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My mother needs physical therapy for her slipped discs, and I’m trying to raise £600 so she can begin treatment before her condition worsens to the point of needing surgery. The thought of her needing surgery, then recovering while we live in a tent, terrifies me. I just want to get her the care she needs. If you can help or share, please do. ❤️ chuffed.org/project/supporta…

No comment. I just felt happy and alive in that moment. I felt a part of who I truly am.

If anyone cares, I still need £400 out of the £600 I need. I've only managed to raise £200 in over a week, but it's moving very slowly. I need your help. chuffed.org/project/supporta…

Where is my father? 7:00 AM Where is my father? Where is the sound of his footsteps? Where are his keys? Where is his coffee that always preceded his words? Where is the door that opened every morning? Father, the sun has risen, so why haven't you risen with it? 2:00 PM Where is my father? Who will sit at the head of the table? To whom will I leave the stories that happened in his absence? And to whom will I turn when I hear good news? Father, something beautiful happened today, and I didn't know how to rejoice in it without looking for you. 10:00 PM Where is my father? Where is his voice at the end of the day? Where is his prayer when we went to sleep? Where is that tranquility that I didn't know resided in him? Father, do you know what I don't understand? How can people in this world sleep so peacefully as if all their fathers will remain? I don't know what time it is now, for since you left, I no longer keep count of time; I count the things that should have been you. Father, I want to ask you one last question Or do you know all that, and know that whenever I need you, I still raise my head towards the door. and wait. I just miss you soo much you know 🫂.

Hello everyone, I don't know if what I'm feeling is normal. I keep having terrible thoughts about my life. Is it possible that this suffering will last forever? Will my family and I live like this forever, until our lives end? These thoughts alone tear me apart a thousand times a day. I can't face anything anymore. I'm completely drained, but I'm still trying, hoping that something will change someday before it's too late.

Do you remember when I put my life on the table for a kilo of flour and a liter of oil? Even I myself find it hard to believe what they made me go through.

There are things I want to talk about, things that are exhausting me, and so much that I’m facing here that I can no longer handle. It took me an entire week just to raise £100 out of the £600 needed. I still need £482 so that my mother can begin her physical therapy sessions for her herniated disc. So just try to do some thing . chuffed.org/project/supporta…

I wanted to share this with you because it reminded me of my father. Today, while I was taking public transportation, a fisherman got on. He was so happy because the sea had been generous today, and the fish were plentiful in our waters. Fishing was my late father’s first profession when I was very young. Although he went on to work in other professions, his love for the sea and fish never faded. Whenever he passed by a fish market, he simply couldn’t resist stopping to buy some. It was almost impossible for him to leave empty-handed. I miss you so much, Dad. Everything around me reminds me of you.

I will never forget those days when I slept in the streets under the scorching sun because I couldn't find anywhere to take shelter.

Good morning We will plant roses, love, and life despite everything.

I still need £540 so my mother can receive the necessary treatment and healthcare as soon as possible. I would be grateful to you chuffed.org/project/supporta…

I’m struggling to keep my family going, and my mother’s health needs are becoming increasingly difficult to manage. Donations have slowed, and we urgently need help. Please take a moment to watch this video and hear my situation in my own words. I really need people to understand how serious things have become. ❤️

There’s a part of pursuing a dream that rarely makes it into the final story. It’s the hours spent searching, the applications you’re unsure about, the documents you keep checking, and the days when you make progress without knowing whether it will lead anywhere. I’m in that part of the journey right now, trying to find a master’s opportunity and preparing as best I can. I hope the quiet work counts for something.

I was so close to death A tank shell almost blew my brain to pieces; the sound of it piercing the air from the side of my head was like being reborn.

Good morning warld .

Maybe a future is built this way — quietly, through small efforts that no one else sees.

I want to tell you what has been happening here for over a week. All crossings have been closed. Nothing is entering Gaza. You might wonder: How can closing the crossings cause a humanitarian crisis so quickly? Because Gaza has been completely destroyed. We are surrounded by endless rubble. No functioning factories, farms, poultry, or livestock remain. No electricity. No infrastructure. We have been forced into just 28% of our land, where we can barely find space to pitch our tents. Most agricultural land is now beyond the so-called “Yellow Line,” leaving us unable to grow food or raise animals. Everything we eat depends on what enters through those crossings. This is what they have reduced us to: a population entirely dependent on doors they can close at any moment. After destroying our ability to survive on our own, all it takes to starve us is closing those doors.

I hate the fucking cancer.

He was playing with my father's things🫂💔.

One of the hardest parts of planning a future is not knowing where to begin. I spend time looking at universities, reading admission requirements, and searching for scholarships. Some opportunities seem possible; others feel out of reach. I don’t expect the path to be easy. I just hope that if I keep looking, asking questions, and preparing, I’ll eventually find a way forward. There’s a lot I still don’t know. But I’m trying to learn.

Hello everyone, I hope you’re having a good day. ❤️ I’ve been wanting to share how difficult things have become for me. My fundraiser is growing painfully slowly, and I feel like I’m running out of people to turn to. For four days, I’ve been desperately asking for help with my mother’s medical treatment, but we haven’t received any support. I’m scared that carrying all these responsibilities alone will eventually break me. My mother’s health is at risk, and we’re facing the threat of famine once again. I can’t describe how exhausting it is to keep trying without seeing any progress. We still need £600 to get my mother the medical care and treatment she urgently needs. Please, don’t leave us to face this alone. Even a small donation or sharing our story could make a difference. I truly need you by my side. I hope this message reaches your hearts. chuffed.org/project/supporta…