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I never imagined I would have to ask for help like this, but today I have no other choice.

My family is living in extremely difficult conditions. My children have become sick because of the poor shelter and harsh living conditions we are forced to endure every day. As a parent, it breaks my heart to watch them suffer while I am unable to provide what they need.

We are struggling to cover even our most basic necessities, and every day brings new challenges.

Any donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference for my family. If you cannot donate, please share our story with others.

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

Please help my family through this difficult time.

This part of my heart is now breaking. Amal, who's been on a poor diet because she can't afford better food, is unable to breastfeed baby Mina any longer, and is unable to afford enough formula to compensate, and now both mother and baby are weak and malnourished.

Amal is suffocating from the stress of having to provide for her daughters. Her husband Motasem is doing everything he can (recently, he was almost caught in a bombing while trying to get food) but they're both overwhelmed. I wish there was anything I can do for them.

I'm begging you to donate if you can and share if you can't. I want, more than anything in this world, for these kids to grow up healthy and for their parents to be able to rest.

Vetted! #175 on the verified fundraiser list vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi

the Ashours and the Shehabs made this new fundraiser to avoid issues with their old fundraisers' sites.

the Shehabs' fundraiser was #764 on The ButterflyEffect Project's list of vetted fundraisers. [ link to Google Sheets ]

the Shehabs' old fundraiser was also supported by @/90-ghost. [ link to post ]

it was also vetted by @/el-shab-hussein. [ link to post ]

the last funding was received around 1 day ago!

the fundraiser is still VERY LOW on funds!

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 mother is still in the ICU, and her condition is getting worse.

I am terrified that my next update won't be asking for help.

In every child's eyes lies a story waiting for someone to write its happy ending. Your donation today is not just money; it's a child's laughter, renewed hope, and a brighter future. Join us in wiping away their tears and drawing genuine smiles on their innocent faces. Your giving makes all the difference in their lives! (Short and direct format suitable for websites

🙏🙏😭 ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #380 )✅️💔

I write this as I watch my mother deteriorate day by day, unable to stop what is happening to her.

Her condition has become very serious due to liver cirrhosis, and her platelet count has dropped to a dangerously low level.

We urgently need the N-Plate 250 mcg injection again. Doctors confirmed the esophageal varices procedure cannot be done without it, and any delay increases the risk.

Time is running out and her condition is worsening. Donate now

The injection costs over $500, which I cannot afford in these harsh circumstances.

If you cannot donate, one share may help save her life.

I am a father of two children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.

Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.

My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.

I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.

I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.

Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.

I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.

Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

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In addition to 15-year-old Nour’s ongoing health issues, Nour’s sister Noha recently developed a severe stomach ulcer due to an infection induced by drinking unsanitary water. This ulcer is causing Noha extreme pain and digestive issues, and if it is not treated very soon, will lead to internal bleeding. This ulcer has gone untreated in order to allot more funds for Nour’s ongoing nebulizer treatments, but it has progressed to the point of literally debilitating pain and serious complications. Let’s raise the cost of treatment ASAP so Nour can continue nebulizer treatments and Noha can live her life again!!

Current: $4,439 out of $4,939 usd

Need: $500 usd

The apocalypse is not a single event hovering in the future bearing down on us while we sit helplessly. We are at least 150 years into an ongoing "apocalypse."

The eastern USA's natural environments were fucking razed. We went scorched earth on everything.

In the 1930's, DEER and WILD TURKEYS were almost eliminated from my state. Deer. Wild turkeys. Common animals that you can see all the time.

I've seen animals close to my home that a person in the 1970's would not have been able to see. I saw river otters and a bald eagle a couple months ago! Farmer family friend remembers when a bald eagle sighting here made the news. There is a thriving population of elk (16,000 animals) in the Appalachian Mountains, for the first time since before 1850!