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I am Suheila from Gaza, Palestine

Mother of five children

🏥✋ Today, I had surgery on my hand, and my condition is critical.

🩸⬇️ My blood level dropped to 6, and I am at risk of death ⚠️💀.

Please donate to me and help me. I am dying slowly. Save my life. Support me financially so I can buy medicine.

😔 I am weak, in pain, and exhausted.

💊❌ I have no money for treatment or medicine.

🍞❌ There is no food in my home.

👶🍼 I have an infant baby with no milk.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💔 I have 5 children with no food to eat.

🤕🚫 My husband is injured and unable to work.

🙏😭 Please, I am begging for help.

💵❤️ Any support, even a small amount, can save my life and my children.

We are a family of 7. Our home was completely destroyed 💥🏚️. There is no safety, no shelter, not even a tent 🏕️ to protect us from the cold ❄️ and rain 🌧️.

We are living on the streets 🏙️, without food 🍞, and our lives are in danger ⚠️.

Please, any help matters 🙏 — shelter, food, or urgent aid. Every moment counts

🤍🌍 Please don’t turn away.

🙏 Help us survive.

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I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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Hello, my friends,

Thank you so much for all your support.

I have some good news I wanted to share with you.

I have made progress in my project and managed to create some wonderful pieces. However, I faced major setbacks because I needed to buy raw materials, and I didn’t have enough money. My campaign is moving very slowly.

At the same time, I am trying to support my family and become independent by starting my own project.

These are some of the results of my achievements this month, created amidst the tents and rubble. I will try to keep you updated always, but please help me as much as you can and talk about my work.

Here is a glimpse of some of the hardships I face, with rain and water leaking into the tent where my family and I live. But I always hold on to hope for life 🤍.

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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.

We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.

My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.

Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.

We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.

Please help me.😭🙏🙏

This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.

When I look at this picture, I see a child who should be allowed to enjoy a beautiful moment without fear or worry. But I am writing this because I need help providing basic essentials for my family.

I am sharing this because I want people to see him first, and to remember that behind every fundr@iser_ there is a real family trying to hold on.

If you can don@te_, thank you.

If you can’t, reblogging this post would still h_elp us.

When I look at this picture, I see a child who should be allowed to enjoy a beautiful moment without fear or worry. But I am writing this because I need help providing basic essentials for my family.

I am sharing this because I want people to see him first, and to remember that behind every fundr@iser_ there is a real family trying to hold on.

If you can don@te_, thank you.

If you can’t, reblogging this post would still h_elp us.

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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