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My name is Ibrahim. I am a father of four young daughters 👧👧👧👧

My greatest responsibility is to provide them with safety, dignity, and a decent life — something war has taken away from us 💔

Over the past two years of war and hunger, my family has been forcibly displaced more than ten times ⛺

We were constantly moving from place to place, carrying our children and what little hope we had left, without stability or protection.

On one particularly harsh night, tanks surrounded our area 🚨

Our home was declared within the “yellow zone” ⚠️

Shortly after, our house was completely demolished 🏚️

We lost the only shelter that held our family together.

Today, we live without a home and without a stable source of income.

I struggle every day to provide food, medical care, and basic necessities for my four daughters 🍞💧🩺

My youngest daughter is suffering from severe malnutrition — her fragile body paying the price of a war she did not choose 💔

This appeal is launched to help us: • Secure daily food for the children 🥖

• Provide medical care and treatment 🩺

• Find safer shelter from extreme heat and cold ⛺🧥

• Give four innocent girls a chance to live with dignity 🤍

Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of a family that has lost everything 🙏

If you are unable to donate, sharing this post may help it reach someone who can 🔁

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Thank you to every heart that chooses to stand with us 🤍

Your support is hope. Your solidarity is life ✨

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My name is Manal, and I am 31 years old. I stand before you today as a woman struggling to support my family of three: myself, my husband, and my young daughter. We live in extremely harsh conditions after the Israeli occupation launched its war on Gaza. We were displaced from our homes and now live in a tent that offers no protection from the bitter cold of winter or the scorching heat of summer. We live in abject poverty because of these circumstances, and we have no income. We can no longer afford basic necessities like food and water due to the exorbitant price increases. As a result, I lost my livelihood, and we live in deplorable conditions inside the tents. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face daily in the tents, where there is no food, no medicine, and no clean drinking water, not to mention the oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, and daily trauma inflicted upon us by these conditions. We are surrounded by the fear of danger, illness, and death, and we are unable to provide for our families. This fear is our constant companion.

Every night we go to sleep praying to God that we'll wake up alive, fearing we'll lose someone to the cold or the shelling that hasn't stopped since the ceasefire was declared.

We've already lost some family members. Now, I see the one who gave me life slowly slipping away before my eyes, because all we have left is hope.

When will we be able to leave Gaza for a safe place where we can sleep and wake up without fear?

Please: Don't ignore this post as if it's just another ordinary post.

Donate, share, or repost it in any way you can.

Your kind gesture could save my family's lives.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #329 )✅️

That would include doctor visits and consultations, expensive blood and similar tests (even a few hundred to a few thousand dollars each), physiotherapy and medical equipment such as an active lightweight wheelchair with push assist that may cost from $5k to $12k.

People with connective tissue disorders are often severely disabled, so medical attention, accommodations and treatment are necessary to help them be independent and to manage their symptoms. It causes joint hypermobility, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, skin fragility and fragility of blood vessels. Many people with such problems don't heal well, have a lot of additional disorders, symptoms and may have additionally a lot of autoimmune issues and people who are immunocompromised may get sick easily, often and for long stretches of time compared to a healthy person. A simple flu infection that should disappear within a few days to a week may last even 2 months or longer.

Im also looking for tips how to improve the reach of the fundraiser.

If youre unable to donate, please share this post.

Im adding the link again if the hyperlink doesnt

https://gofund.me/46a6b5768

here's my cat, thank you for your attention

Any help is welcomed! even a simple reblog to help with the visibility! I you can, DONATE HERE.

The donations are secured, but if you do not want to donate but still want to help i have an amazon wishlist with some medical equipment and accesibility related items that are always useful

I was born and raised under siege. I learned to fight for life, not with weapons, but with patience, hard work, and dignity.

Before the war, I worked hard to support my family. Life was difficult, but I had dreams. I believed in building a future, despite the hardships. But everything changed when the war broke out.

Our home was destroyed.

My loved ones—my family and friends—were captured, either buried under the rubble or killed in airstrikes.

I witnessed death, loss, and destruction that no human being should have to endure.

I, Aboud, stayed in northern Gaza as long as I could, enduring hunger, fear, and the constant bombardment. But in the end, I had no choice but to flee south with my family. We lived in tents, displaced time and time again, carrying nothing but our pain and our hope of one day returning.

When the ceasefire was announced, we thought we finally had a chance to start over. We returned to our neighborhood, only to discover it had been declared part of the expanded "yellow zone." The entire area was razed to the ground. Our dreams were shattered for the second time.

Now, we are displaced again. We live in a tent, with no shelter, no food, and no income. We have nothing left.

I launched this fundraising campaign late, not because our suffering has just begun, but because I tried for so long to cling to hope and face this situation without asking for help. But now, I have no choice.

I, Aboud, humbly ask for your help.

Any donation, no matter how small, can help me support my family and survive in these harsh conditions. Even just sharing this message might reach someone who can give.

I am Amer, a Palestinian man from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children in indescribable conditions. Despite all this suffering, hope remains in our hearts.

My wife, my children, and I live in a single small tent. We lack the most basic necessities, and our daily lives are full of challenges: power outages, water shortages, and difficulty in securing food and medicine.

The situation in Gaza is tragic, and we face relentless conflict every single day. But I believe that strength lies in unity, and that support, however small, can transform our family's life. I launched this campaign as a plea for hope and an appeal for help to overcome this hardship. All we ask is for the opportunity to live with dignity for my children and my family.

If you hear our story, please share it and offer your support, whether through prayer, a kind word, or any other means. Together, we can make Gaza a better place.

Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.

I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives. Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.

We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts. But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.

And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life. Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.

Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered. We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.

We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again. We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion. We need you. We need your hearts. We need your help to stand again.

Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference. It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.

The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.

Donate and share🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #682 )✅️

I am Mohammed from Gaza, 28 years old, and I live with my father and brothers. We all used to live a peaceful life together in our home. As you can see, this was our home before it was completely destroyed. It was our home, but now it is in ruins.

We worked 24/7 to rebuild our home, but now, after all these years of hard work, we have lost everything and have become homeless and displaced.

As for our work and our business, my brother and I had a university cafeteria, and we had a dream of being able to provide the best food to the students in our city.

At Al-Aqsa University, we worked together hand in hand to make this possible, and just as it was starting to happen, a war broke out and shattered all our dreams. We woke up to the nightmare of war, seeing the university destroyed. At that moment, we were desperate, helpless, and lost.

Not just our home and our workplace. But can you imagine the moment you see the last thing you owned destroyed, ruined, and shattered? So, for God's sake, you are the only ones who can help us rebuild our shattered lives. I would be very grateful for your kindness and support.

I know many of us (americans/westerners) may have trouble fully understanding what it means to endure genocide. It is so big, so absolutely encompassing, that from our place of relative comfort, it can be hard to even imagine it.

But we need to imagine it. We need to empathize, and help wherever we can.

Enas is a widowed mother with two young children. She has fought and struggled for years to keep her family alive, against mounting odds. And it is getting harder, not easier.

Imagine losing everything so many times over, that it becomes a part of life. Imagine your children weeping from hunger, fear, and exhaustion. Imagine your world being reduced to brutality, with no hope or help but from stangers through a screen.

My campaign has been verified, and my number is #450 on GazaVetters! Our situation is very difficult — I am the oldest among my siblings, our home was bombed, and life has become extremely hard. Gaza is still suffering, and children have no shelter or enough food. 💔💔

I’m sorry if I bothered you earlier, but I kindly ask you to donate if you can, even a small amount — $30 is enough for a full day’s meal. If you cannot donate, please share my campaign so our voices reach as many people as possible. Every bit of support is a new ray of hope 💔🌸

My family and I lost our home and are now living in a torn tent.🥹

Winter is harsh, and we have no proper shelter or heating.💔💔

This fundraiser is to help us afford basic shelter, food, and warmth.🙏🙏

A cry from the heart of pain in Gaza, a broken and weak father's heart, a heart that no longer has life after losing a son who would once have been my support. The Zionist occupation killed my innocent child and targeted my other son, who is now on his deathbed. My heart...My heart can't bear any more loss. I've already lost one, and I don't want to lose my second son.We have been deprived of everything, even our most basic rights. My children have been robbed of their childhood. Where is humanity? No food, no medicine. Is this freedom? Please, save my son so he can live like other children.Please donate to help save my son so he can live like other children. I swear to God the costs are too much and I can't bear it anymore. Please stand by us.

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