˙⋆✮ Juju ✮⋆˙

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I used to live with my family in a small home 🏡 filled with warmth, love, and safety 🤍✨ We would gather around a simple table 🍽️, laugh together 😊, dream together 🌸, and feel secure despite everything around us. But suddenly… everything changed 💥😭

The occupation forced us to flee our home many times 🚶‍♀️⛺ Every time, we held onto hope 🤲 and told ourselves: “We will return soon.” 🕊️ But the last displacement was the hardest… because we never came back 😔💔

Why? What happened❓

Because our home no longer exists… 🏚️ It was destroyed and turned into rubble, piles of sand, and broken memories 🥀🪨

Today, we are not asking for the impossible 🙏

We only want to live in safety 🕊️, to sleep without fear 🌙, and to bring back the smiles 😊 that my family lost because of war and suffering 💔😭

Our little baby “Nouna” 👶🏻🍼 is only 6 months old. She needs milk 🥛, diapers, and clothes 👕 My heart breaks every day because I cannot provide her with the most basic things every child deserves 😢💔 I want to feed her 🍲, dress her 👗, and let her feel warmth and safety like other children 🤍🧸

And “Naboula” 🍫👧 dreams of nothing more than a small piece of chocolate 🍬 Every day I promise her that I will bring her one 🥺, but I cannot… and it hurts me deeply to see disappointment in her little eyes 😭💔

Please… lend us a helping hand 🤲🙏

Help us survive 🌿, help us find safety again 🕊️, and help us bring even a small smile 😊 back to children who have suffered far too much for their young age 💔👶🏻

My name is Suhaila, a mother of four children.

I am writing these words from inside the hospital, with a heart full of fear and pain.

My health is very critical. My iron level is 6,

and my little daughter Miral’s iron level is 5.

I urgently need donations to buy the medicine and save our lives

My husband is injured and unable to work. We have no income and no protection.

Our family lives in a torn tent, exposed to cold, hunger, and fear every day.

My health is very critical. My iron level is 6,

and my little daughter Miral’s iron level is 5.

She is so weak… her small body is fading, and I cannot afford the medicine or the food she needs to survive.

Right now, my daughter and I are in the hospital, waiting helplessly.

My other children are alone in the tent, hungry and scared.

We are not asking for luxury.

We are asking for treatment to stay alive

and food so my children do not die.

Please, do not let my children lose their mother,

and do not let me lose my daughter in front of my eyes.

Help us. Save us. We are slowly dying. 😭💔🙏

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Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. 🏡❤️

Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.

Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥

Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺

The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. 🥶👶💔

As a father, this is the deepest pain—to see your children suffer and feel helpless.

Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I can… but it is not enough. 😔

I need your help.

I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔

Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heart—please give us another chance. 🤝

Your help can save my children. 🙏

Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children

🍼 Milk for my baby daughter

💊 Medicine when we are sick

🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights

Please, my friends… do not turn away.

If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢

From a father who is trying not to lose everything

Thank you for standing with us. ❤️

We once lived in a warm home full of life… we used to dream, laugh, and live like any other human being 😔

But the war took everything from us…

We lost our home 🏚️, we lost our safety, and our lives completely changed 💔

Today, we live in a tent… a tent that cannot protect us from the heat or the cold ⛺😢

But despite everything… hope is still there ✨

And I truly believe you will not leave us alone 🤲

I carry my family on my shoulders, trying to stay strong despite all the pain 😔

But what breaks my heart the most… are the children of my people 💔👶

Children who lost their fathers and mothers, children left alone without shelter or safety 😢

Children who are hungry 🍞, who need milk 🍼, diapers 👶, clothes to keep them warm 👕

Children deprived of the most basic rights… of childhood, of safety, of a normal life 💔

I truly want to help them… I want to be a reason for even a small moment of happiness in their lives 🤍

But the truth is… I cannot do this alone

That’s why I am asking you, please do not leave us alone 🙏

Stand with us, and help me support the children of my people 🤲

Even 1 euro 💶 can make a big difference 💫

It can feed a hungry child 🍽️

It can bring a smile to a sad face 😊

Please… do not leave us alone 💔

Your support is the hope we are holding onto 🌿✨

And if you cannot donate, please share this post 📢

It might reach someone who can help 🙏

Every support, every share, every word… means life to us 💖

My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.

My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.

We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️

My name is Tasneem, from Gaza. 🕊️

My father was martyred in the war 💔, and since then life has become much heavier… Despite everything, I worked hard and graduated high school with a 93% average 🎓, still holding on to my dream of continuing my education.

I was able to enroll at the University College of Applied Sciences and complete my first semester, but I couldn’t continue due to accumulated fees I cannot afford.

We are a family of seven 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️, and now we live in a worn-out tent by the sea 🌊, struggling every day just to survive.

My younger brothers, Adam and Ahmed 👦👦, are orphans growing up in hardship, and my sister Arwa was unable to start high school because we cannot afford the fees 📚.

My mother is doing everything she can 🤍, but the burden has become too much.

I am asking for a chance… to continue my education, to help my sister return to school, and to give my brothers a more stable life 🌱

Any support—even if small—can truly make a difference in our lives 🙏✨

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I appeal to you and to your humanity, please help me, donate to save my children from famine🥹💔 😭

Today's editorials of major international newspapers addressed the Gaza famine💔

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Every donation, no matter how small, makes a difference and saves my children from hunger💔😭

Please pray for us, donate, speak out and make our voice heard🙏💔

My name is Tasneem, from Gaza. 🕊️

My father was martyred in the war 💔, and since then life has become much heavier… Despite everything, I worked hard and graduated high school with a 93% average 🎓, still holding on to my dream of continuing my education.

I was able to enroll at the University College of Applied Sciences and complete my first semester, but I couldn’t continue due to accumulated fees I cannot afford.

We are a family of seven 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️, and now we live in a worn-out tent by the sea 🌊, struggling every day just to survive.

My younger brothers, Adam and Ahmed 👦👦, are orphans growing up in hardship, and my sister Arwa was unable to start high school because we cannot afford the fees 📚.

My mother is doing everything she can 🤍, but the burden has become too much.

I am asking for a chance… to continue my education, to help my sister return to school, and to give my brothers a more stable life 🌱

Any support—even if small—can truly make a difference in our lives 🙏✨

I used to live a simple, peaceful life. My home was my safe place, and my children’s laughter filled it with warmth and joy. 🏠

But everything changed in a moment.

We lost our home, and now we live in a tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. ⛺ My children are still with me, but fear has replaced the safety they once knew.

I try to stay strong for them, but the truth is—I am exhausted.

Every day is a struggle. I ask myself:How will I feed them?How can I keep them safe?💔

I am asking for your help. 🙏

Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference in our lives and help me protect my children.

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I contemplate the happy faces of people around me here in Ireland and reminisce about the happy normal life my family and I had before the war. A life that turned into a distant memory for us and was replaced by an unending series of horrible nightmares.

Unlike my family in Gaza, people here have access to drinking water, all types of food, electricity, and a roof over their heads. Above all, they are safe, and I cannot help but wonder if they genuinely do appreciate these blessings in their lives enough.

People seem relaxed and laughing wholeheartedly around me in Ireland. I wish I could laugh too, but I am crushed way beyond recovery on the inside. I was evacuated by my Irish college after five months of living the horrors of war in Gaza. I hope you will never know what it feels like to live in constant fear and worry and be horrified by the most sickening and scary nightmares every single night while you are far away from your family in such circumstances.

When did my people in Gaza cease to be human beings worthy and deserving of a normal life? Has it become normal now for my family in Gaza to be starved and killed while the whole world is watching the genocide? If that is the case, then you will have to excuse me if I seek every avenue to bring them to Ireland and start a new normal life like all people here around me.

I was assured by the Irish Reugee Council (IRC) and lawyers in Ireland that there is hope I can reunite with my family in Ireland. In difficult times, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. For me and my family, you are literally our light and hope for a better life.

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A small donation or even a share could save him. 🙏

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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My little son, Ibrahim😭, suffered poisoning caused by rats because we are forced to live in a tent. The conditions around us are so harsh that even our children are not safe. Ibrahim now urgently needs bottled mineral water because the available water is not safe for him, and his small body cannot endure any more.

At the same time, his father is in the hospital, and I am trying to be in two places at once, carrying responsibilities that feel heavier than I can bear.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I feel like I am facing this alone.

Please, stand with me.

Any help, any donation, can make a real difference for my child and my family🙏

Please donate via the link below, don't leave my son alone

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My husband also needs daily medication that costs $50 just to endure his pain and keep going.

I am not asking for anything extra. I am only asking for what keeps my family going through this unbearable time.

Please, stand by us. Your support today can truly make the difference between relief and suffering for my son and my husband.

Ibrahim needs clean water every single day to stay safe from illness. My husband needs his daily medication just to endure the pain and keep going.

I am not asking for anything extra — only what keeps my family holding on through this unbearable time.

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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