Pain Every Day… But Is There Any Humanity Left?

Every day, I post photos of my family.

My children. Our broken home.

Not because I want to.

But because I’m forced to.

Because silence kills us faster than bombs😓💔.

This is Hamoud, my little boy🥹🫂.

He used to dream of becoming a doctor.

Now, he just dreams of a meal… a bed… a safe night without crying😭💔.

“Mama, will we eat today?”

“Mama, can we go back home?”

He whispers this with big teary eyes…

And I lie to him — because that’s all I can give him.

Gaza is bleeding

Chickens have vanished.

Sugar, oil, bread — unaffordable luxuries.

Prices have gone mad.

Borders are closed. Aid is gone.

We are told to leave our homes over and over. Where to? No one knows.

But the world?

The world just watches.

And keeps scrolling.

I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m begging for action.

If you see this, don’t turn away.

Share this. Speak about it.

Help me save Hamoud.

His life depends on people like you — people with hearts.

"Silence is a choice. And it's killing us"

Donation link

Or PayPal