
ALT A watercolor-style graphic with sunflowers and leaves featuring the text help sharif and his children sharif is a father in gaza trying his best for his family his words say it best the pain that does not leave our hearts is the loss of the greatest person in our home who is my wife lina may god have mercy on her soul I am confident that she is in heaven waiting for us until then I will be their mother and father a QR code is also present at the bottom

ALT Chocolate covered graphic entitled’Coffees for Maha’ in cream coloured font. A picture of a coffee on a white cup with. coffee beans and a white flower. The text says: “ Did you know you can click weekly or monthly on a small amount, such as a coffee? By doing this you are providing certainty that rent and basic living costs can be covered.”Underneath in caps letters: ‘small, recurring donations very welcome!’

ALT An illustration shows a woman wearing a white hijab working behind a blue pharmacy counter. She holds a small orange medicine bottle and sits in front of a computer, with shelves stocked with medicine containers visible behind her. Small pink hearts float above her, and a green medical caduceus symbol appears at the top right. The text reads: "HELP RUBA KEEP HER DREAM GOING. Ruba has been able to begin her training in the pharmaceutical sciences, she's a volunteer looking after others. She has worked hard for years, balancing family and study amidst genocide, she never gave up and thanks to you all she's on her way to earning her full qualifications. SHE STILL NEEDS OUR SUPPORT NOW MORE THAN EVER. TINY.CC/RUBAPH"

ALT A screenshot of a mobile social media post describing the difficulties of surviving in inadequate shelter during the rainy winter season and requesting help via a fundraising link. The post reads: "This is only the first day of rain, and already we are struggling so much. 💔🥺 The rain that once brought us joy and comfort has become another source of fear and suffering. Our shelter is not strong enough to protect us, and every drop of rain reminds us how vulnerable we are and how difficult the coming winter may be. I don't know how we will face the days ahead, especially with our children. All we want is a safe, dry place where they can sleep peacefully and stay warm. Ya Allah, let this rain be a mercy upon us, not another hardship. Let it wash away our worries, ease our suffering, and bring relief to every family struggling to survive. Please make the coming days gentler on us. 🤲❤️🩹 This is only the beginning of winter, and we are already exhausted. https://gofund.me/c5afdabb"

ALT slide of insta post by afeefness reading: Dying and living and dying and living again has often made me scared. Scared that my life will have amounted to nothing if and when my heart finally decides to give out. Every time I am tired, I remember that life, and maybe more specifically, my life, is short. I am scared that I will meet Allah (I am not religious) without having tried my very best to be good and dutiful and brave. Without a legacy my family and friends can be proud of. That mentality has been the single most compelling driver to dust myself off and try again (as the inimitable Aaliyah used to sing specifically to me through the radio). Knowing you might be racing against a ticking time bomb makes you move differently. Sometimes those movements are brash.











