Due to a severe lack of donations, we are no longer able to support Sudanese community kitchens at the level we used to. These kitchens are a lifeline. They are how families eat when there is nothing else. Right now that lifeline is weakening.
Donations have slowed to the point where our operations are being interrupted. This is not because the need has gone away. It is because fewer people are seeing our work and fewer people are able or willing to give. The result is that support for some of the most vulnerable Sudanese families is being reduced at the worst possible time.
We also support Palestinian families who have no access to aid through any official channels. These are people who cannot get help from NGOs, governments, or large charities. What we provide may be the only support they receive.
If you cannot donate, please share this. Post it on your social media. Tell people what we do. Tell them we support Sudanese and Palestinian people who have been completely abandoned. Visibility alone can save lives. One share can reach someone who is able to give. One explanation can bring aid back into motion.
We do not have the luxury of silence. If this work stops, people go hungry. Please help us keep it going in any way you can.
I’m Darfuri and I had relatives in El Fasher, what happened is pure genocide. UAE is responsible for every single lost life there.
Unfortunately my family is living through this right now. I’m terrified I’ll lose them too. I’m trying to evacuate them to safety, please help if you can. Even a share can make a difference
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Over 2,000 civilians — mostly women, children and the elderly — have been massacred by the Rapid Support Forces in El Fasher, Sudan.
The Labour government must immediately end arms sales to the UAE, whose weapons are fuelling this slaughter.
Keir Starmer is in the pocket of arms dealers.
We are so sad to hear of the death of Veterinarian Dr. Mu’ath Abu Rukba who did so much good for the animals of Palestine Sulala Animal Rescue.
Our thoughts go out to his family, friends and Sulala Animal Rescue.
Thank you for your work Dr. Mu'ath. Rest in Peace.
In prison, Israeli guards told him again and again that Israeli soldiers had killed his entire family – a form of psychological torture, he said, meant to break him. But when he walked up the stairs of his Gaza home today, his wife rushed into his arms, his children and parents beside her – alive, waiting, and all of them delirious with relief and joy.
I came back today. I thought I had known despair before, but what I saw today is beyond despair.
It is not grief, nor horror, nor pain. It is something colder, a stillness where even God seems to have withdrawn His hand.
The sky was impossibly blue. The kind of blue that mocks you, that makes you wonder whether beauty itself is a crime.
I walked through streets that no longer exist, streets that were my childhood.
They are now a wilderness of stone, wire, and dust.
A man stood on a heap, a neighbor, I think.
He pointed and said, “It’s here.”
I asked him how far.
He looked down.
And I understood: my house was beneath his feet.
I lifted my phone, as if the machine could recognize what I could not. The screen glowed; there was nothing to see. The earth had swallowed the distances. Even the smell of home was gone. It was as if the thread connecting me to life itself had been cut.
I dug with my hands. The dust burned. My palms bled.
My mother had told me: “Search for anything we can save.” And so I obeyed her like a son obeys the last voice that still believes there is meaning in obedience.
From a house that once cost my father one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, a lifetime of labor, of hope, of decency, I found two things:
a knife, and a pillow.
Two relics of civilization. One for necessity, one for illusion.
That is what remains of man.
I sat in the ruins, the blue of my shirt turned gray with ash, and I thought:
this is the end not of a city, but of meaning itself.
I thought of my parents, their hands, their faith in honest work.
How will they bear this? How will any man bear seeing his father’s roof turned into dust by a stranger’s hands, hands that will never know the names of those they destroyed?
But what tears me apart more than ruin is silence. No one speaks to us.
No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible.
The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress.
But none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead.
And those who claim to represent us, where are they? Where is the money they collected in our name, the promises they made before the cameras, the slogans they wrote while we buried our children?
Who among them will come to this ruin and say: Forgive us, we failed you?
Not one.
They sit in offices with clean shirts, counting our corpses as figures on paper. They say “reconstruction,” “aid,” “negotiations,” as though the vocabulary of power could fill the emptiness of a mother’s bed.
I tell you the truth: there is no crime greater than indifference.
The murderer at least acknowledges the victim.
But those who look away, they kill the soul itself.
I brushed the dust from my shirt, though I knew it was useless.
I wanted to see if there was still color left in the world.
There wasn’t.
The blue had become the color of mourning.
I looked at my hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the unbearable realization that we have become expendable to the world.
Our suffering is entertainment, our death a policy, our endurance a statistic.
I wept then, openly, shamelessly.
I, who once believed in the dignity of suffering, now see that dignity itself has been annihilated.
There is nothing noble in being forgotten.
If you are reading this, do not admire the style or the language.
Lower your head, and weep.
Because this dust, this silence, this cry, is what remains of us.
Refaat Alareer camp is opening a school!!! For weeks now, our principal Mr Ahmad and teachers have been collecting data and preparing while our Sameer Project team have been building the school. Incredible effort by the amazing education team ❤️ support: https://t.co/dT6xhwzZFU
Al Hasan School is named after the martyr Hasan Saleh who was in the Refaat Alareer camp and died due to his injuries. This school is to honor Hasan whose favorite class was science and loved going to school. May this school honor him and his memory after the military occupation took him away from us at the tender age of 15.
Our educational point at Refaat Alareer camp catered for 70 children over the past year and 3 months but with the expansion Al Hasan School will now accommodate 350-400 children. The children of the Refaat Alareer camp, Batoul camp and our North team camp. The school will run 6 days a week with different shifts and some grades combined together.
We are very excited for the school opening but we need your help to get it up and running. Donate to the Refaat Alareer camp today: https://t.co/dT6xhwzZFU
Other ways to donate include:
https://t.co/OmIU4SifDD (Paypal option, please make sure to add a message saying "Camp")
https://t.co/WNZu0ERJci (Venmo option, please make sure to add a message saying "Camp")
The moment we were dreading is here. The pathway from the South of Gaza to the North is now closed and a car trying to go North got bombed earlier today. Keep supporting us to provide help: https://t.co/Yk9IAcCvSp
What does this mean? This means that once the few cars in the North go South, there will be no other way to go except by foot. This means people with disabilities and those who are immobile will not be able to leave and consequently at high risk of being killed.
The first ones to pay the price in genocides and famines are the vulnerable communities. This is why at the Sameer Project we have been evacuating the critically injured and those with physical and/or mental disabilities.
Our focus over the next few days will be finishing our 3 camps built to support critical cases, and provide tents to those displaced on the streets. Donate to the mass displacement campaign today: https://t.co/Yk9IAcCvSp
Other ways to donate include:
https://t.co/OmIU4SifDD (Paypal option, please make sure to add a message saying "Displacement Response")
https://t.co/WNZu0ERJci (Venmo option, please make sure to add a message saying "Displacement Response")
🚨🚨 WE URGENTLY NEED FUNDS 🚨🚨
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What is happening in the North of Gaza is indescribable. Entire residential blocks are being flattened with terrifying fire belts. The hospitals are being attacked. Families are stuck under the rubble, no one able to reach them.
People who want to leave cannot find or afford transport. Once they get South they have no shelter and no place to go. One way transportation is $2,000 and a tent is $1,200 in cash - meaning 40% withdrawal commission! Those who remain in the North still need food and water for survival. Those that make it South also need food and water. Patients need medical care. Vulnerable families need places to live.
The Sameer Project has a plan to assist as much as possible BUT WE NEED YOUR HELP!!! 🚨 Donations are slowing at the worst possible time when people in Gaza are the most in need. 🚨
Please donate to, share with your networks, spread our Displacement Response Campaign. Without you we cannot do this, we must help Gaza together. ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼
Other ways to donate include:
https://t.co/OmIU4SiNtb (Paypal option, please make sure to add a message saying "Displacement Response”)
https://t.co/fWlJpZkj23 (Venmo option, please make sure to add a message saying "Displacement Response")