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I close my eyes and find its too late

The Israeli army continues to bombard Syria and attack what is left of the former government’s military infrastructure

Five-year-old Mariam,🕊with her bright pink backpack and tiny hands clutching a red rose, was ready to head to her KG2 class. It was a Saturday morning, October 7, and Mariam was filled with excitement and pride for reaching the next stage of her education. She wanted to surprise her kind teacher with that little rose. But in an instant, her world — our world — was torn apart.

Without warning, the skies filled with the sounds of explosions. The joyful morning turned into a nightmare of dust, fear, and destruction. Her preschool was shattered, her teacher’s life taken, and our neighborhood became a place of ruin. That single day marked the beginning of a relentless assault on Gaza — a place where childhood dreams, laughter, and innocence were erased in moments.

I am Khaled Ismail, a 41-year-old father, and my wife Rasha is 32. We live in Gaza with our three children. Our youngest, beautiful Mariam🕊, is just five years old. Our eldest, Walid, 12, is a boy full of dreams, always hoping to become an inventor. And in the middle, there’s Karim, our 10-year-old, whose laughter and jokes used to brighten our darkest days.

But the war has left scars that words cannot heal. The day of the first airstrike changed everything. Rubble covered their toys, and black dust filled the air. The sound of my children’s cries mixed with the chaos of families running for their lives. We left our home that day, desperately searching for safety. But every step, every shelter, brought only more destruction.

For a year now, we have been displaced, moving from one place to another, only to be met with more violence. Today, our home is nothing more than a frail tent. It offers no shelter from the burning heat of summer or the biting cold of winter. My children’s small bodies are battered by this reality — malnutrition, intestinal infections, heat stroke, and even hepatitis are constant threats.

I have nothing left to change our situation. My children have lost everything. I have lost everything. Their childhood is buried under the rubble, their dreams replaced by survival, and their once-joyful laughter now a faint memory.

I am humbly reaching out to you with a plea to help us escape this endless nightmare. Our dream is simple: to find safety, to give our children a chance at life, to give Mariam and her brothers a future. With every dollar, you offer a glimmer of hope, a step closer to a place where they can finally be children again.

Please, be the reason my family finds peace. Your support, even just one dollar, can make all the difference. Together, we can turn this story of despair into one of hope and resilience. Start today, and be a part of the miracle we need.

Help Mariam🕊. Help my family. Let us find a place to live with dignity and hope. Thank you for reading, and thank you for caring.

Foragers (2022, Jumana Manna 🇵🇸)

The fierce winds have torn apart the roof of our tent, and heavy rain has flooded everything around us. Now, we live in our torn tent, with my little child shivering in my arms, and my sick mother in law struggling to withstand the biting cold that pierces our fragile bodies.

Every night, I wake up terrified multiple times, placing my hand on my child’s chest to make sure he is still breathing. The thought of losing him tears my heart apart with every passing minute. After seeing the news about children who died from extreme cold, the fear for our lives has become more real and frightening than ever. 😭💔

Your support has been the only reason we have survived the hardest times of our lives, and we will forever be grateful to you kindness. 🙏💚 Thanks to a kind-hearted person, just a few days ago, we were able to purchase a tent that filled our hearts with joy and hope during this difficult time. Our gratitude and thanks to them cannot be expressed in words 🙏♥️

but we didn’t even get a chance to find comfort in it before the winds tore it apart and rainwater flooded inside. 😥💔

We are facing a harsh winter unlike any we have seen in Gaza for years, with nothing to protect us from the unforgiving cold. We are exposed to this storm, struggling solely to survive. ❄️

Please! We desperately need blankets, warm winter clothes, and covers to shield my child and my mother in law from this frost. Most importantly, we need strong tarps to repair our destroyed tent, but they are expensive, and we cannot afford them. 😥

Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death for us. Don’t let our cries fade away in this deadly cold. Help us survive and give us hope for a warmer and safer tomorrow. 🙏🫂

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In the heart of Gaza

, where wounds never heal, a small family refuses to surrender. Their suffering has been transformed into strength, and they have made love their homeland. ❤️‍🩹🍉

Gaza is not just a city , but an immortal spirit, even in the most difficult circumstances. Despite everything, this family dreams of a better day.🏚🔜🏠

We hope you can help us build our lost home. Simple donations make a huge difference in our lives.🌿🇵🇸

Thank you to everyone for your support🫂🥹

Beautiful morning 🌞

The war in Gaza has stopped, but the bigger war has begun. Citizens, especially children, the sick, women and the elderly, whose homes were destroyed by the Israeli occupation forces, are sleeping in the open, under the bitter cold and rain, in difficult humanitarian conditions, lacking the most basic necessities of life, and the world is helpless, leaving Gaza to bleed silently under the weight of an unprecedented humanitarian disaster.