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My name is Layan. I'm 30 years old and I once lived a life full of hope and ambition.I studied architecture and earned a bachelor's degree, and I worked for a private company for a while. But when the war broke out in Gaza, the company shut down and was completely destroyed, leaving me jobless and without a place to work. My husband was killed in the war, and my daughter Fatima, my sons Ahmed and Mahmoud, and I were left alone. I became the family's sole breadwinner in these extremely harsh conditions. 💔 As the bombing intensified and the violence escalated, we were forced to flee our beautiful home, which was completely destroyed, to the city of Khan Younis in southern Gaza. We lived in a small tent barely a few meters wide, but even that wasn't enough. We had to flee again to central Gaza, where we now live in a school for displaced people, moving from place to place without knowing when this tragic journey would end. With prices rising due to the closure of the crossings, I can't feed my children or provide them with the bare necessities of life. I launched this campaign hoping that those who understand the meaning of humanity in this world will help us. ❤️🇵🇸

🍉My campaign has been verified by gazavetters line (108) 🍉

Thank you to everyone who supports us, I will never forget that, I will be very grateful 💚 🇵🇸🌹

if a cat were to apologize would it say gomen nasai or gomen nyasai? (ФωФ)

Please don t’ skip🇵🇸👶🏻

I am Manal from Gaza, 31 years old. My family and I are living in extremely difficult circumstances after the war on Gaza. We were displaced from our home and live in a tent that does not protect us from the heat of the summer or the cold of the winter. I suffer from extreme poverty because of these circumstances; we have nothing. We are no longer able to provide basic necessities such as food, drink, and other things due to the exorbitant rise in prices. Thus, our sources of livelihood have been destroyed, and we live in extremely difficult conditions in tents. Words cannot describe what we face daily in the tents without food, medicine, or clean drinking water, in addition to the stress, helplessness, psychological pressure, and daily trauma caused by everything around us. We work to care for our families, so that we do not leave them vulnerable to danger, illness, and death.

I am Shaima from Gaza, 32 years old, a mother of four children who have suffered from fear, displacement, and homelessness. Can you imagine? They are living through a horrific war for which they have no fault. Yet the war in Gaza has stolen their beauty and childhood, and burdened them with worries far beyond their years. They even search for water as if they have aged decades.

I am now the sole breadwinner for the family because my husband, Ibrahim, who has always been determined to succeed and who has been my primary source of inspiration and strength, was severely injured in the foot during the war and has lost his passion for everything, even his own medical care. He needs special treatment for his foot, and without it, he suffers from severe pain, fatigue, and exhaustion. What did he do to deserve this?

We lived in peace despite all the hardships, but in moments, we lost a great effort. We struggled and rebuilt ourselves from nothing, until God provided for us, but I never imagined that our struggle and effort would fade and never return. Our home, with all its beauty and warm memories, is buried under the rubble. I only grieve for the memories.

As for me, I won't talk about myself because everything that happened saddens and pains me. But to you, people of mercy, I place my hopes in you to save my family. My family and I are not safe from this war. I pray to God to help us survive this death, so that we can survive what remains of us. Please help us buy the basic necessities and leave Gaza so we can treat my husband's foot - the cost of leaving is $5,000 per person. Help us live a dignified life. My family is the most precious thing in my life, and I thank every donor for their humanity. 🌹🇵🇸

💔 In these days, we do not count time in hours—we count it in lives lost, dreams buried, and hearts broken.

👩‍👧‍👦 I am a mother, struggling every day to keep my children alive. We have lost our home, we have lost our safety—but we have not lost hope. Because hope is the only thing that has not been bombed.

📢 A call to everyone reading this:

Help us with whatever you can—donate, share, pray for us.

Every word, every prayer, every dollar could be a lifeline for a hungry child or an exhausted mother.

I won't go on for long. I want to ask you guys to share this post and donate to help me and my family get out of Gaza and build a new, happy life. We will make up for everything we lost over the past two years. So please don't leave my post until you have donated, even if you have 5 euros. It would help me a lot and I am very close to my goal.