ABOD-GAZA

Winter has arrived in Gaza, bringing with it even more suffering.

We are living in a worn-out tent that offers no real protection —

not from the rain that leaks through the fabric 🌨️

not from the strong winds, 🌪️

and not from the bitter cold that surrounds us day and night 🌬️

Many believe that when the war ends, the suffering ends too.

But for us, the war may have stopped, yet the hardship continues 💔😭

There is still no source of income,

and every day is a struggle to survive.

Inside this fragile tent lives my entire family in extreme vulnerability 😔🥺

My grandmother is elderly and ill, and needs constant care and warmth 😓

My mother suffers from a heart condition and requires ongoing treatment and proper heating 🥺

My wife is pregnant and urgently needs proper nutrition, medical care, and a safe, warm environment for her and the unborn baby 🥺🥺

A tent is not a home ..

Winter in Gaza is cruel, especially for the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women.

We spend cold nights wrapped in damp blankets, hoping to make it through until morning.

How up your donation will be used:

• Providing warm blankets, winter clothes, and basic heating

• Supplying food and proper nutrition, especially for my pregnant wife

• Purchasing essential medicines and medical care for my mother and grandmother

• Helping us secure safer shelter materials to reduce rain and wind exposure

Your support will go directly toward protecting my family’s health and dignity during this harsh winter.

🔗 Donation link :

Every donation, no matter the amount, can help us survive the cold 🙏🏻

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing this post ..

Your compassion can truly save lives

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

Winter has arrived in Gaza, bringing with it even more suffering.

We are living in a worn-out tent that offers no real protection —

not from the rain that leaks through the fabric 🌨️

not from the strong winds, 🌪️

and not from the bitter cold that surrounds us day and night 🌬️

Many believe that when the war ends, the suffering ends too.

But for us, the war may have stopped, yet the hardship continues 💔😭

There is still no source of income,

and every day is a struggle to survive.

Inside this fragile tent lives my entire family in extreme vulnerability 😔🥺

My grandmother is elderly and ill, and needs constant care and warmth 😓

My mother suffers from a heart condition and requires ongoing treatment and proper heating 🥺

My wife is pregnant and urgently needs proper nutrition, medical care, and a safe, warm environment for her and the unborn baby 🥺🥺

A tent is not a home ..

Winter in Gaza is cruel, especially for the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women.

We spend cold nights wrapped in damp blankets, hoping to make it through until morning.

How up your donation will be used:

• Providing warm blankets, winter clothes, and basic heating

• Supplying food and proper nutrition, especially for my pregnant wife

• Purchasing essential medicines and medical care for my mother and grandmother

• Helping us secure safer shelter materials to reduce rain and wind exposure

Your support will go directly toward protecting my family’s health and dignity during this harsh winter.

🔗 Donation link :

Every donation, no matter the amount, can help us survive the cold 🙏🏻

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing this post ..

Your compassion can truly save lives

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

Winter has arrived in Gaza, bringing with it even more suffering.

We are living in a worn-out tent that offers no real protection —

not from the rain that leaks through the fabric 🌨️

not from the strong winds, 🌪️

and not from the bitter cold that surrounds us day and night 🌬️

Many believe that when the war ends, the suffering ends too.

But for us, the war may have stopped, yet the hardship continues 💔😭

There is still no source of income,

and every day is a struggle to survive.

Inside this fragile tent lives my entire family in extreme vulnerability 😔🥺

My grandmother is elderly and ill, and needs constant care and warmth 😓

My mother suffers from a heart condition and requires ongoing treatment and proper heating 🥺

My wife is pregnant and urgently needs proper nutrition, medical care, and a safe, warm environment for her and the unborn baby 🥺🥺

A tent is not a home ..

Winter in Gaza is cruel, especially for the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women.

We spend cold nights wrapped in damp blankets, hoping to make it through until morning.

How up your donation will be used:

• Providing warm blankets, winter clothes, and basic heating

• Supplying food and proper nutrition, especially for my pregnant wife

• Purchasing essential medicines and medical care for my mother and grandmother

• Helping us secure safer shelter materials to reduce rain and wind exposure

Your support will go directly toward protecting my family’s health and dignity during this harsh winter.

🔗 Donation link :

Every donation, no matter the amount, can help us survive the cold 🙏🏻

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing this post ..

Your compassion can truly save lives

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

Winter has arrived in Gaza, bringing with it even more suffering.

We are living in a worn-out tent that offers no real protection —

not from the rain that leaks through the fabric 🌨️

not from the strong winds, 🌪️

and not from the bitter cold that surrounds us day and night 🌬️

Many believe that when the war ends, the suffering ends too.

But for us, the war may have stopped, yet the hardship continues 💔😭

There is still no source of income,

and every day is a struggle to survive.

Inside this fragile tent lives my entire family in extreme vulnerability 😔🥺

My grandmother is elderly and ill, and needs constant care and warmth 😓

My mother suffers from a heart condition and requires ongoing treatment and proper heating 🥺

My wife is pregnant and urgently needs proper nutrition, medical care, and a safe, warm environment for her and the unborn baby 🥺🥺

A tent is not a home ..

Winter in Gaza is cruel, especially for the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women.

We spend cold nights wrapped in damp blankets, hoping to make it through until morning.

How up your donation will be used:

• Providing warm blankets, winter clothes, and basic heating

• Supplying food and proper nutrition, especially for my pregnant wife

• Purchasing essential medicines and medical care for my mother and grandmother

• Helping us secure safer shelter materials to reduce rain and wind exposure

Your support will go directly toward protecting my family’s health and dignity during this harsh winter.

🔗 Donation link :

Every donation, no matter the amount, can help us survive the cold 🙏🏻

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing this post ..

Your compassion can truly save lives

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

Winter has arrived in Gaza, bringing with it even more suffering.

We are living in a worn-out tent that offers no real protection —

not from the rain that leaks through the fabric 🌨️

not from the strong winds, 🌪️

and not from the bitter cold that surrounds us day and night 🌬️

Many believe that when the war ends, the suffering ends too.

But for us, the war may have stopped, yet the hardship continues 💔😭

There is still no source of income,

and every day is a struggle to survive.

Inside this fragile tent lives my entire family in extreme vulnerability 😔🥺

My grandmother is elderly and ill, and needs constant care and warmth 😓

My mother suffers from a heart condition and requires ongoing treatment and proper heating 🥺

My wife is pregnant and urgently needs proper nutrition, medical care, and a safe, warm environment for her and the unborn baby 🥺🥺

A tent is not a home ..

Winter in Gaza is cruel, especially for the sick, the elderly, and pregnant women.

We spend cold nights wrapped in damp blankets, hoping to make it through until morning.

How up your donation will be used:

• Providing warm blankets, winter clothes, and basic heating

• Supplying food and proper nutrition, especially for my pregnant wife

• Purchasing essential medicines and medical care for my mother and grandmother

• Helping us secure safer shelter materials to reduce rain and wind exposure

Your support will go directly toward protecting my family’s health and dignity during this harsh winter.

🔗 Donation link :

Every donation, no matter the amount, can help us survive the cold 🙏🏻

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing this post ..

Your compassion can truly save lives

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

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📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸GoFundMe link🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸GoFundMe link🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸GoFundMe link🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸GoFundMe link🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸GoFundMe link🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔