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🏕️ Many people think the war is over, but for us, it hasn't. It may have disappeared from the news screens, but the truth is that the danger persists, displacement and forced migration are still a part of our lives, and fear is our constant companion.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 I cannot go to work or provide for my family's needs because I stay in the tent to protect and care for my children in these difficult circumstances.

🍼 My youngest daughter desperately needs milk. 👶 She also needs diapers and clothes. 💔 I am unable to provide these basic necessities for her.

🙏 I am writing these words and appealing to anyone who can help. Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in my children's lives and give us hope during these difficult times.

🌍 If you are unable to donate, sharing this post may help our story reach people who can help

🤲 We ask for nothing more than the opportunity to live with dignity and provide for our children's basic needs.

❤️ A heartfelt thank you to everyone who reads, shares, or offers any kind of support. Every little bit of help means the world to us..

This is our tattered tent.

I am Kareman, a Palestinian mother from Gaza, and we are still alive after 475 days of war that began on October 7, 2023, and ended today. However, despite being alive, pain and sorrow have not left us. Everything around us has turned to rubble. I once said, "This pain will end one day, and I believe in that," but I never imagined that the pain would follow us in this way.

We returned to our home, only to find that the pain has deepened. Our home, which once embraced us, is now destroyed. The fishing boat, which was our only source of livelihood, was consumed by fire, taking away all hope. The fishing nets and equipment, which were our means of survival, have been burned. My husband, who supported us with his work, now has nothing but memories😭💔

As for me, I was a children's teacher, teaching them to love life despite the difficulties, but my school, which was once a place of hope, is now nothing but ash. We have lost everything, but we still hold on to hope thanks to Hamoud, who gives us the strength to keep going.

Today, we need you more than ever. We ask for your help in repairing my husband's fishing boat, as we have no other source of income. If we don't get the support to repair it, we will remain trapped in a cycle of poverty and need. But if we stand together, we can rise again.

Please, don't leave our families in this dark path. Every donation, no matter how small, represents a chance for us to live again.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your continued support, and I trust that hope will return thanks to your help.

Donation link through the campaign gofund

Or through PayPal

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I am very sick. I already went through one surgery, and now I urgently need another one that costs $300. I simply don’t have this amount, and I am terrified of what could happen if I can’t get this operation

I am a mother of two little girls. They are my whole world I cannot bear the thought of something happening to me and leaving them behind with no one. This fear is with me every single moment.

Please, I am begging you even the smallest help can make a difference. If just a few kind people donate $20 each, we can reach the $300 and give me a chance to have this surgery and stay with my daughters.

$20 may seem small, but to me it means hope… it means life.

Please don’t leave me alone in this. Your kindness could save me.

My campaign is verified by Gaza Vetters (No. 665). ✅✅

Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🤍

Vetted by gaza-vetters number in the list ✅365✅

Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔

After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.

Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.

Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs

Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children

I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.

Your support means the world to me and my family.

Please donate 🙏

All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life

Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

Every morning, Adam and Habiba dream of going to school, but due to serious financial difficulties, I can no longer afford their education.

Education is their only hope for a better future. Any support or even sharing this message could help keep their dreams alive.

Thank you for caring 🤍

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That number may seem small to some people, but for my family, it feels like an impossible mountain. We are painfully close to getting the medicines my parents urgently need, yet we are running out of time.💔

I am exhausted from watching my parents suffer and from feeling powerless to help them. Every day that passes without their medication fills me with fear. I keep wondering how much longer they can hold on while we struggle to raise this final amount.😔

The cruelest feeling in the world is knowing that the people you love are suffering while the solution is so close, yet still out of reach. We only need $360. Just $360 separates my parents from the treatment they desperately need. We are not asking for a miracle. If just 15 people donate $25, we can reach our goal today. Fifteen people could change everything for my family.😔💔

Since yesterday, not a single donation has come ,I keep refreshing the fundraiser, hoping to see even a small donation appear. Hoping someone will care. Hoping someone will understand that behind this number are two human beings who are in pain and a family terrified of losing them.💔

If you can help and choose not to, please know that this is not just another post for us. This is our parents' lives. This is our fear. This is our desperation. We are not asking for luxury, comfort, or anything extra-we are simply trying to keep the people we love alive.

Please, don't leave us alone in this moment. Help us reach the last $360 before another day passes that my parents cannot afford to lose.🙏💔😔

Please help us before it is too late.🙏💔

Current process: USD 16,705 / $17,065

Vatted by: @90-ghost

Vatted by: @sar-soor

Deadline 20 June

Subject : collecting money for my father's emergency operation in his head

Current process :

USD 2,051 / $2,513

Vetted by @sar-soor

Vetted by @opencommunion

Vetted by @el-shab-hussein

💔 Urgent Appeal for My Father’s Life 💔

I never imagined that I would have to write these words and beg for help to save my father’s life.

My father suffered a severe head injury after a nearby bombardment. Since that day, his condition has been extremely critical, and sadly, it continues to deteriorate day after day. Doctors have stressed that he urgently needs surgery as soon as possible to prevent further complications and give him a chance to survive and recover.

Thanks to the kindness and generosity of many compassionate people, we have been able to collect part of the required amount. However, we still have $462 remaining, and we must raise it as quickly as possible before it is too late.

Every day that passes without the surgery puts my father in greater danger. Watching him suffer while being unable to help him is a pain beyond words. We are doing everything we can, but we cannot do this alone.

I am pleading with you from the bottom of my heart: if you are able to donate, no matter how small the amount, your contribution could make a real difference and help save my father’s life. If you cannot donate, please share this appeal with your friends and family. A single share may reach someone who can help.

Please do not leave us alone during this difficult time. My father deserves a chance to live, and your support could be the reason he gets that chance.

Thank you for your kindness, your prayers, and your support. ❤️

He was admitted to the hospital today, and his condition is critical. We are terrified and running out of time. We cannot afford the treatment and medication he needs every day. Without it, his life is in real danger. I’m begging you please, don’t ignore this. Help us in any way you can.

Even a small contribution or sharing this post could save his life.

Please… we truly need you right now. 🙏💔 :::

Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. 🏡❤️

Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.

Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥

Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺

The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. 🥶👶💔

As a father, this is the deepest pain—to see your children suffer and feel helpless.

Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I can… but it is not enough. 😔

I need your help.

I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔

Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heart—please give us another chance. 🤝

Your help can save my children. 🙏

Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children

🍼 Milk for my baby daughter

💊 Medicine when we are sick

🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights

Please, my friends… do not turn away.

If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢

From a father who is trying not to lose everything

Thank you for standing with us. ❤️

Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

Every morning, Adam and Habiba dream of going to school, but due to serious financial difficulties, I can no longer afford their education.

Education is their only hope for a better future. Any support or even sharing this message could help keep their dreams alive.

Thank you for caring 🤍

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Look at these pictures. How long will this continue? Yesterday I narrowly escaped death, and today a residential block near my home was targeted, and we miraculously survived again. How long will this silence last? It will kill me and my family. Please help me. Donate to us. Donate to my nephew to save him from death and get him the surgery he needs. I'm afraid if anything happens to me, no one will be able to save my nephew. Please, please donate before we die. Donate! 😭💔

I write to you with a heavy heart 💔 My children and I are going through very difficult times, and no one is asking about us. My son needs treatment and medication, and he needs milk, diapers, and urgent care. Please don't leave us alone in these difficult circumstances. 😔

This is my new campaign link after the old one stopped working due to the bank account being closed. I hope you can help me with this account. We need your help to treat my child, Ahmed. Please help!

Ahmed is suffering greatly. His condition is worsening because I can't afford his surgery; I keep postponing it. Every post I ignore means an extra hour of pain. Please donate; your help could save his life.

My son Ahmed suffers from two holes in his heart and damage to his optic nerve. He needs medical care and surgery. We are stranded in Egypt in a very difficult situation and have no income. We need your help and donations to treat my son Ahmed. Please share this post and donate, even a small amount. Please.

My children are holding on to a small hope your help now could save them from a harsh fate. Every contribution, no matter the size makes a real difference in their lives

My daughters spend their days standing in long lines for water and bread instead of living their childhood 🥺 My husband was also injured while trying to bring food for us during the famine.

I created this fundraiser with a broken heart, only hoping to protect my daughters and give them a chance to live with dignity, safety, and hope again 🙏

Any donation, no matter how small, can help us survive. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story may help us reach someone who can, but please try to support us with a donation because my campaign is still new and my little girls desperately need your help 🌿

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

My name is Najah.

I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room.

I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for me to return

Today, I'm writing to you with a tired hand - but my hope is not tired

The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve...

But time is not unlimited, and support is the difference

Just imagine for a moment:

70 people.

70 hearts.

7O simple decisions to give💔

Only $5 from each person

An amount you might not even notice in your daily lirfe...

But here, in this bed,

it is a new heartbeat, a chance to stand again, the beginning of healing💔🥺

The pain is hard...

The waiting is harder..

But the hardest part is knowing survival is close, yet still needs one small step🙏

I'm not asking one person to carry everything alone.

Just 70 small life🥺❤️

people who believe acts, when combined.

that create

With your support, I can rise,

With your support, I can return to my dreams.

With your support, my name - Najah - can truly become "success" 6

Please don't scroll past in silence💔

Share. Donate. Be one of the seventy

You might be the one who completes the hope.🙏

Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah

She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.

Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her

Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her

Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!

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Without this treatment, death is not a possibility—it is inevitable.

She is growing weaker day by day, and we cannot do this alone.

Just $10 from 50 people could help save her life.

It may seem like a small amount, but for Najah, it is the difference between life and death.

My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.

My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.

We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️