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This campaign was shared by @90-ghost here

Maybe it’s just another story for you, but for me this is my father’s life.

He is still in critical condition, and we are still unable to afford the treatment he needs. Every day without help puts him in more danger.

I’m not asking for much just a moment of your humanity.

Help, share, or don’t ignore us this time.

Please… my father’s life is slipping away. 🙏💔

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

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

Its walls are worn out, and the cold seeps through every night as if we have no shelter at all.

Rodents are everywhere, getting close to our little food and frightening my children in their sleep.

I try to stay strong for them, but fear and exhaustion weigh heavily on my heart each day.

We are in desperate need of help… any kind hand that can restore a sense of safety and give my children a chance to live with dignity.

✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#514)✅

My mother urgently needs eye treatment💔💔. Her vision is slowly fading, and the fear in her eyes is greater than the pain itself.

The cost of a meal in Gaza is 40 $. If you cannot afford that, even the price of a loaf of bread — 5$💔💔💔 would mean so much.😭😭

Before you donate, please take a moment to read our story we really need u. 💔😔

This link is where you can help support our family, and reading our journey will show you exactly how your contribution can make a real difference.👇🙏

Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza and this is Our Story from Gaza: Before and After 💔

Before the war, my family and I lived in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our life was simple but full of meaning. I lived with my parents, my brother, and my sister in a home filled with love and laughter.

Every morning, my father and mother would wake up early to go to work, while my sister prepared for school. We had our normal daily routines, shared meals together, celebrated birthdays, and dreamed of the future.

It wasn’t a rich life, but it was ours. We had our house, a small piece of farmland, good neighbors, and beautiful land around us that gave us a sense of peace and belonging. My mother, father, and sister were always part of this daily rhythm, making our life feel ordinary yet full of warmth and stability.

Every Thursday, our whole family would gather at my grandmother’s house laughter, stories, and meals together. That special time brought us closer and filled our hearts with joy. Now, all of that is gone.

Our home between before and after 🥺💔

The Day Everything Changed 

 During the first week of the war, the bombing forced us to leave our home. We thought it would be temporary, but then came the news that broke us: our home was completely destroyed. Flattened to the ground. Everything we worked for and saved, every memory, gone in a moment.Since then, we have been displaced multiple times from Shuja'iyya to Rimal, then Al-Zawada, and finally Rafah. Each time we carried less with us. We’ve slept on floors, in schools, and even tents. Nights are freezing, days are unbearably hot. There is no clean water, no electricity, no toilets. We wait hours just for bread. We lost not only our home but also our jobs, our stability, and our sense of safety. Right now, our only dream is to survive tomorrow.

Why I Am Asking for Your Help

I am starting this campaign to support my family because the war destroyed everything we had our home, our land, our routines, and our sense of safety. Your help will allow us to rebuild our lives step by step.

and we are raising $20,000 to help my family survive and rebuild after the war. This amount will allow us to:

1-Rebuilding our home and farmland: Our house was completely destroyed, along with our small piece of farmland. These were not just buildings or land they were the heart of our daily life, where we felt safe and connected to our surroundings. We need help to repair and rebuild a stable home and restore the land that provided us with peace and sustenance. 2-Restoring our daily life and happiness: Before the war, we had routines and small joys  working in the fields, sharing meals, celebrating birthdays, and seeing our neighbors regularly. Every Thursday, our family gathered at my grandmother’s house. Those ordinary days brought us happiness and a sense of belonging. We want to bring back some of that normal life. 3-Support for work and livelihoods: The war took away our jobs and sources of income. My parents, who used to work hard to provide for the family, can no longer earn a living safely. Donations will help us cover essential expenses and start rebuilding work opportunities so we can support ourselves again. 4-Food, clean water, and urgent health needs: Life now is a struggle for basic necessities. Your donation helps us access proper food, clean water, and medicine for urgent health needs. Your support, no matter the amount, is not just money it’s hope, dignity, and a chance for a family who lost everything to start over. Every contribution helps us recover a little of the life we loved and the memories that made it special.

As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed

From My Heart ❤️

To everyone who supported us before, and to anyone reading this now  thank you 🙏. I know the world is full of struggles, and I don’t take your kindness for granted.

Please, if you can, donate again through this new link or share it with others. Every bit of help means so much to me and my family. 💔🙏

Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

IMPORTANT: This campaign is real and verified. You can see all updates and amounts raised directly on the link.

If you came from the tags , I want to reassure you, don’t worry, because @gaza-evacuation-funds helps me to make the post reach the largest number of people

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Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honestly what happened: I closed that campaign myself because receiving the money there was very difficult. Their strict policies only allowed transfers in one currency (USD), which made it hard for many people who wanted to support us in other currencies. Some donations could not even reach us, and part of the money had to be returned to the donors.

That’s why I decided to move my campaign here to chuffed.org. This platform is much better for our situation because it allows people to donate in different currencies (USD, EUR, and more). This way, support can truly reach us without these problems.

Thanks to your support, we have collected $22,236! 🙌

We have returned $2,300, and the remaining funds from our previous campaign are approximately $20,000.

With your help, we are now focusing on achieving our next goals:

Our Goals:

Goal 1: 1,000$

Goal 2: 5,000$

Goal 3: 10,000$

Goal 4: 15,000$

Goal 5: 20,000$

Now you can donate any currency you want🙏🙏

My mother is in the ICU, and her life depends on an urgent, life-saving surgery that costs $700.

For three whole days, we haven't received a single donation. Three days of absolute silence and agonizing waiting.

The heartbreaking reality? We have only raised $3 out of $700.

My mother is slowly dying because we cannot afford her treatment.

The amount someone might casually spend on a cup of coffee is literally the price of my mother’s next breath.

We don't have the luxury of time. We don't have the luxury of pride. We need your help immediately.

Please donate whatever you can; even $1 makes a huge difference.

If you cannot donate, reblogging this is a must. It might reach someone who can help save my mother's life before it's too late.

Can anyone match my friend's donation today?

It means losing one of the most valuable things a person can have in life: privacy. A thin piece of fabric separates you from the outside world—it does not block sound or provide real cover. You cannot speak, not even in a whisper, without being heard by neighbors and passersby.

It also means that even the most basic human needs become a source of distress. Going to relieve oneself is no longer a comfort, but an experience filled with embarrassment. Many people have even reduced their food and water intake just to avoid using the bathroom, which has led to illnesses that weaken their bodies and drain their strength.

Living in a tent means being constantly drenched in sweat, day and night. With the severe water shortages we face and the lack of cleaning supplies, skin diseases spread and suffering increases.

A tent is a place of illness, hardship, and oppression. I do not say this to spread despair, but we must not romanticize life in tents—it is, in many ways, a slow death. A tent can feel like a grave for the living.

As for my need today, it is something I feel shy to ask for: I need a 1000-liter water tank for the bathroom so that my family can meet their basic needs with dignity.

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.

📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.

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

Their delicate bodies shiver in my arms, their sunken eyes searching for hope I no longer have to give. And still, the world turns away — blind to their suffering, deaf to their quiet cries.

I beg you, from the depths of a mother’s shattered heart — don’t let their suffering go unseen. Don’t let them vanish in silence. Please, help them before they fade away forever.

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.