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people are getting ready to celebrate, to dress up, and to gather around warm tables.

And I say to you: Happy New Year❤️🫂, my friends.

I say it for the first time from the heart of Gaza — a tired, wounded Gaza.

In Gaza, we used to celebrate every year despite everything.

Today, instead of preparing for a celebration,

I am struggling just to find food to feed my children and clothes to keep them warm.

My husband is injured😥

His body has grown weak from hunger and lack of medical care.

I try to stay strong for my family, but the burden is heavy, and the pain is overwhelming.

Please, be our support🙏

We need your help, your compassion, and your solidarity

so my family can survive and begin to heal.

From the heart of Gaza —

your prayers, your support, and even sharing these words mean everything to us🥹🫂

I know you haven't let me down, please donate to me via the link👇

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people are getting ready to celebrate, to dress up, and to gather around warm tables.

And I say to you: Happy New Year❤️🫂, my friends.

I say it for the first time from the heart of Gaza — a tired, wounded Gaza.

In Gaza, we used to celebrate every year despite everything.

Today, instead of preparing for a celebration,

I am struggling just to find food to feed my children and clothes to keep them warm.

My husband is injured😥

His body has grown weak from hunger and lack of medical care.

I try to stay strong for my family, but the burden is heavy, and the pain is overwhelming.

Please, be our support🙏

We need your help, your compassion, and your solidarity

so my family can survive and begin to heal.

From the heart of Gaza —

your prayers, your support, and even sharing these words mean everything to us🥹🫂

I know you haven't let me down, please donate to me via the link👇

✅️Vetted by gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #651 )

✅Verified by ghost90

@gazavetters @ghost90 @winterlover08 @labutansa @all-seeing-ifer @lachrymosehunter @beetlebreakfasts @franticfarming @666news-and-horoscopes @tlohyai @moonshinecanvasproductions @rljart @boymagicalgirl @unclepetru @beanie-works @bloodybloody06 @gaza-evacuation-funds @nyxthedragon225 @reblogsforpeace @nothatsahorriblename @alfea @lutethetrot @tw-slugass @gatorix1

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They are calling out to you from the heart of Gaza, their voices loud. Can you hear them? They are saying, "We are freezing, save us! We don't want to die from the cold. Please answer their call, my friend🙏."

Please stand by him... so that I and my children don't lose him... He's in a coma now... Please Donate via the link

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

Fátima, de Gaza, madre de dos niños pequeños, Manar e Ibrahim. Les escribo con gran pesar, y mi dolor es indescriptible. Mi esposo, quien era mi único apoyo, resultó herido por un misil que le cayó directamente encima. Hoy está postrado en cama, incapaz de moverse, y yo sola llevo esta pesada carga. Vivimos bajo un asedio sofocante y una hambruna espantosa sin precedentes en el mundo en esta era moderna. Mis hijos sufren desnutrición severa. Sus cuerpos están débiles, su piel pálida y sus ojos lo dicen todo, indescriptible. Y no estamos solos en este dolor... 251 personas en Gaza han muerto de hambre. Sí, 251 almas hemos perdido porque no pudieron encontrar nada para saciar su hambre. No quiero que los nombres de Manar o Ibrahim se sumen a esa cifra. Han entrado algunos productos recientemente, pero los precios son exorbitantes, y no tengo nada. Juro por Dios que no pido dinero para mí, sino comida sencilla, leche, vitaminas y medicinas para que mis hijos recuperen sus fuerzas y mi esposo siga con vida. Te suplico como madre, refugiada entre la vida y la muerte... Sálvame antes de perderlos. Cualquier ayuda, por pequeña que sea, podría salvar una vida. Gaza llama, y el corazón de mi madre sangra... Ayúdanos, no nos dejes solos en esta hambruna mortal. Que Dios te recompense y haga de tu misericordia una luz para ti en este mundo y en el más allá. Umm Manar e Ibrahim - Gaza