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❗This is not just a headline. It’s our reality.

No food. No medicine. No safe place left.

We cry out in every language, hoping someone hears us:

غزة تموت جوعاً

Gaza is starving to death

Gaza meurt de faim

Gaza se muere de hambre

Gaza verhungert

Gaza sta morendo di fame

Газа умирает от голода

加沙正在饿死

ガザは飢えで死にかけている

가자는 굶어 죽어가고 있다

Gazze açlıktan ölüyor

गाज़ा भूख से मर रहा है

Gaza está morrendo de fome

Gaza sekarat karena kelaparan

غزہ بھوک سے مر رہا ہے

غزه از گرسنگی در حال مرگ است

Η Γάζα πεθαίνει από την πείνα

Gaza svälter ihjäl

🆘 Please don’t scroll past this.

Every share, every donation, every voice counts.

Vetted!!!

(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).

Deadline 5 September

Subject: Collecting money to buy a tent and transportation to move to the south

Current process:

USD 3,857 / $4,700

Vatted by @90-ghost

Vatted by @sar-soor

Vatted by @fairuzfan

Each day in Gaza feels like a battle to survive. The occupation has declared Gaza a "dangerous combat zone" and now threatens us with a ground invasion. We are terrified, knowing that any moment could be our last if we stay. Like so many families, we have been told to flee south but leaving is not simple.

We need a tent to give us even the smallest sense of shelter, which costs $450 . We need $200 just to reach the south safely. And on top of that, the 30% withdrawal fee (about $200), which makes our struggle even heavier.

We are not asking for comfort only for the chance to survive, to protect our loved ones, and to have a roof, even if it is made of cloth, over our heads. Your support is the only light we have in this darkness.

Every donation you make is a lifeline, a piece of safety, and a step closer to survival for my family.

Please, help us escape this nightmare.💔😔🙏

i'll leave this as a draft, since I don't know what to do with it. mg coin thinks it's cool.

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.

Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.

Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.

I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.

Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.

DON’T SKIP, PLEASE I BEG YOU.

Please, I beg you — if you're reading this, don’t look away. Every second matters.

Children in Gaza are wasting away before our eyes. Starvation is not a silent death — it screams through every rib, every bone showing beneath their skin. I am a mother, and my little boy Qais is one of them. He’s just a baby, too small to endure this kind of suffering. Your donation could mean the difference between life and death. Please, help us feed Qais and the countless children who have nothing left but pain.

This famine in Gaza is not a natural disaster — it is man-made, and it is killing our children.

1. The Israeli blockade has cut off access to food, clean water, and essential supplies, turning Gaza into an open-air prison where starvation spreads rapidly.

2. Deliberate obstruction of humanitarian aid prevents food and medical supplies from reaching those in desperate need — including children like my baby boy, Qais.

3. Destruction of farmland and infrastructure from relentless bombings has made it nearly impossible for families to grow or access food.

From the depths of a grieving mother’s heart, I beg you — don’t let Qais starve to death. He’s only a child, his only crime is being born in Gaza. His little body trembles in my arms as I watch him shrink before my eyes. Please don’t look away. Please don’t let him fade into silence like so many others. Every dollar, every share, every act of compassion could save him. I am pleading with everything I have — help me keep my son alive.

PLEASE DONATE HERE

If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone?

DONATE HERE PLEASE

My sisters and father are in intensive care and need urgent treatment... Please, with a broken heart, I can't find the right words.

I just want you to help me raise the medical costs for my father and sisters

Verification: Shared by @/el-shab-hussein!

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

Zeina’s drawing shows how much she misses her father, who is still in Gaza. She drew them holding hands, surrounded by hearts, and wrote his name with love. She has kept drawing him this way as if holding his hand on paper, which helps her feel closer to him.

Please don’t forget to support our campaign to reunite our family again.

The price of a box of milk is $80, the price of a box of diapers is $100, and the price of flour is $800.

Hello, my name is Enas Hajjo. I’m 30 years old, and I live in Gaza. A few days ago, I gave birth to my baby boy during one of the most terrifying times of my life. The birth was extremely difficult—not because of any medical condition, but because there is no food, no medicine, and no safety here anymore. Everything around us has been destroyed, including my home.

Despite everything, I’m so grateful my baby was born alive and safe. I’ve dreamed of becoming a mother for so long. That dream finally came true, but now I’m facing a nightmare I never imagined—trying to keep my newborn alive without the basic necessities.

Because of the war, the price of baby formula has skyrocketed to $80 per can, and a single pack of diapers costs $100—prices that are completely out of reach for me and so many others. I can’t breastfeed because I’m suffering from severe malnutrition. My body simply can’t produce milk.

My baby cries constantly, and I know it’s because he’s hungry. I hold him close, try to comfort him, but nothing replaces the nourishment he needs.

Please, I’m begging from the depths of a mother’s heart—help me feed my baby. Help me give him the chance to survive, to grow, to live beyond this war.

If you can donate, share, or even just send a prayer—you’re giving my baby a chance. No child should go hungry. No mother should feel this helpless.

Note.👇

Amanda Marsh, my friend from America, is the campaign organizer.

"Please click here and donate to my child."

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #425 )✅️

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.

With love and hope,

Enas Hajjo, Gaza