knocking on midnight's door

I write to you with a heavy heart 💔 My children and I are going through very difficult times, and no one is asking about us. My son needs treatment and medication, and he needs milk, diapers, and urgent care. Please don't leave us alone in these difficult circumstances. 😔

We need your help. The situation is extremely difficult. You are our last hope. Food, clothes, milk, rent—everything has become incredibly expensive. My son, Ahmed, needs heart surgery and eye surgery. Please help my son so he can complete his treatment and undergo the operations. In addition to my family in Gaza, my parents, brothers, and sisters are also living in dire circumstances. Please help me for the sake of my family.

My name is Sharif, and I suffer from a back injury. I need intensive treatment and physical therapy to recover. Unfortunately, we lost everything in Gaza; we have no income and cannot work. The situation is extremely difficult.

PLEASE HELP 🙏🏽 EVEN A SIMPLE REPOST AND COMMENTING CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

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My baby sister is fighting for her life.

She is only a child, yet she has already endured displacement, fear, and serious health challenges.

Our family is doing everything possible to help her receive the care she needs, but we cannot do it alone.

Kidney failure has destroyed her tiny body, and her potassium levels have dropped dangerously low. Doctors warned us that her heart could stop at any moment. I am a broken mother watching my child fade away in front of my eyes with nothing left but prayers and hope. 💔

We urgently need €400 this week to continue Farah’s treatment and help get her discharged from the hospital.🙏🏻🥹

Farah and all our family members are also suffering from flea and insect bites that caused painful infections and sores, and we desperately need antibiotics and insect treatment.

Please… do not leave my little girl alone in this suffering. Any donation, no matter how small, could help save her life. 🙏🙏🏻

“Thank you to every kind soul standing with us during this painful time… your support could help save Farah’s life. 🙏💔”

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

My name is Tasneem, from Gaza. 🕊️

My father was martyred in the war 💔, and since then life has become much heavier… Despite everything, I worked hard and graduated high school with a 93% average 🎓, still holding on to my dream of continuing my education.

I was able to enroll at the University College of Applied Sciences and complete my first semester, but I couldn’t continue due to accumulated fees I cannot afford.

We are a family of seven 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️, and now we live in a worn-out tent by the sea 🌊, struggling every day just to survive.

My younger brothers, Adam and Ahmed 👦👦, are orphans growing up in hardship, and my sister Arwa was unable to start high school because we cannot afford the fees 📚.

My mother is doing everything she can 🤍, but the burden has become too much.

I am asking for a chance… to continue my education, to help my sister return to school, and to give my brothers a more stable life 🌱

Any support—even if small—can truly make a difference in our lives 🙏✨

People are still dying.

Hunger is still there.

Medicine is still almost impossible to find.

We are trying to survive day by day in conditions that are not meant for any human being. Everything is scarce. Everything is expensive. Even the simplest needs have become a daily struggle.

My father is very sick and urgently needs treatment, but in these conditions, getting the care he needs feels almost impossible.

And while all of this continues, we are still here… trying, holding on, and asking for help.

We urgently need your humanity and support.

Please donate, Please share.

Every reblog helps if you cannot donate!

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We are going through very hard conditions and urgently need your help.

I spend most of my time trying to share updates and reach people, but I still haven’t been able to get enough help.

My father is very sick and urgently needs medical treatment, and I am doing everything I can to support him while we are going through this situation.

Now I am just trying to save my father and support my family.

Please help us by donating or sharing this post.

At night, when everything is quiet, I just watch my children, who are not independent… not a relaxed orchestra, but because my heart yearns for fear.

We no longer have specializations… in a small tent that doesn't teach us, sharing everything, and rats. Every night there, they are without shelter or safety.

My children wake up hungry… and they even need milk.

I chose to appear strong in front of them, smiling through the pain, but inside I am broken… help to secure their most basic rights.

I never imagined things would get this bad… to be afraid of the night, of helplessness, of helplessness.

I'm not asking for much… just a chance to feed my children, a life to protect them, to give them dignity.

If there is no help, not even by doing something… it might be a reason for children to be cut down in this situation.

Please… help me to protect them.

• I have written about you so many times

• posting and tagging for weeks

but sadly the response and compassion have been very little.

I want you to hear me so you can understand how scared I am. I keep my words inside so I don’t look weak in front of you.😭

For two days I have been trying to raise €1500 but unfortunately I haven’t been able to collect anything.

Please help me save her. Please don’t leave her alone.

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I spend most of my time trying to share updates and reach people, but I still haven’t been able to get enough help.

My father is very sick and urgently needs medical treatment, and I am doing everything I can to support him while we are going through this situation.

Now I am just trying to save my father and support my family.

Please help us by donating or sharing this post.

Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

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We are already living in extremely difficult and complex conditions, and without enough support, everything becomes heavier.

We struggle every day to provide the most basic needs.

Food, water, and medicine are not guaranteed.

My father is still sick and needs constant care and medication.

But with the lack of donations, providing what he needs is becoming more and more difficult.

I am doing everything I can, but it is not enough.

We really need your help now more than ever.

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My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

Hello, I'm Lama... My husband, Mohammed, is 30 years old. I want to ask for your help for my husband. Please support him and share his story so that it reaches everyone.🙏

My husband, Mohammed, has suffered from numerous health problems for 12 years, and the situation has worsened during the war due to shortages of medicine and healthy food. He urgently needs surgery and medication.😔

The costs of treatment and medication are very high; please, every donation from you will contribute to his recovery.

Please help my husband, donate to him, and share his story so he can recover and get the medicine.

Every donation, no matter how small—10, 25, 50, 100$...—will contribute to improving his health.