I’m still here, still asking, not for attention or sympathy, but because my family is struggling and I’m carrying this alone. I wouldn’t repeat myself if I had another option. If you’re able to help or share, it could truly make a difference right now.

I’m still here, my friends. I know I’ve asked a lot. I know this journey has been heavy and exhausting. But I’m still trying, still holding on, still fighting for my family when giving up would be easier.

If you are reading this, this may be one of the few windows I have before I disappear again. I am exhausted. I am trying to support my family. I am trying to survive with dignity. If you’ve ever thought about giving or sharing: do it now. Silencing me won’t stop the need. It only makes it harder.

The bombing hasn’t stopped, and the danger is everywhere. My sisters, my family, they are all living under constant threat, hungry, scared, and exposed to the violence around us.

Still fighting, still holding on, still doing my best to survive and protect the people I love. Please don’t forget us. Your support, your sharing, your presence all still matter more than you know. 🤍

If you have ever believed in compassion, in humanity, in standing with those who have nothing, please stand with us now. Your help is not just money. It is warmth. It is food. It is survival. Please don’t look away.

Can we raise just 70 today? This is urgently needed for my sister’s medical treatment and for basic food and essential supplies. Even simple medicine and treatment have become very difficult to afford. Every day I worry about my sister's health and whether we'll be able to provide what she needs.

Commitment to helping the people going through the worst is and will always be my guiding principle. chuffed.org/project/1282...

Please keep boosting and helping my friend Eslam chuffed.org/project/1282...

You can donate to Eslam here: chuffed.org/project/1282...

Do not scroll past this. I am in a desperate situation. I need help now. You have to act now. Please don’t ignore this. Please don’t forget me.

in @art-e.myatproto.social’s latest campaign update, she says she’s trying to raise $70 for her family today—it’s 6am for her at time of posting. can we give her a good tuesday, 16 june? get some recurring donations? i send her $5 a week; join me! bit.ly/artist-eslam

Can we raise just 70 today? This is urgently needed for my sister’s medical treatment and for basic food and essential supplies. Even simple medicine and treatment have become very difficult to afford. Every day I worry about my sister's health and whether we'll be able to provide what she needs.

I am terrified for my family. Every minute they stay in G a z a is a real risk to their lives. I can’t bear the thought of losing them. These aren't just news stories. This is about my loved ones, my life. I need to get them out before it’s too late. Please act now.

And my family are exhausted. Truly exhausted. They are tired of displacement, tired of uncertainty, tired of trying to survive one more day while the world debates whether they deserve peace or not.

Little by little, the war is returning. Airstrikes are increasing again. Fear is returning. Food prices are rising once more, and every day I become more worried about my father, my younger siblings, and the rest of my family. I wish I could tell you that things are getting better. They are not.

I am trying to support my family while watching the situation around them become more dangerous again. Every phone call makes me nervous. Every news notification makes my heart race.

Please: click the bell on this page. We’re sharing E’s words but we can’t share her l/i/n/k, or they’ll delete this account. Spread her message. Attach her l/i/n/k. Don’t forget this family. —D

People think the war has “ended,” but there are still children waking up to explosions that shake their bones. The sound of bombing has become their lullaby. Fear has replaced dreams. Every night I pray I don’t wake up to a message saying something happened to them. This is survival on borrowed time

Every day I’m doing everything I can to keep my family safe: to find food, medicine, and a place where my injured sister can rest without shaking from explosions. But the costs keep rising, and the danger isn’t stopping.

I feel cut off from the people who gave me strength. If you see this, please don’t leave me alone. Your message, your support, even the smallest help, means everything right now. I am still here. My family still needs help. And I still need you 🤍

Sometimes it feels like every platform is trying to silence me and make it harder for me to ask for help for my family. But I cannot give up. My family still needs me. My father still needs support. My younger siblings still need food.

My sister is still struggling with her health. She continues treatment while living with an external medical bag attached to her body, something no person should have to endure under these conditions. Even basic medical supplies and proper nutrition have become another daily battle.

What terrifies me most is knowing how quickly everything can collapse again. We have already seen how hunger spreads…one moment, and even bread becomes unreachable. I feel constant fear that my family will once again face famine, displacement, and complete isolation from the world.

It feels like I’m being erased. Like my voice, my connections, even my attempts to ask for help for my family are being taken away from me. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and honestly… deeply down.

❤️ chuffed.org/project/1282...

You can donate to Eslam and her family here. chuffed.org/project/1282...

The situation there feels more fragile every day. Prices rise without warning, food becomes impossible to afford overnight, and every conversation with my family leaves me carrying more helplessness than before.

I’m trying everything I can just to find my way back to you. If you see this… please, if you have WhatsApp, reach out to me. It would mean so much just to know you’re there. (check pinned)

Honestly, I feel emotionally exhausted and broken. It feels like platform after platform is trying to erase me completely: erase my voice, erase my art, erase my ability to ask for help for my struggling family. This is not fair.

Tonight I am asking you to keep my family in your thoughts, share my link if you can, and support us if you are able. Thank you for not forgetting us. ❤️

Please keep helping my friend Eslam. Share and support. chuffed.org/project/1282...

Eslam: I miss so many of you I think about you often I wonder where you are and whether you are safe Thank you for standing beside me and my family through everything And thank you for reminding us that even when the world becomes darker, kindness still exists ❤️ chuffed.org/project/1282...

Eslam and her family are suffering in Gaza.

📣 if you can help run this account so that our friend won’t be silenced on here, please reach out 📣 We both have limited capacity, but E deserves consistent attention and for folks to share her words. Drop us a DM. Don’t let this website win in its ethnic cleansing of our friends. —Divya

Please help Eslam and her family. chuffed.org/project/1282...

i’ve lost touch with eslam but she’s someone who, like another friend from gaza whose family is trapped in the occupation’s hell, devotes their every waking hour to supporting their family as best they can. eslam regularly updates her chuffed; join me and regularly donate to it! bit.ly/artist-eslam

I've known Eslam for a very long time, she has struggled to keep in contact with friends as so many website have been attacking her and other Palestinians. So I'll raise my voice for her, I hope you'll join me in sharing and donating. chuffed.org/project/1282...

Please pause and read this. Show her you care. Show her someone is listening. Show her that no one has forgotten her & her family. And if you’re new here, know that she is our beloved sister and friend. Do something. Act. Something meaningful. Not abandonment. —Divya

This is my friend Eslam. I’ve been texting with her on Signal for ages—she’s real and so is her family. She’s had so many accounts here and now on Instagram get deleted. Please follow her!

One of the worst parts of losing your profile is losing contact with all your friends. Your support network goes out the window. It’s been hard building it back up, but together we’ll make it happen. -Josh

Come say hello! Even a quick message of encouragement will brighten her day!

You know E s l a m, I feel silly, send her some love.

Reach out, Eslam is a sweet person dealing with far too much. I've been in contact for a long time, but she deserves all her friends reconnecting.

🚨 Urgent message from our friend: “I’m not okay — they’re taking me away from you, please read this I’m being cut off from everyone I care about — please read”

send a message for e s l a m here!!! 💜

please, she would be so glad to hear from you

Our friend in Egypt has been evicted with her sister and her nieces from the people hosting them. She’s moved into a small place, so now she’s gotta pay rent too.

Our friend is so lonely, she misses everyone here so much. Send her a message, she’d be so happy to catch up! dms open!

Her family right now is just trying to find a safe place. They are exhausted from living in tents and on sand. Life is extremely unstable