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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 🥺🙏.

I am [Shaimaa], and I speak to you today with my heart before my words, asking you to stand by my family who live in Gaza, amid extremely difficult humanitarian conditions due to the ongoing aggression and the suffocating siege.

I have a daughter named Juri and she is 3 years old and we now live in a very difficult situation. There is no fixed income, no sources of food or medicine, or to provide any requirement.

🎯 Our goal is to raise an amount of [write the amount, such as: $3000] to cover basic needs including:

• Food and drinking water

• Medicines and health care

• Essentials of daily life

Every contribution – no matter how simple – will make a real difference, save lives, and give hope to a family exhausted by fatigue and circumstanceshttps://gofund.me/6c000cbfe

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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I never thought I would write such words, but war makes it impossible to remain silent in pain.

I lived with my children in a small, modest house, but one filled with warmth and love. We dreamed of the simplest things—to eat together, to go to school, to live in peace. We tried to cope with the siege, the power cuts, and the water shortages, but we always thanked God.

Then came the last war, and it took everything from us.

*In a single moment, the house collapsed on us.* I ran with my children, not knowing where to go. The sound of rockets, the screams of neighbors, the dust and smoke… everything was terrifying. We miraculously survived, but we lost everything. No clothes, no food, no toys, no safety.

We fled south on foot, searching for a tent to shelter us. We arrived exhausted, hungry, and terrified. Since then, we have been living in a tattered tent, amidst the cold, hunger, and fear.

My youngest son is sick from the cold and malnutrition, and I can't afford his medicine.

My eldest daughter asks me, "Mommy, will we ever go back home? Will I ever be able to go to school again?" And I have no answer.

I try to be strong for them, to smile at them despite the pain, to hide my tears every night, but I break down every time I see them sleeping hungry and without blankets.

I'm not asking for much.

I implore you, as a mother, as a human being, to look at my children as you would your own. Any donation, no matter how small, can make a difference in our lives. It can feed my children, or buy them blankets or medicine.

I have launched a fundraising campaign so that I can support my children and get back on my feet.

Even if you can't donate, please share my story. Perhaps it will reach a kind heart that will help us.

From my heart to yours,

*I pray for your peace, and I pray that God will save my children.*

I’m a 38-year-old mother living in northern Gaza with my husband and our 8 children 👩‍👧‍👦. Before the war, we had a peaceful life — full of love, family, and hope 🌸. But everything was taken from us in an instant 💣. Our home was destroyed, and now we are displaced, living in the open without food, shelter, or medicine ❄️🍞💊.

I had a fundraiser to help us survive, but sadly, it stopped working and I can no longer access it 😞. I’ve now launched a *new campaign* in hopes of finding kind people who can support us 🙏. Even though a ceasefire has begun, *nothing has changed* for families like mine — we are still struggling every day just to stay alive 💔.

*Please, if you can donate or share*, it would mean the world to us. Your support could help us find shelter and keep my children safe and warm tonight 🛌💖.

I’m a 38-year-old mother living in northern Gaza with my husband and our 8 children 👩‍👧‍👦. Before the war, we had a peaceful life — full of love, family, and hope 🌸. But everything was taken from us in an instant 💣. Our home was destroyed, and now we are displaced, living in the open without food, shelter, or medicine ❄️🍞💊.

I had a fundraiser to help us survive, but sadly, it stopped working and I can no longer access it 😞. I’ve now launched a *new campaign* in hopes of finding kind people who can support us 🙏. Even though a ceasefire has begun, *nothing has changed* for families like mine — we are still struggling every day just to stay alive 💔.

*Please, if you can donate or share*, it would mean the world to us. Your support could help us find shelter and keep my children safe and warm tonight 🛌💖.

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 🥺🙏.

I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢

I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂

Here is the donation link ⬇️**

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

We had a monthly income that was sufficient to meet our needs and fulfill our requests. When the war on Gaza began on 10/7/2023, we lived as homeless people after our entire house was bombed at the beginning of the war. We were displaced to countless areas since the first day of the war. After more than 200 days of the war, one of my sons was martyred and two others were injured while trying to find us food to satisfy our hunger. I became fully responsible for him after my eldest son was martyred and the other two were seriously injured. My children,

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I come from a lifeless neighborhood with no color other than the color of blood and destruction.

I was born in 1991.

I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.

My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.

I worked in a private job.

I received a salary that covered my and my mother's expenses as much as possible.

We were happy until the war came.

The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.

Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing.

My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.

My brothers Mahmoud and Ashraf stayed behind.

We were displaced several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.

During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced along the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape...

Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Mahmoud and Ashraf. Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who grieve, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without a farewell, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us and protect us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals.

We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all.

My name is Ahmed, I’m 20 years old, and I’m from Gaza City. I used to dream of a peaceful life, completing my education, and getting a job, but the war has turned that dream into something impossible 💔😭. We lived through this massacre in every painful detail, and we are still in pain 😔. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in the north of Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Strip. After we fixed a small room in our destroyed house to live in and start over, unfortunately, the war returned, stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter and no source of income. We have exhausted all our savings during the war. I know that I started my campaign very late, but that’s because there is no other way to help my family 🙏. I am fully confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these difficult circumstances 😔.

I know that the feeling of starting from scratch is painful and frustrating, but I hope to receive any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

https://chuffed.org/project/helpahmedfamily

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

I used to live a peaceful and happy life with my husband and our little child ❤️👨‍👩‍👦.

Suddenly, everything changed when our home was bombed and collapsed with all our memories 💔🏚️.

We survived miraculously, but now we live in a tent after losing everything ⛺

The war stole our sense of safety and took away my child’s bed, toys, and little dreams 😢🧸.

We asked our friends in the U.S. to help by launching a support campaign, but the link is taking some time 🇺🇸⌛.

So we had to use my friend Maram’s link temporarily 🙏.

We hope peace returns, and that we can rebuild a new life despite the pain 🌈🕊️.

Thank you to everyone standing with us, even with just a kind word — you are the light in this darkness 🤍✨.

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.