Heya, I'm Hana

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 me to return

Today, I'm 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 is the difference

Just imagine for a moment:

70 people.

70 hearts.

7O simple decisions to give💔

Only $5 from each person

An amount you might not even notice in your daily lirfe...

But here, in this bed,

it is a new heartbeat, a chance to stand again, the beginning of healing💔🥺

The pain is hard...

The waiting is harder..

But the hardest part is knowing survival is close, yet still needs one small step🙏

I'm not asking one person to carry everything alone.

Just 70 small life🥺❤️

people who believe acts, when combined.

that create

With your support, I can rise,

With your support, I can return to my dreams.

With your support, my name - Najah - can truly become "success" 6

Please don't scroll past in silence💔

Share. Donate. Be one of the seventy

You might be the one who completes the hope.🙏

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!

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Without this treatment, death is not a possibility—it is inevitable.

She is growing weaker day by day, and we cannot do this alone.

Just $10 from 50 people could help save her life.

It may seem like a small amount, but for Najah, it is the difference between life and death.

Tonight the explosion in Gaza not only shook the earth, but it shook our hearts.

My family and our tent were damaged by the bombing, and at that moment I felt as if the world had stopped breathing.

We are tired💔

We are tired of pretending that we are fine while everything around us turns to smoke and dust.

Your support, even a little, will alleviate our suffering.

My children and I need your help. Please donate even $10; it would make a difference to me.

My name is Suhaila, a mother of five children.

My daughter Mira is in a very critical condition, and every passing moment brings us closer to losing her if help does not arrive in time.

I hold her small hand, watch her struggle to breathe, and pray for one more chance for her life.

Please… act now. Silence is taking her away from me. Every moment without help brings us closer to losing her. I beg you from my heart, don’t scroll past—help us before it’s too late.

Every second matters. Any small donation can help save her life. Please don’t ignore us. Share this message, donate if you can. Your kindness could give my daughter a chance to live and see tomorrow

Every second now is precious, and every act of kindness could be the reason she survives.

I am not asking for anything impossible—just a chance for my daughter to live, to stay with her siblings, and to have a tomorrow.

Please do not ignore this message.

If you cannot donate, please share it.

Your compassion might be the reason Mira lives.

I beg you with all my heart, stop here – donate, share, choose compassion before this silence becomes my daughter’s end.

Thank you for listeningMy daughter is on the edge of death. Every passing second could cost her life.

Share, donate now, and don’t let silence steal her minutes. Your kindness can save her today.

Donation link below 👇

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Hello my friends, I'm Mohammed, 19 years old. My dear brother/sister, thank you for your kindness and support 🙏💜. My father needs important surgery on his left eye. Please, my friends, help me 😭.

To make this happen, we need to raise the full amount ❤️‍🩹. The cost is around $1000, and we're still trying to reach the goal.

Any small donation or even a share can make a big difference in his recovery.

I'll keep you updated and share photos. Thank you for standing with us 👥💕.

You think the war is over, but every day the occupation targets civilians. Please, my friends 😭🫶🏼.

My friend,

Please… be there on time.

Time is passing… there are only a few months left.

Things have to go well.

Even a little means a lot.

If you can share this outside of Tumblr, please do and tell your friends, my friends ❤️‍🩹😭🫶🏼

My story and hope for survival😭

I am Israa Alwan I am 23 years old, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.🥺🧑🏻‍🎓🧑🏻‍💻

But my dream didn’t last. The war came and turned 🇵🇸my life upside down. My home, once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I’m left with only a few belongings and broken dreams. Now, I have no home, no job, and no sense of security. I move from one place to another with my husband, carrying my unborn child, searching for shelter to protect us from the cold winter and the scorching summer.😭😭🍉

I would like to share a part of my life with you…🥺🌠

I am Esraa 🤍 I married the man I love, and he is my support and strength in this difficult world. Now I am pregnant with our little baby, and we dream of the day we hold our child in our arms, filling our lives with love and hope.

But the reality around us is very hard 💔

We are living in a worn-out tent that cannot protect us from the cold or the rain. Every day, I worry about my baby growing inside me and how I can keep him safe in these conditions.

During this sensitive time, I truly need proper care, healthy food, clean water, and vitamins to protect my baby and myself 🤰💧💊

Donation link...... 🍉

If you can help, even a little, it would make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💗

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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 👇🙏

I only wished for a little support, a little sense that someone cares, but silence seemed to be the only response.

The problem isn't that I asked, but that my request felt heavy on hearts I once thought were close.

Even so, I will continue to value myself and know my worth—because if someone can't see that, then that's not my problem.

Life changed completely after my father was killed in the war 💔

Our home was destroyed, and now my family of seven lives in a small tent near the sea ⛺🌊

I became responsible for my mother and younger siblings at a very young age.

Every day is a struggle to provide food, clean water, and the basic things we need to survive.

My sister is also trying to continue her university education 🎓, but we cannot afford her fees anymore.

I’m not asking for much.

Even a small donation can help us get through another difficult day and give my family a little hope 🤍

Please consider supporting us through my link here:

Thank you for reading and for caring 🙏

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.