The world is not better off without you

His tumblr is @ahmedgaza28

This is his current fundraiser:

Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life. We had a beautiful home filled with laughter, family gatherings, and precious memories. My husband worked hard to build a small company that provided for us, and we dreamed of a bright future for our children. My eldest son had just begun a new job and was excited to start his life, while my second son proudly worked alongside his father.

Then the war took everything.

Our home was reduced to rubble. The company that my husband spent years building disappeared overnight. The life we had worked so hard for was gone in a moment.

But the greatest loss was my son.

My eldest son was killed while trying to bring food to our family. He left home hoping to help his hungry brothers and sisters and never came back. No mother should have to bury her child, especially a child whose last act was trying to feed his family.

As if that pain was not enough, my other son was severely injured and now desperately needs medical treatment that we cannot afford.

We spent every penny we had trying to survive. Today, we have no savings left, no home to return to, and no way to provide the basic necessities my children need. Every day is a struggle to find food, medicine, and shelter. As a mother, it breaks my heart to watch my children suffer and to feel powerless to help them.

That is why I started this campaign.

I am not asking for luxury or comfort. I am simply asking for a chance to keep my children alive, to provide food for their empty stomachs, medicine for my injured son, and hope for their future. My youngest daughter deserves the opportunity to grow up in safety and dignity, not surrounded by loss and hardship.

Our campaign is moving very slowly, and we are running out of options. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference for my family. If you are unable to donate, please share our story. Your kindness may reach someone who can help.

Today, I would like to ask you to support Hanaa and her family during an incredibly difficult time. ❤️

They are facing serious hardships and struggling to meet even their most basic needs. Like many families, they are carrying burdens that have become too heavy to bear alone 💔.

Any contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in Hanaa's life and help bring some relief and hope to her family 🙏.

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing her story. Every donation, share, and prayer helps more than you can imagine 🤲✨.

I am making this post in support of @danashehab . This family needs your help!

"We write to you with hearts heavy with pain and hope. We are two families from Gaza – my family (I am Amal Ashour) and my sister’s family (Reem Shehab). We are doing everything we can to save our children and loved ones from the horrors of the ongoing war. For months, we have been living under constant bombardment, without safety, without electricity, without clean water, with little food and almost no medicine. Every day we lose a part of our lives, and every night we fear that we may not see the next morning.

Amal’s family is made up of three members: myself (Amal), my husband Mo’tasem, and our little daughter Mariam, who is not yet three years old. I am also six months pregnant and urgently in need of proper nutrition, medicine, and supplements to protect my pregnancy and the baby’s life.

Reem’s family is made up of eight members: Reem, her husband Fahed, their eldest daughter Sahar (14 years old), Dana, Mona (named after their grandmother), Malak, their youngest child Yehya, and their grandmother Mona, who has been living with them since the start of this war.

Please, we beg you – help us survive. Help us reach safety. Help us find peace. Our children’s simplest dreams – to play, to go to school, to sleep peacefully – have become impossible. We are not asking for much, only the chance at life, the chance to take them to safety where they can live like other children around the world. The costs of leaving Gaza are extremely high and we cannot cover them. We cannot leave now due to the closure of all crossings that would allow us to travel from Gaza and the horrors of this war to a safe country that provides us with the basic necessities of life. However, we launched this campaign to raise the necessary funds to cross the border, secure a safe passage to safety, and purchase food, drink, medicine, and basic necessities until the crossing reopens.

Every contribution – small or large – means a new chance at life, a window of hope in a time when we have lost everything. Your support is not just a donation; it is the saving of lives and the restoration of hope for children who want nothing more than to live in peace. From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for your compassion and generosity. Please stand with us in this time of desperation and be the reason our families survive.

Evacuation Permit Fees:

The fee required for each person is around $5,500 (USD), around $61,000 (USD) for 11 people.

Cost of Living:

Around $350 (USD) weekly for just basic food stuffs. Withdrawal commission (for cash) ranges between 40-50% (for every $100, the family loses between $40-$50). Per month, it'll be around $2000 just to meet the bare minimum for all the family ($1400 for food + $560 for commission)."

I have seen their videos on TikTok, under the user @ah.sh_ooq and I have witnessed the father in this family get sicker and sicker. He's now in hospital, and can't speak or walk. Please, please help them, those who can!

"We are 4 children, three girls, Susan, 9, Judy, 6, Sham, 7 months, and Ahmed, 5 years. We live with our poor father inside a tent in Mawasi Khan Yunis., In addition to 73 members of our family, including 50 children, the oldest of whom is 16 years old and the youngest of 3 days old. My father lived in extreme poverty before the war. We had a small, beautiful room made of asbestos that contained us warmly. Despite my father’s circumstances, we were happy as we waited for my father to return from small work. Now that the room in which we all lived was demolished due to the genocide war, it was as if the army The Israeli found that it was too big for us, so he bombed it with his huge bombs. A small room fell on top of tons of explosives, which made it news. While I was escaping with my father, I was injured in the foot by some shrapnel, and my brother Ahmed was also injured by shrapnel, but my sister Sham was lucky to remain in the stomach. My mother, who gave birth to her after we escaped the bombing, But my father was not as lucky as us. His leg injury was very serious and he must go and be treated abroad, so this is impossible and also requires a very high amount of money, not our ability, and it is possible that he will lose his leg.

now lives inside a tent in the bitter cold and extreme heat. We have no clothes or shoes. My little sister, Sham, was born in the war. We dry her clothes that are always available, and sometimes we wash used diapers to reuse them because they are not available, and when I got them my parents couldn't afford them. Some days we may eat one meal and sometimes we may not. All I want is to return to that small room, and buy clothes and my little toy that remained under the rubble. I appeal to your living consciences to help us live our childhood that was destroyed under the rubble of our home. Don't let us die of hunger. The death we see every minute is enough for us. I don't want to see my sisters die before my eyes. We are waiting for your merciful hand.

This is me, Judy. I am still child, looking with frightened eyes. mama said, “Come, let us photograph you. We heard that there are people in this world who still have mercy.” I wore the most beautiful clothes I have. Unfortunately, they are not very beautiful, but they are appropriate because my other clothes are wet. I only have two clothes. I gave them a gift. To my mother, our neighbor in the tent, my mother said to me, “Smile, Judy, there are those who will love your smile and will help us.”

I forgot to tell you that I refused to let you see me before I arranged my hair. I made my mother put flowers on my hair. I love it very much. I’m sorry. In the pictures I don’t wear shoes, because I don’t have them. My dream was to wear the shoes of a little queen, but that’s no problem. It’s just me. I want any shoes, even if they are a little worn out, because the sea sand is very hot. This one in the picture is Sham. My father made a bed for her from the rubble of our room. She only knows the sounds of bombs. Until now, she has not known the sound of soft music. She always suffers from skin rashes. And intestinal diseases, due to our frequent use of used diapers, because we wash and dry them, because they are not available at all, and even if they were available, my father does not have money to buy them.

This little boy next to me is Ahmed. He does not like photography. He tells me that no one believes him and no one will help us. You will cry, my sister, without anyone paying attention to you. Ahmed, my brother, is very smart and loves studying and making kites. He says that one day he will fly out of this world when his leg is in good condition.

Your compassionate hand is enough to help us. Don’t forget little Susan."

You can see more photos and read more of their story on their GFM, and you can see them all beg for help on their TikTok.