Every morning, my children wake up hoping for a better day, starting their day with their pets, who have become a source of strength and resilience.

They miss their school desks, their toys, their warm home, and their room that once held their dreams. They reminisce about the beautiful days filled with joy and security, and they ask sadly: When will that life return?

Today, their worries are different; they wait for the water truck, they anticipate food, and they try to adapt to circumstances beyond their years.

Despite all this, they still carry in their hearts the highest ideals of compassion and humanity. They share their meager food with their pets, care for them with love and tenderness, smile through their pain, and try to make each day a story of hope.🇵🇸✌️🇵🇸✌️🇵🇸✌️🇵🇸✌️🇵🇸

Thank you... and thank you to my wonderful children who teach us every day the meaning of patience and humanity.

I am proud of my children, their patience, and their kind hearts, which have not been changed by the harshness of their circumstances.

My Name Is Ahmed, and I Am From Gaza

My name is Ahmed, and I am a father from Gaza. Before the war, I lived a simple life, working hard to provide for my family and build a better future for my children. Everything changed in an instant when our home was destroyed during the ongoing conflict.

I suffered severe injuries, including the loss of my right hand and multiple shrapnel wounds across my body. The physical pain is immense, but the emotional pain is even greater. My beloved children, Sama, Youssef, and Louay, were trapped under the rubble after our house was bombed. Since that day, I have been living between hope and heartbreak.

Today, I am facing overwhelming challenges. I need support for medical treatment, daily necessities, and rebuilding what remains of my family's life. Every donation, no matter the amount, will help me survive these difficult circumstances and give me a chance to move forward.

If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing my story with others. Your kindness, support, and solidarity mean more than words can express.

Thank you for standing with me and my family during this devastating time.

Ahmed from Gaza 🇵🇸❤️

https://gofund.me/b4d9068c

I'm Hanan from Gaza 🇵🇸🤍

To everyone with a kind heart,

Please do not scroll past our pain. We are not asking for luxury — we are asking for survival.

My husband Ali created a donation campaign for our family in Gaza, but until now we have received almost no support. We are living in a tent after our home was destroyed, with two small children who need milk, diapers, food, and safety.

Sometimes people think a small donation will not matter, but for us even a little help can feed my children for a day and give us hope to continue.

If you cannot donate, please share our campaign with others. Your share may reach someone who can truly help save my family during these devastating times.

Please stand with us. Do not leave my children alone in this suffering. 🙏💔

@90-ghost @a-shade-of-blue @nabulsi27 @catnapdreams @disasterhimbo @oediex @soft-sunbird

13.07.2026

📷 & words by @naeemaemad

"💔 Tents are no longer just shelters; they have become overcrowded spaces where people struggle to survive each day. Cramped conditions, almost no personal space, and poor sanitation make life even harsher. Amid the heat, dust, and unbearable odors, people do their best to preserve their dignity, but the suffering is impossible to hide. What we need is not sympathy, but a life worthy of human beings."

As my child struggles with pain in silence, my hands stand helpless in the face of the high costs of treatment. He is fighting a tough battle for survival, and every minute that passes increases his torment. Please, be the hope he holds in these difficult circumstances, your contribution may be the only difference between his survival and his suffering.

My baby's screams are silent, but her pain fills the universe. Your donation is the medicine we don't have the price for😭😭💔💔

My child needs urgent treatment and the right crisis. I’m a helpless mother and I don’t represent you, the price of treatment Please help me and donate or share the post in my blog 💔

.We lost our home and everything we owned, and now we live in a small shelter with no safety from the cold or hunger. Some nights, my children go to sleep without enough food, and it breaks my heart to watch them suffer.

Any donation, even a small one, can help provide food, warmth, and medicine for my children. Your kindness can give my family hope and a chance to live with dignity again

Thank you for supporting and sharing our story.

Verified/ vetted by:

@el-shab-hussein @communistchilchuck

Is there anyone who could help my baby girl by donating the cost of one can of infant formula?

She is only 40 days old, and I can no longer afford the formula she needs. Even the price of a single can would make a huge difference for us during this very difficult time.

If you can't donate, please consider sharing our story. It may reach someone who can help.

As their father, all I want is to give them safety, milk, and the basics every baby deserves.

Right now, I need your support to keep going.

Please donate or share my campaign. Even the smallest help can make a difference 🤍

https://gofund.me/fc848a56

Tired of repeatedly appealing, tired of waiting, tired of explaining each time how my life changed in an instant because of the war.

I was a pharmacist, living off my hard work and dignity. My pharmacy was my livelihood and that of my family. Then the war came, destroyed everything, and left me standing helpless amidst the rubble, searching only for a chance to return to my normal life .. ❤️‍🩹

I've pleaded so much... and waited so long... and with each passing day, I feel hope slipping away from my heart, little by little, until I feel I've lost faith in humanity itself.

This might be the last time I ask for help.

I want nothing more than to return to my pharmacy, to the profession I loved, to the life that was stolen from me unjustly. I'm not looking for luxury or wealth, but for a chance to live with dignity and feed my family with my work, as I always have. And I say this sincerely: I will always feel a deep pain towards everyone who was able to lend a helping hand, even a little, and then chose to turn their back on my suffering .. 💔💔

If you have compassion in your heart, or if you can help with any amount, or even just by sharing this message, please don't hesitate. You might be the reason I can get my life back after I thought all doors had closed 💔💔💔❣️

This campaign was shared by @90-ghost here

The war did not only destroy buildings.

It destroyed the feeling of safety inside us.

It stole our home, our peace, our routines, and the simple life we once had.

Every day feels heavy.

We wake up not knowing if we will survive the next airstrike, if we will have electricity, food, or even a quiet moment without fear.

The sound of explosions has become part of our nights, and the smoke has become part of our memories.

We are exhausted emotionally, physically, and financially.

Everything became difficult. Living itself became difficult.

Sometimes I try to act normal, to study, to smile, to post something hopeful… but deep inside, I am terrified and tired.

Tired of displacement.

Tired of losing people.

Tired of pretending we are okay.

I don’t want luxury.

I just want safety.

A peaceful night.

A future that does not feel impossible.

Please keep Gaza in your prayers. 🇵🇸

Vetted GFM:

By @90-ghost (Verification), @bilal-sala7 (Verification #59), @gazavetters (Verification #139), @gaza-evacuation-funds (Verification #404)

I am a father from Gaza, living with my wife and young daughter in a tent that offers no protection from the sweltering summer heat. Every day we wake up to scorching air and a tent that's practically an oven, with no way to cool it down or even get cold water. My daughter doesn't understand why she can't sleep because of the intense heat, or why her home has become nothing more than a piece of cloth. I try to smile at her, but my heart breaks every time I see her suffering and I can't provide her with even the most basic necessities. We're not looking for luxury, just a chance to live with dignity and protect our child from this harsh reality. If you hear our story, any support or sharing could make a real difference in our lives. Thank you to everyone who lends us a helping hand and prays for our safety.

When I look at this picture, I see a child who should be allowed to enjoy a beautiful moment without fear or worry. But I am writing this because I need help providing basic essentials for my family.

I am sharing this because I want people to see him first, and to remember that behind every fundr@iser_ there is a real family trying to hold on.

If you can don@te_, thank you.

If you can’t, reblogging this post would still h_elp us.