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I am Noor, a mother of three children: Yamen (5 years old), Tala (11 years old), and Yara (9 years old). I once lived a simple life in Gaza, filled with love and hope, but the war took everything from us.

My husband has been missing since the start of the war, and I have no idea where he is or what happened to him. Our home, our safe haven, was completely destroyed in a bombing. I had no choice but to flee with my children, moving from one place to another, with nowhere to call home.

But the suffering didn’t stop there. I was severely injured in an airstrike, leaving me unable to move my right hand entirely. I’ve undergone two surgeries so far, but my hand remains lifeless. My leg was also severely injured and requires ongoing treatment. I am unable to do even the simplest things for my children, who look at me with eyes full of fear and hope.

Process reports

I traveled to Egypt, clinging to the hope of receiving the medical care I so desperately need. However, the cost of treatment is overwhelming. The surgeries, medications, and physical therapy are all essential, but I simply cannot afford them.

My children need me, and I need your help. I don’t want to give in to pain or despair, but I cannot do this alone. Every donation you make is a lifeline for my children to feel safe again and a ray of hope for me to regain my strength and stand by their side.

Please, help me. Give me the chance to recover, to care for my children, and to be the mother they so desperately need

The campaign has been checked by @90-ghost here

Donation Link

Deadline 31 March

Subject: Collecting the cost of my father's treatment

Current process:

USD 13,720 / $14,500

Vatted by @90-ghost

Vatted by @sar-soor

Vatted by @fairuzfan

We were finally able to pay the cost of my father's surgery, and he is now in the hospital trying to recover. Seeing him lying in the hospital bed after everything he has been through is very painful for our family, but we are holding on to hope that he will get better. 😔

But the struggle is not over yet. My father still has to stay in the hospital for about a week, and we urgently need $800 for his medications and essential medical needs. It breaks my heart to see him fighting to heal while we are worried about how we will afford the rest of his treatment.💔😔

Please, if you can help even with a small donation, it could truly make a difference for us. Your kindness could help my father continue his treatment and give him the chance to recover and return home safely. And if you cannot donate, please share this message so it can reach someone who can help. Every act of kindness matters to us right now 🙏😔💔

Please help us… we are in our hardest moment. I will never understand how someone who is able to help could choose to ignore us while we are suffering like this. If anything happens to my father, you will be part of the reason, because I have begged for help so many times and no one responded.💔

I am begging you from my heart, please don’t leave us like this. Even the smallest donation could save my father’s life. Every minute matters now, every delay could mean more pain for him. We are watching him struggle, holding onto hope that someone, anyone, will hear us and help before it’s too late. Please be that person who makes a difference… please help us save him. 🙏💔😔

I didn’t expect my life to become this.

Not like this.

Not watching my father get weaker every day and knowing I can’t do what he needs.

He needs surgery.

Not later. Not someday.

He needs it now.

But we are living in conditions where even simple things feel impossible. Medicine is hard to find. Proper care is out of reach. Even food is not always there.

I sit with him and try to act normal.

But inside, I am thinking about everything we cannot give him.

And that feeling…..... it doesn’t go away.

I am not writing this easily.

Asking like this is not easy.

But I don’t want to lose my father because we couldn’t reach help in time.

Help my father. Help my family. Share this.

Every cry of pain from my injured little boy pierces my heart—not just because the agony is devouring him, but because I stand before him utterly powerless. How can I choose between the price of a bottle of medicine to soothe his pain, a mouthful of food to quiet his siblings' hunger, or a tent that won't collapse over our heads with every gust of wind?

We are not living in tents; we are living in graves made of cloth, waiting for the mercy of God, which is vaster than our dire straits. My son is withering away before my eyes, and debts are closing in on me. I appeal for your help; every single dollar can make a world of difference."

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