SURVIVAL APPEAL

This is Eman from Gaza, I used to live a stable life with my family till 7th Oct, after the war we lost our business, house, and safety.

We used to provide our children with a comfortable life, now we cant provide them with food or clean drinking water.

My campaign aimed at evacuating us from Gaza, unfortunately, it did not succeed and I used the fund money to be displaced from one area to another inside Gaza.

I'm calling your humanity to kindly support me and my family survive the genocide in Gaza. I implore you to help rescue me and my family from this catastrophic existence in Gaza. Your donation could provide us the means to provide our basic daily needs.

Your generosity offers a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness we face every day.Please, not only consider donating but also share our story widely. Your empathy and support can make an immeasurable difference in alleviating our suffering and helping us rebuild our shattered lives.

Gaza is starving. Famine is not just a threat anymore, t’s here, and it’s killing people silently. Parents are helpless, watching their children go to sleep hungry night after night, with no idea how they’ll feed them tomorrow.

And as if that’s not enough, the little aid that does make it in is being stolen, resold at insane prices that no ordinary person can afford. The system is broken, and the people are paying the price.

How long will fathers have to choose between dignity and survival?

How long will Gaza be left alone to suffer?

To those who keep donating and standing with us, thank you.

Please don’t stop.

Despite everything we go through, we never wish for anyone in the world to live what we’re living.

Once, there was a small garden that bloomed with colors and life. Birds sang in its branches, and butterflies danced among the flowers. But one season, the rain forgot to come. The sun scorched the earth, and the flowers began to droop. The soil , the leaves turned yellow, and the once joyful garden grew silent—on the brink of death.

Every morning, the garden looked up to the empty sky, longing for a drop of mercy. Days passed, and hope began to fade—until one day, clouds gathered. Thunder rolled, and the first drop fell. Then came another, and another, until the sky opened with blessings. Rain poured over the garden like heaven's tears, soaking the dry soil, waking the roots, and reviving the flowers. Life returned, slowly but surely, and the garden smiled again.

This garden is Gaza. We are its roots, its flowers, its soul. For months, we have withered under the harshest war and unimaginable suffering. Yet, like the garden, we lift our eyes to the sky, waiting for God's mercy to rain upon us—believing that His help is near, and that no matter how long the drought lasts, the rain will come. And when it does, we will bloom again.

To those who extend their hands with kindness and generosity—thank you. Your support is like the first drops of rain, giving us strength to hold on, to keep believing. In your compassion, we find the courage to hope, and in your humanity, we see the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

This is the second Ramadan that comes upon us when we are no longer who we used to be. Our lives are no longer the same, and we no longer feel the desire to celebrate as we once did.

But we have not lost hope and never will. We will reclaim our lives, regain our happiness, and once again celebrate Ramadan, Eid, and all the beautiful occasions.

Ramadan is an opportunity for solidarity, support, and doing good. Support us as much as you can during this blessed month. Support us so we can heal and rise again.

According to the terms of the ceasefire agreement, we can return to Gaza City within two weeks. Unfortunately, we do not have the money to cover the cost of returning.

The transportation needed to move us and our belongings will cost approximately $1,000, an amount we do not have.

Will this amount stand as a barrier to fulfilling our dream of returning to the rubble of our homes?

This situation highlights the contradiction in a country like the United States, which is often portrayed as the "land of freedom." While the freedom of expression is supposed to be a fundamental right, those who voice their opinions or support a particular cause, especially one as contentious as Palestine, often face persecution, suppression, and intimidation. It raises serious questions about the reality of these freedoms and whether they truly apply to everyone equally.

466 days of hardship, days so overwhelming they cannot be captured in words, blood, or tears.

We are grateful to have survived with our lives and the lives of our loved ones through one of the greatest massacres of modern times. We lost so many dear ones, our homes, and our possessions. But we hold onto the promise of God’s compensation.

It was a year and months of suffering unlike anything humanity has ever witnessed. We pray that God grants us the strength to forget the pain we endured, that these days pass and never return.

Peace be upon us for the patience we bore. 💔

Breaking:

Preparations are underway for the press conference of the Prime Minister and Qatari Foreign Minister to announce the ceasefire agreement.

Hearts are racing, and tension is at its peak. We have been anxiously awaiting this announcement since the outbreak of the war, longing for safety and peace.

I deeply appreciate that you < generous donors> have become an integral part of our lives, sharing in the details of our suffering. I extend our heartfelt thanks to you all for your unwavering support.

Yes, we long to rebuild our lives, but where do we start, and how? What resources are left to sustain even the simplest life?

Sadly, while we may have survived this war with our bodies intact, our souls are shattered. It feels as though we are merely living bodies, stripped of spirit.

This is the coldest and harshest winter of our lives. Perhaps if we were still in our warm, prepared homes, we wouldn’t feel this bitter cold or the cruelty of winter. Truly, home is the source of warmth and security, but now it has become nothing more than a memory. Will we ever return to live a stable life in safe and comfortable homes? Only God knows.

We now desperately need your support to help us endure and adapt to the harsh circumstances we are going through.

I have created a new fundraiser after the one I worked so hard on for months was shut down. Please support me by donating and sharing the new campaign.

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If any of you put yourselves in our place, you would feel what we go through and the hardships we face.

I am sorry to speak in this way, but this is the result of the disappointment I feel.

You can only imagine how it feels to wake up every morning to the sound of gunfire, bombing, and destruction.

You can only imagine what life is like when you lack the basics and essentials needed to survive.

Think of others, and I sincerely hope that you never experience or endure the circumstances we are going through.

The prices of goods have skyrocketed insanely; the amount that used to suffice for a month is now barely enough for a week, even for securing the most basic essentials.

Think of us and support us.

If you feel warmth in your home, surrounded by all the comforts and safety you need, think of us. We were forced out of our homes, losing everything we owned—and along with it, our sense of security.

While we may have lost everything, we hope you don’t lose your humanity. Stand with those enduring the horrors of war.

Donate whatever you can—your support could be the lifeline someone desperately needs

When will we reclaim our lives? How many more New Year's Eves will we endure, burdened by suffering and despair?

I feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment and hopelessness. These are the only donations we’ve received since launching the campaign. Have people grown numb to our suffering? Do they now believe we are unworthy of support and compassion?

I can only hope that no one ever has to taste the bitterness of life we endure a life stripped of even the most basic means to survive and carry on