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I have tried my absolute best not to seek financial help online, especially when our collective focus should be aimed towards the welfare of our Palestinians, Congolese, and Sudanese brothers and sisters. I truly have considered countless options before resorting to asking for monetary assistance but I no longer have the means to keep myself alive and my little family afloat. Following my father's death almost three years ago due to colorectal cancer, I was diagnosed late last year with Stage 2A breast cancer.
There's an even elaborate explanation on the fundraising page that I will be attaching in this post. Please, take some time to read it. I am our family's breadwinner, and I am only asking for monetary assistance because I no longer have a job/source of income nor is my previous company willing to shoulder my medical expenses. I am left to fend for myself and I have used all of my savings to afford numerous physical/health examinations and the prescribed medication.
I am going to attach photos of how disfigured my right arm now is, the evident lumps/tumors on my armpits and if you want proof of how the cancer affected my breasts, please directly message me. I don't think I can explicitly share the photos here. But to put enough context, my left breast shrunk into at least 1/3 of its original size.
I am sincerely sorry for being a bother, but if you have the means to donate to my fundraising post, please do. I badly needed all the help I can get so I won't be summoned to court and would be able to afford surgery on time. If you cannot donate, please kindly share this post. If you have any other questions, please reach out to me through direct messaging. This is my only account (I will probably reblogged this on my side blog as well) so please, if you see someone using my photos, alert me. Thank you. Please understand, too, that I will take a bit of time to respond because I am struggling to grasp my phone/only typing using my left hand. Thank you, and please consider helping me.
Hi all, sorry to do this but there had been a miscalculation on the price for my autism assessment and I still owe them 103 USD for it.
I have yet to be paid by my job and I'm backed up on commissions (but if you really want art, I can add you to the list! /gen) , even a dollar will help me out (no one is obligated ofc! A reblog can go a long way too!)
Noor doesn't want to die burned in the tents. She must live like the rest of the children in the world. Please help her by donating at the link gfm๐๐ญ๐
@90-ghost @nabulsi
Dear Humanity,
Please read this as if I'm a member of your family. maybe your brother, son or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.
My name is Abedallah, a fresh graduate who wants to be a doctor like his role model, his father.
A student who was supposed to start his university and achieve the dreams he worked for but found himself losing the city he's living in, his house and losing any hope of a better future with it.
And after a alot of studying in Tawjihi ( The final level at high school before joining university), the war had another plan.
The story started since childhood, when every one I have knowen called me doctor.
This continued till I reach to the final grade at my school grade 12 (Tawjihi).
In this time, I felt that everything should be real, I can do it, I started to study
and work hard from begining to end, no sleep, no rest, all these things to achieve my goal and make my dream a real one.
The hard year has finished, then two week of fear waiting.
After this, the result came, itโs 99.4, I ranked the third in my country.
Since the war on Gaza strip started, we struggled alot, when we were at home at the beginning of the war the Israeli occupation bombed many houses around us, then we were displaced to Rafah because of fear and at the first day suddenly we heard the sound of many blasts,cracking glass and screaming women and children, they blew up a residential square near us.
After two months, I returned to khanyonis, but not to our home.
I live in tent becuse the israeli occupation burned my house completely, nothing left.
I feel that I lost and continue to lose every thing, this war made my dreams, hopes, my beloved things and my beautiful house burned and disappeared.
The single wish for me at this time is waking up from this nightmare and everything goes back to what it was.
This message is from Ahmed
I will tell you my suffering in this war, which destroyed our lives and in which we lost our friends and relatives
After my office was destroyed, I lost my job, and I lost my source of income in this heinous war, my office is in the Badrasawi Building.
We entered into the suffering of lack of food and hunger, and from our suffering with food, we ate the worst food (eating fodder and making bread from it), and our suffering due to the lack of gas, and our transition to burning wood daily.
We suffered from a lack of water for washing and bathing, a lack of drinking water, and the daily struggle to obtain a little water to drink
I lost my closest friend Mohand and Hamza
My wife became pregnant and lost her pregnancy due to the collapse of the health system
We hope God will bring goodness after what was lost, and that we can find a way out of Gaza.
We do not deserve this life that we are living and suffering through.
Help us start a better life, a new one.