CIRCLE WITH A DOT

@sallytheflame Thank you for what you are doing for me. I’m grateful to you.

@marion_v Thank you, my friend. I’m grateful to you.

I am Nada from Gaza City.Could you please share my post?I am writing these words amid difficult circumstances affecting my family of seven, after losing our work and home, alongside a deterioration in my health, in addition to the injury of my children’s father.I am sharing my story as it is, with all its challenges, in the hope that it reaches someone who can help ease this burden, offer support, or even help spread the word.I believe that humanity is still present, and that in every difficult situation there are those who stand by it in one way or another.I rarely receive donations except through my support link for me and my family.Grateful to you.https://gofund.me/83e09b493#Gaza#Palestine

I am Nada from Gaza, and I am reaching out to you in urgent and difficult humanitarian circumstances.I am responsible for a family that has lost its home and source of income. The father of my children is suffering from a severe eye injury; he has lost sight in one eye, and the other is significantly damaged.In addition, I am currently facing a health condition that requires urgent and immediate treatment that cannot be delayed.During the past week, I was only able to receive 91 dollars, which is not enough to cover even the basic necessities or medical expenses.I am truly grateful to everyone who is able to offer help or share my situationLink to support my family:️️️https://gofund.me/83e09b493@Shibanarchiste @chielk @la_voix @mbletmathe @aismallard @gvenema @sol @RobertoArchimboldi #Gaza#Palestine

Absent ThingsWhat hurts most in this war is not only what has been taken from us, but what has quietly faded away from the simple details of life we once took for granted.Before it, I had a fully equipped home: from a coffee machine that brought warmth to my mornings, to a dishwasher that spared me the exhaustion of a long day. It was an ordinary life… or so I thought.Today, I find myself forced back into a primitive life—one that does not resemble us in any way, nor reflect who we once were.A life where even the most basic rights are measured by the amount of effort and pain they require.My doctor advises me to take regular hot baths and drink herbal remedies to ease the pain of stomach ulcers, alongside a long list of medications.But what many fail to see… is that this “simple right” is not simple here.When I think of having a hot bath, I must first light a fire with my own hands, endure the smoke filling my chest with coughing and pain, and drain what little strength I have left.And when the pain intensifies, and I think of a warm drink to soothe it, reaching it becomes another exhausting journey beyond my capacity.I do not know if there are people in this world who truly feel what we are going through.We are not only losing our homes—we are losing our health, our strength, and our dignity in harsh labor that does not suit bodies weakened by illness, nor souls worn down by waiting.Three years of suffering have changed us—made us weaker than we once were, and more in need of things that have become out of reach.Even when we think of easing our burden—like buying gas—we are met with a harsher reality, where high costs stand as a barrier between us and the bare minimum of comfort.A question keeps echoing in my mind:Does anyone feel us?And why have so many turned their backs on us, leaving us alone in this suffering?I am one of many who continue to write, to speak, to try to make our voices heard…But sadly, those voices vanish into emptiness.No donations, no response, no helping hand.Must we cry and beg day and night just to obtain our right to treatment?To food?To care for our children?Even clean water… has become a distant dream.My support link️️️https://gofund.me/83e09b493@aral @fabio #Gaza#Palestine

@loubadour Thank you, my friend.

Between “I’m Fine” and the Truth of What’s Breaking InsideThe phrase that unsettles those around me the most, that weighs heavily on their ears, is my saying: I’m fine.A sentence that seems fleeting, yet convinces no one… not even me. As if it were a linguistic mask I wear whenever I fail to explain what is breaking inside me.In this war, the blows were not rare; they were continuous and harsh, striking the soul before the body.We lost so much… in fact, we lost something deeper than loss itself. Our shock in some people was greater than what the mind can comprehend; we saw faces fall away from their masks, and others reshape themselves into strange versions, even to their own owners.We lived through famine, displacement, and deprivation, until pain was no longer an exception but a daily companion, part of our smallest details.And amid all this, traits we never knew in people awakened: greed spread, betrayal was exposed, and selfishness grew—not as passing traits, but as deep wounds that silently tore our social fabric apart.I have endured many breakdowns, and crises have become entangled around me until my possibilities were suffocated.And yet… I kept trying.Not for myself alone, but for my children, for those under my care, for eyes that depend on me for stability and safety. I resisted my weakness, because my weakness is not a personal matter; when I bend, the small world I carry on my shoulders loses its balance.Gaza was not destroyed only in its buildings and infrastructure, and the loss was not merely material—something deeper was broken: our bonds, our trust, and the warmth of our relationships that used to mend us whenever we fractured.At the heart of this chaos:the strong is not the one who does not feel pain,but the one who can hold himself together in the storm and manage his losses as best as he can.Weakness, on the other hand, is not a tear or a pain—it is losing one’s compass and harming oneself and those around them.That is why…when I say “I’m fine,” those around me are disturbed.Because they see what I cannot say, and feel what I hide behind my silence.But the truth I cannot afford to deny is:even if I am not fineI must appear so,I must appear completely fine,for the sake of those I love.A support link for my family️️️https://gofund.me/83e09b493#Gaza#PalestineFrom the last photos I took in my office before the war.

@loubadour Thank you, your presence means a lot to me.

@shad

@also

Life continues its rituals of breaking us with precise coldness, as if it takes greater care in crafting pain than in offering any meaning of mercy. Breaks are born from breaks, and loss drags behind it another loss—heavier, wider, more merciless—until the heart becomes burdened beyond its capacity to endure, exhausted to the point where nothing remains but a fading shadow of a once-living pulse.Have we carried our souls with enough sins to deserve such a level of fading? Or does pain not need a justification at all, and is our mere existence sufficient to be a silent reason for this endless fracture?We have drained the road of everything we had left, and even the desire to continue has dimmed. There is no strength to move forward, no energy to endure, as if life has turned into a heavy burden we neither know how to lift nor how to escape.Are we truly that flawed… or were we simply born into a time that does not resemble our souls, and does not grant us even the right to peace? #Gaza #Palestine

War does not kill by bullets alone.Today I was at the hospital, and it was an unbearably heavy day. There, it becomes clear that war does not reach people only through missiles and bullets, but slips into them in a far quieter and more merciless way; in bodies exhausted by fear even before illness, in blood pressure rising like an echo of anxiety, and in strokes arriving as the silent ending of stories still left untold.Every corner there held a suspended story, and every bed carried a pain too heavy to be spoken. As if loss had not been content with what it took, but had returned to root itself within us in the form of illnesses silently consuming us from the inside.The grief over what we have lost, and what we have become, is more devastating than any visible wound. And so this cursed war continues… not content with breaking the body, but reshaping the human being from within, until nothing remains of the self except what is barely enough to feel pain.Support link for my family️️️https://gofund.me/83e09b493#Gaza#Palestine

Hello,For several days, I have been trying as hard as I can to share my appeal to collect donations for my treatment and to support my family, but unfortunately I have not yet been able to reach the help I need.I am in need of $300 within the coming week, to cover my medical treatment as well as my children’s basic needs for food and water.I am writing to you today while I am in a very critical health condition, in which I need any helping hand, or even just a share of this appeal, as it may be the reason for helping me and supporting my family.I am both a mother and a father at the same time, supporting a family of seven. I have lost my home, I have lost my job, and today I am facing a severe health crisis that makes my daily struggles even heavier.Every share, every word of support, has a great impact on my heart and my life.Please, do not leave me alone in this difficult stage.I am deeply grateful to you, and I thank everyone who has sent kind and supportive words… you are the strength from which I draw my patience.The link to support my family and me️️️️https://gofund.me/83e09b493#Gaza#Palestine

@RFancio

@RFancio I hope so.Thank you for your support and your kind words.