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I am from Gaza — a father whose only goal is to keep his children alive.Our home was destroyed 🏚️,

and we no longer have a place to shelter.We move from one place to another, searching for safety, warmth, and a piece of bread 🍞.

My children go to sleep hungry 😢,and my wife and daughter were injured and are still living with pain 💔.

There is no work, no income, and no certainty about tomorrow — only fear.In Gaza, we do not dream big dreams.We only dream of a day that passes in peace 🌅,

a meal that fills our children’s stomachs,and a night where they can sleep withouut the sound of bombing.This is not just a story of sorrow,but the testimony of a human being trying to survive,clinging to life despite everything.Gaza is not numbers.

Gaza is faces, children, and hearts that grow tired — but never surrender 🇵🇸

Before the war, our life was simple, but it was filled with warmth, safety, and happiness. 🏠 Our home was our safe haven, and my children’s laughter filled every corner of it.

But in a single moment, everything changed...

We lost our home and became homeless. Today, we live in a small tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. ⛺

My children are still beside me, but fear never leaves their eyes. Every day, I struggle to provide food, clean water, clothes, and even their most basic needs. As a mother, it breaks my heart to see them suffering while feeling helpless.

try to stay strong for my children, but the truth is that I am exhausted. All I want is to give them back even a small part of the safety and dignity they have lost.

🙏 We are in desperate need of help to survive — a decent tent, food, clothing, and basic necessities for my children.

Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. And if you are unable to help directly, please share our story. Maybe it will reach someone who can.

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

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 🔁

🔗 Donation Link:

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 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 name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

My name is Najah. I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room. I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for my return.

Today I am writing to you with a tired hand… but my hope is not tired. The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve, but time is not unlimited, and support makes the difference.

Imagine that a very simple decision from people who do not even know me could be the line between pain and healing, between staying on this bed and returning to life again.

Here, on this bed, every small act of support can turn into a heartbeat of hope, a chance to stand again, and a real beginning of recovery.

Pain is hard… and waiting is harder… but the hardest part is knowing that survival is close, yet still needs just one small step.

I am not asking anyone to carry this burden alone. All I need are hearts coming together through small steps that complete this journey.

With your support, I can rise, and with your support, I can return to my dreams, and with your support, my name “Najah” can truly become “success.”

Please… do not let this message pass in silence. One step from you could be the beginning of a new life for me. 💔

Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah

She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.

Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her

Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her

Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!

Najah lives with her family in extremely harsh conditions where suffering and illness are deeply intertwined. Her husband is injured and urgently needs surgery, but he is unable to receive treatment, which places an even greater burden on the family and leaves Najah carrying the responsibility alone.

Amid this hardship, life in the tents becomes even more difficult, with the spread of insects and rodents causing illnesses and infections, especially among children. Every day turns into a struggle for survival in unsafe and extremely difficult living conditions.

Please… do not leave Najah and her family alone. 💔

Time is passing harshly, the need is urgent, and every moment of delay increases the pain and weakens hope.

Sharing this message or donating even a small amount could be the real difference between continued suffering and the beginning of a new life.

Do not underestimate a small step from you.

it may be the reason a whole life is saved. 💔

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My name is Najah. I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room. I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for my return.

Today I am writing to you with a tired hand… but my hope is not tired. The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve, but time is not unlimited, and support makes the difference.

Imagine that a very simple decision from people who do not even know me could be the line between pain and healing, between staying on this bed and returning to life again.

Here, on this bed, every small act of support can turn into a heartbeat of hope, a chance to stand again, and a real beginning of recovery.

Pain is hard… and waiting is harder… but the hardest part is knowing that survival is close, yet still needs just one small step.

I am not asking anyone to carry this burden alone. All I need are hearts coming together through small steps that complete this journey.

With your support, I can rise, and with your support, I can return to my dreams, and with your support, my name “Najah” can truly become “success.”

Please… do not let this message pass in silence. One step from you could be the beginning of a new life for me. 💔

Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah

She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.

Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her

Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her

Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!

Najah lives with her family in extremely harsh conditions where suffering and illness are deeply intertwined. Her husband is injured and urgently needs surgery, but he is unable to receive treatment, which places an even greater burden on the family and leaves Najah carrying the responsibility alone.

Amid this hardship, life in the tents becomes even more difficult, with the spread of insects and rodents causing illnesses and infections, especially among children. Every day turns into a struggle for survival in unsafe and extremely difficult living conditions.

Please… do not leave Najah and her family alone. 💔

Time is passing harshly, the need is urgent, and every moment of delay increases the pain and weakens hope.

Sharing this message or donating even a small amount could be the real difference between continued suffering and the beginning of a new life.

Do not underestimate a small step from you.

it may be the reason a whole life is saved. 💔

Campaign verified:

@gazavetters (629)

@90-ghost

@el-shab-hussein.

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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.

We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.

My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.

Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.

We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.

Please help me.😭🙏🙏

This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.

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