Kasai

I am a father of five children. Their lives were once simple and full of hope…

Until the war came and took everything from us 💔

We lost our home and our sense of security,

and today we live in a flimsy tent that offers no protection from the cold or from fear ⛺❄️

Every night my children go to sleep asking me: When will we return to our home?

All I can offer them is patience and prayer 🤲

My children desperately need basic necessities that no child should be deprived of: 🍼 Milk

👶 Diapers

👓 Eyeglasses

💊 Essential medications

These are not luxuries,

but the most basic rights of childhood 🧸

I am not asking for pity, nor am I asking for much.

I ask only for dignity, and a real chance for my children to live in safety—without fear, without hunger, and without pain 🕊️ Any help, no matter how small, and any sharing of this message, means more to us than you can imagine 🙏🤍

Our home in northern Gaza was destroyed by airstrikes 💔. We ran under fire 🔥, leaving everything behind. Since then, we’ve been displaced seven times — from the north to Khan Younis, to Rafah, to Deir al-Balah, back to tents ⛺ in the north, again to the south, and now in western Gaza.

Each place we go, we carry only fear 😔, exhaustion 😞, and the hope of survival 🙏. We sleep in tents, with no electricity ⚡, no clean water 🚱, no safety 🚫. We wake up to more uncertainty every day.

When we were displaced from our home, they bombed it. My family and I were inside, and thank God, no one was killed, except for my son who was shot in the head and suffered internal bleeding.

Please help my injured son so that we can leave Gaza and he can recover.

We lost our home, our stability, and the life we once knew 💔. But we haven’t lost our will to live 💪.

Click here to donate to Gaza, don't forget Gaza

The Nazi Israeli army began sweeping, destroying and bombing buildings on a very large scale, using weapons that we have never heard of before and that are very strange, as shown in the picture.

The Israeli incursion into the heart of Gaza City has forced countless families to flee south, leaving behind their homes, memories, and everything they hold dear. Imagine over 2 million people crammed into an area smaller than 40 kilometers, struggling to survive under constant bombardment. Streets that were once filled with life are now ruins; hospitals are overwhelmed, and basic necessities are scarce. Children are terrified, families are torn apart, and nowhere feels safe. This is not a battle it is collective punishment, a humanitarian nightmare unfolding in real time, and the world cannot turn away.

Map of Gaza City:

🔻 Blue: Fully controlled by Israeli forces

🔻 Red: Almost fully controlled by Israeli forces

🔻 Green: Currently under heavy fire, with many displaced people and civilians inside

🔻 Remaining areas: Where most of the remaining civilians are located

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Help Anas family !!!! 🇵🇸

Please help us, the Anas family, we lost everything because of the devastating war against us. Read our story and don’t forget to donate to us, because every dollar is important to us. You think it is useless, but the opposite is true, it is very important to us

Donation link : 🙏👇

✅Yes... the genocide in Gaza has stopped💣💥, but it has left behind endless suffering and destroyed homes. ⛔

🇵🇸I am Amjad from Gaza🧔. I want to raise 10000$ 💸to buy a safe mobile home (caravan)🏠 for my family.👩‍🍼👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

My wife Asmaa👱 and my children Misbah👦, Aboud🧒, and the infant Khaled 👶

We are not well. We live on the street 🛤in a tattered tent ⛺that doesn't protect us from the winter cold🌡⛈, rain☔, and storms.💨 ⚡

🙏Help us raise the money by donating via the link👇

Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️💥.

We live in a tiny tent ❄️⛺ barely protected from rain 🌧️ and freezing cold 🥶.

My wife ❤️‍🩹 and daughter ❤️‍🩹 were seriously injured.

My four children 👶👧👦👦 suffer from hunger 🍽️, cold 🧥, and fear 😢.

We urgently need food 🍲, warm clothes 🧦🧤, and a safe place 🏠.

🙏 Every donation counts 💛

📌 Donate here: https://gofund.me/a7bcf56f0

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  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message