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🚨 Help Save Shada’s Family and Baby Adam! 🚨

My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

Our lives have been turned upside down by war. My home has been reduced to rubble, and my husband lost his water truck, which was our only source of income. We’ve been forced to evacuate twice—from Deir el Balah to the Nuseirat camp—and now, we live in constant fear of what the future holds.

To make matters worse, Adam was born with clubfoot and urgently needs surgery. The cost for his treatment and specialized medical boots is at least $3000, but this surgery isn’t even possible in Gaza.

I recently graduated as a nurse, and I dream of building a better life for my family. But to do that, we must leave Gaza and start over in safety.

💔 I need your help to save my family and give Adam a future. Even a small donation 5$ can bring us closer to safety, and if you can’t donate, sharing our story means the world to us.

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Donate to Support Shada's Family to Escape Gaza, organized by Jess Rapoza

Hello supporter, my name is Jessica Rapoza from USA and I’m raising funds for 24 yea… Jess Rapoza needs your support for Support Shada's Fam

I dream of living in safety, of seeing Adam grow up healthy, and of building a better life for us all. Please don’t give up on us. Your kindness can make all the difference.

❤️ Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your support and compassion give us strength to keep going.

"To everyone on Tumblr, we are in desperate need of your help and support. Please, the situation is getting worse every day, and we have nothing to help keep us in a safe area. Bombing is everywhere, and we are in constant danger. Help us so we can eat and not die from hunger, as we are now in the numbers of the dead.

Any quick donation will help us get food and water. Please, share the post and donate. We need you more than ever."

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Just an extremely Normal thing to say

Reminder they want to increase the budget for ICE from 3.5 to 45 billion dollars.

Reminder the majority of that will be for building new detention centers.

Reminder ICE are *currently* detaining tourists who can pay for a plane ticket home and people with visa issues that were already resolved, because they have to make quota so Trump can brag about the numbers going up.

Reminder most of these people were already in the immigration system - that's why they were easy to detain.

Reminder this is all at taxpayer expense.

Reminder these are people.

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Ramadan in Gaza… A Different Ramadan

Today marks the first day of Ramadan, the month of mercy and giving. But in Gaza, it holds an entirely different meaning.

Here, displacement has become a daily reality. With food shortages, power outages, and a lack of basic necessities, fasting this month has become an overwhelming challenge.

We do everything we can to provide for our needs, but the circumstances are extremely harsh. While others live in safety, we remain under constant uncertainty, never knowing what might happen next.

In this blessed month of generosity and kindness, we ask for your support to help ease our suffering. Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives.

So far, we have raised $14,264, and we are so close to reaching our goal of $14,500—only $236 left! Donate here and help make an impact.

Vetted by @bilal-salah0

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Donate to Emergency Evacuation Needed to Save My Family in Gaza, organized by Camille Testa

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Honestly I don’t think I’ll ever get my mom and stepdad’s logic of “when we were 15 we were paying the rent for our family’s house so why are you at 19 not working a corporate job”? And then at the same time growing up they’d talk ab how hard they worked so that my siblings and I would never know poverty. And are suprised??? We don’t have poverty level survival skills?? Suprise suprise the kids you raised in suburbia who are only used to paying car insurance and gas are not ready to budget for living alone 6 months after graduating high school.

Like seriously it took me actually interacting with other people my age and who are older than me to realize that being 19 and still living with your parents isn’t a bad/shameful thing. And that’s honestly sad. And this isn’t to say they didn’t struggle, they absolutely did, but why do I have to struggle too?? Why do they think the only way you’re supposed to learn finances is being on the brink of homelessness????

A Reflective Poem on Mamá Filled with What I Wish I Could Say

TW: Grafic Topics

Growing up is so weird because what do you mean my mother is a bio essentialist.

Granted I should’ve seen that coming with the Wicca stuff and the “divine feminine” and the needing to know all my friend’s bio genders and blatant misogyny to other women but like, I’m trans. She named me Sean because it’s my dead uncle’s middle name. She helped me learn how to dress masculinely. Why is it now I’m getting told to “ditch the facial hair” and that I “shouldn’t start testosterone now” and I “should tone down the eyeliner”.

Mamá you filled my head with stories of you being goth in the 90s and showed me the metal cds you got then. Why can’t I do that? Why do you have to look and me and see nothing but a mess of emotions? Will it still be that way when my voice drops? When my facial hair grows in? When my name is changed? How “inate” are these traits you’ve put on me? And why do you keep them there? You don’t even know who I am and you act like you know everything. You don’t.

Growing up is weird bc what do you mean my mom is a narcissist?

Everyone said my dad was one, and they were right, because I ended up being one too. The all-importance, the thinking you can do no wrong, that masculine snark that everyone takes as confidence, I thought it was his, and it is his, it’s mine. It’s the one connection I still have with my dad, my window of understanding of who he is and was, and why he made those decisions at my age. Why I’m never going to be like him

But Mamá what you have is worse. Your narcissism says you can never be wrong. That I in my 19 years of life can never know as much as you do. But if I told you of the clubs and the drugs and the queers I love and the friendships that I hold dearest to my heart you’d never trust me ever again. The shame you carry with you is harder than any shoe thrown in a frightening joke. Mamá I know you lie about my dead uncle. And I know it’s not on purpose, he was absolutely like me. He partied so hard and loved so feverishly that you didn’t know the full extent until he died. He had to die for you to know him. I know he hid from you the way I hide from you, out of self preservation because your way is the all knowing, the divine, and god forbid you learn the nuance of life

Growing up is weird because what do you mean my mom is bisexual

She told me about it when I was 12 and came out to her. She was the first person to explain trans people to me. Maybe that’s why she hates me being trans, I don’t do it in her definition. I was too young, I was too feminine, and even now the heels and the skirts and the wigs and the endless eyeshadow pallets are a testament to how I’m not the “right kind” of trans. Does she know it’s not because I’m secretly going to “switch back” to being a girl. Does she know that I do drag. Does she know about my three drag dads. Does she know about the trans women I cry to when she says I don’t have my life together. Does she know why.

Mamá I will never tell you why. I will never tell you about being groomed and trafficked and drugged with a fake prescription and doing all the house work for a woman I was terrified of. You met that woman. I said she was my roommate. But even if you knew the truth you wouldn’t have helped me. You would’ve shamed me. That’s all you ever do, that’s all you’re ever filled with, and no matter what happens to me it’s all you have to offer now. The shame for my clothes for my hair for my body if you ever saw it for the parts of me you can’t see and never ever will

Growing up is strange

Because what do you mean my mom is abusive too

She was never supposed to be that

Mamá do you know that I want to die?