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I need your help , if you can 🥺

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #618 )✅️

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-Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #618 )

This is my little brother. He was injured in the ongoing attacks on Gaza. He is fighting for his life right now, and our medical resources are exhausted. We urgently need help to provide him with the necessary treatment or medical evacuation. Please help us save him. Every reblog, donation, or lead to a medical organization matters.

My link 🙏🥹

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

This is my little brother. He was injured in the ongoing attacks on Gaza. He is fighting for his life right now, and our medical resources are exhausted. We urgently need help to provide him with the necessary treatment or medical evacuation. Please help us save him. Every reblog, donation, or lead to a medical organization matters.

My link 🙏🥹

In Gaza, children are born with angelic faces, only to wake up to a reality that even mountains cannot endure. This child, with his calm smile and tiny clothes, stands as a witness to a world that has failed us all. Behind him lies the debris of what was once a home, and before him is a future we are desperately trying to make safer.

We are not asking for the impossible. We are simply asking for this little one’s right to a dignified life—for a roof that protects him, a meal that sustains him, and a peace that is not stolen by the sound of sirens and explosions.

Every contribution, no matter how small, is a foundation stone in rebuilding the lives of these little ones.

We are not numbers.

We are not headlines.

We are not statistics on the news.

We are real people living in Gaza,

trying to survive day by day under conditions no family should face.

We smile for the camera,

but behind it there is fear, exhaustion, and uncertainty about tomorrow.

If you can help us , thank you from the heart .

If you can’t please reblog - visibility matters more than you think.

Will I ever return? Will I ever see our home again?

I want to walk through our front door... but I don't know if I'll even recognize the path to it anymore.

For everything has changed... even the memories

"The home is there... and I am here... and the distance between us is measured by a loneliness that will never end."

"I want to fall asleep in my old room... and I don't know if I'll ever wake up there again."

"The map of our homeland has become etched on our foreheads... and the path of return is drawn in blood."

amidst the mud, the cold, and the flooded tents. In Gaza, even the rain we used to wait for has become a source of fear and heavy burdens. My brother isn't asking for much—just his simplest rights: a warm place, a clean meal, and a childhood free from fear.

Please help us get him out of this situation; any help, no matter how small, makes a world of difference in his life."

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.

It’s hard to find words when life becomes a daily battle for the basics. I am writing to you from Gaza, where every day is a test of endurance. Between the scarcity of food, clean water, and the skyrocketing cost of living, we are struggling just to keep going.

I’m not just asking for help; I’m asking for a chance to breathe, to provide for my family, and to survive these harsh conditions. Any support—no matter how small—makes a world of difference to us right now. If you can’t donate, please reblog this post. Your voice helps our story reach those who can help.