DrDarine and her Family
@drdarine.bsky.social
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Hi, I’m Darine from Gaza. I’m a 4th year medical student working hard to support my family during these difficult times. I’m running a campaign to help provide food, clothing, and essential support for my family.
gofund.me/64e4b049
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January 17, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Hi, I’m Darine from Gaza. I’m a 4th year medical student working hard to support my family during these difficult times. I’m running a campaign to help provide food, clothing, and essential support for my family.
gofund.me/64e4b049
gofund.me/64e4b049
January 17, 2025 at 7:23 PM
January 17, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Hi, I’m Darine from Gaza. and I'm asking you personally, can you please take a look at my campaign.. at my lost present.. my lost future.😔
I'm human, and I'm asking you to act from your humanity.
Thanks ❤️
✅️Campaign verified✅️
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December 25, 2024 at 8:02 PM
Hi, I’m Darine from Gaza. and I'm asking you personally, can you please take a look at my campaign.. at my lost present.. my lost future.😔
I'm human, and I'm asking you to act from your humanity.
Thanks ❤️
✅️Campaign verified✅️
gofund.me/64e4b049
Our life before the war was a canvas full of colors.Our laughter echoed through the alleys,and our dreams were woven by warm,fearless nights.We lived our little moments as if they were eternal before destruction stole everything,leaving us searching for fragments of our memories.
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gofund.me/64e4b049
December 22, 2024 at 6:29 AM
Our life before the war was a canvas full of colors.Our laughter echoed through the alleys,and our dreams were woven by warm,fearless nights.We lived our little moments as if they were eternal before destruction stole everything,leaving us searching for fragments of our memories.
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Reposted by DrDarine and her Family
Conditions in Gaza are getting worse day by day. People have already lived through more than a year of ongoing genocide. If you have the means, please help Dr. Darine get closer to her funding goals! Money means survial - its that simple.
How did our tears become a spectacle to display, and our wounds an image to share? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
gofund.me/fbed0510
gofund.me/fbed0510
December 18, 2024 at 2:30 AM
Conditions in Gaza are getting worse day by day. People have already lived through more than a year of ongoing genocide. If you have the means, please help Dr. Darine get closer to her funding goals! Money means survial - its that simple.
Hi, I’m Darine from Gaza. I’m a 4th year medical student
Your contribution will not only provide immediate relief but also bring us hope and help us survive. As a medical student, I see the critical need for compassion and assistance every day it’s a reminder of how much we depend on one another.!♥️
Your contribution will not only provide immediate relief but also bring us hope and help us survive. As a medical student, I see the critical need for compassion and assistance every day it’s a reminder of how much we depend on one another.!♥️
December 17, 2024 at 4:45 PM
Hi, I’m Darine from Gaza. I’m a 4th year medical student
Your contribution will not only provide immediate relief but also bring us hope and help us survive. As a medical student, I see the critical need for compassion and assistance every day it’s a reminder of how much we depend on one another.!♥️
Your contribution will not only provide immediate relief but also bring us hope and help us survive. As a medical student, I see the critical need for compassion and assistance every day it’s a reminder of how much we depend on one another.!♥️
How did our tears become a spectacle to display, and our wounds an image to share? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
gofund.me/fbed0510
gofund.me/fbed0510
December 17, 2024 at 2:00 PM
How did our tears become a spectacle to display, and our wounds an image to share? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
gofund.me/fbed0510
gofund.me/fbed0510
How did our tears become a spectacle to display, and our wounds an image to share? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
gofund.me/fbed0510
gofund.me/fbed0510
December 17, 2024 at 1:59 PM
How did our tears become a spectacle to display, and our wounds an image to share? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
gofund.me/fbed0510
gofund.me/fbed0510
I was told that tragic images are the key to drawing public sympathy they evoke emotions and capture attention. Yet over the years, a question has lingered in my mind: When did we start enjoying being photographed in the midst of our tragedies? When did pain become a scene for the lens to capture?
December 17, 2024 at 1:52 PM
I was told that tragic images are the key to drawing public sympathy they evoke emotions and capture attention. Yet over the years, a question has lingered in my mind: When did we start enjoying being photographed in the midst of our tragedies? When did pain become a scene for the lens to capture?
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December 16, 2024 at 7:13 AM
Is me still me? Or did who I was die beneath the rubble of that day, crushed under the weight of pain, fear, and heavy silence? I no longer recognize this person who carries my body, moving through each day with memories that blur life and death.
December 15, 2024 at 5:04 PM
Is me still me? Or did who I was die beneath the rubble of that day, crushed under the weight of pain, fear, and heavy silence? I no longer recognize this person who carries my body, moving through each day with memories that blur life and death.
Before and after
December 15, 2024 at 4:28 PM
Before and after
4 of 5
Why do we measure pain with a scale? Why am I told, “Be silent, others are suffering more”? As if pains must be subject to competition, as if those without suffering worthy of must swallow their grief in silence.
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5of5 ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Why do we measure pain with a scale? Why am I told, “Be silent, others are suffering more”? As if pains must be subject to competition, as if those without suffering worthy of must swallow their grief in silence.
gofund.me/fbed0510
5of5 ⬇️⬇️⬇️
December 13, 2024 at 5:48 PM
4 of 5
Why do we measure pain with a scale? Why am I told, “Be silent, others are suffering more”? As if pains must be subject to competition, as if those without suffering worthy of must swallow their grief in silence.
gofund.me/fbed0510
5of5 ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Why do we measure pain with a scale? Why am I told, “Be silent, others are suffering more”? As if pains must be subject to competition, as if those without suffering worthy of must swallow their grief in silence.
gofund.me/fbed0510
5of5 ⬇️⬇️⬇️
The world is full of darkness, yes.But each of us carries our own dark corner inside, not measured by meters nor compared to the darkness of others.Suffering is not a race, and pain is not a number to be calculated. I am just human, and I've my small right to feel,to express,to let my pain breathe.
December 13, 2024 at 5:43 PM
The world is full of darkness, yes.But each of us carries our own dark corner inside, not measured by meters nor compared to the darkness of others.Suffering is not a race, and pain is not a number to be calculated. I am just human, and I've my small right to feel,to express,to let my pain breathe.
I know that this universe is crowded with tragedies, that there are those who have experienced pain far greater than mine.
I know my suffering is small in the face of this flood of human agony.
Why do we measure pain with a scale?
As if pains must be subject to competition
gofund.me/bbe083df
I know my suffering is small in the face of this flood of human agony.
Why do we measure pain with a scale?
As if pains must be subject to competition
gofund.me/bbe083df
Donate to Help future Dr Darine and her family evacuate Gaza, organized by ENASE ZAGOOT
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December 13, 2024 at 9:50 AM
I know that this universe is crowded with tragedies, that there are those who have experienced pain far greater than mine.
I know my suffering is small in the face of this flood of human agony.
Why do we measure pain with a scale?
As if pains must be subject to competition
gofund.me/bbe083df
I know my suffering is small in the face of this flood of human agony.
Why do we measure pain with a scale?
As if pains must be subject to competition
gofund.me/bbe083df
In Gaza, every day is a struggle, but knowing we’re not alone gives us strength. This campaign isn’t just about help it’s about hope. Your support, in any way, reminds us that compassion still exists and that we are seen.
Thank you for being a light in our lives.
gofund.me/bbe083df
Thank you for being a light in our lives.
gofund.me/bbe083df
December 10, 2024 at 1:57 PM
In Gaza, every day is a struggle, but knowing we’re not alone gives us strength. This campaign isn’t just about help it’s about hope. Your support, in any way, reminds us that compassion still exists and that we are seen.
Thank you for being a light in our lives.
gofund.me/bbe083df
Thank you for being a light in our lives.
gofund.me/bbe083df
When did we start enjoying being photographed in the midst of our tragedies? When did pain become a scene for the lens to capture?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
December 9, 2024 at 12:36 PM
When did we start enjoying being photographed in the midst of our tragedies? When did pain become a scene for the lens to capture?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
When the days were calm,
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
December 6, 2024 at 1:58 PM
When the days were calm,
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
Perhaps I will carry the title "Survivor of the 2023 Genocide" like a heavy medal on my chest, announcing to everyone that I emerged from the heart of hell.Perhaps I will write it proudly on my Facebook page Bio if I live to see that moment, not because I am alive, but because I survived.
December 3, 2024 at 5:23 PM
Perhaps I will carry the title "Survivor of the 2023 Genocide" like a heavy medal on my chest, announcing to everyone that I emerged from the heart of hell.Perhaps I will write it proudly on my Facebook page Bio if I live to see that moment, not because I am alive, but because I survived.
Yet, despite these unimaginable hardships, I managed to complete the first semester of my third year in medical school, thanks to your unwavering support. I'm a bit behind, but progress, no matter how small, is still progress. Every step forward counts.
December 3, 2024 at 3:48 PM
Yet, despite these unimaginable hardships, I managed to complete the first semester of my third year in medical school, thanks to your unwavering support. I'm a bit behind, but progress, no matter how small, is still progress. Every step forward counts.