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My son Mohammed is in critical health condition. He was admitted to the operating room after being shot at by Israeli quadcopters. 🥺

He needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip. 💔

I need help ASAP RT & DONATE

HELP US PROVIDE TREATMEMTS.

I am Adham, married and have four children. I’m a lawyer from Gaza city. 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

Since the first day of the war, we have been suffering from this crazy war. We left our home without anything significant, except for the clothes we wear. We moved a lot until we reached the place we live now in Deir Al balah, in the south of the Gaza Strip, with my large family, which consists of 100 people, more than two-thirds of whom are children. Our house was bombed and completely destroyed. Today we live the struggle of life with unbearable fear and cold. I hope that my family and I can travel outside the Gaza Strip until this massacre ends.

I ask you to help my family in the Gaza Strip so that they can secure their daily needs after they leave our home in northern Gaza to southern Gaza. I have a big family, consisting of my father, mother, five brothers and six sisters, all of whom are married and have children. They’re 62 people🇵🇸🇵🇸.

My family suffer from a severe shortage of everything from the daily necessities of life to the needs of their children.

Your support matters. Please consider joining me on this mission to reunite our family and save lives. Every donation, no matter the amount, will bring us closer to our goal.

Together, we can make a profound impact on the lives of my loved ones, granting them the chance to start a new life and escape the horrors they currently face.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your generosity and support. Please share our campaign with family, friends, and anyone who may be willing to help. Your kindness and compassion can truly make a difference.

Help us Escape the Ravages of the War & Emergency Evacuation

Vetted here by @90-ghost

I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

My name is Mohammed, and I am 21 years old from Gaza. Life has never been easy for me.

I attended the best schools in Gaza and worked hard to lighten the burden of my university studies on my father, as I wanted to be independent. I am a university student studying Information Technology and was supposed to graduate this year.

I have worked in design as a freelancer with several individuals and companies, but I am currently facing difficulties due to the internet outage.

I have also worked as a designer and sales marketer with Palestinian telecommunications companies, including Jawwal.

Unfortunately, the destruction of universities in Gaza has significantly impacted my educational journey.

I strive to reduce my parents’ expenses, as they need my care at this stage in their lives, and I am the youngest child in a family of nine.

hello everyone, i'm going to make this post short so more people will hopefully read through and reblog.

my friend amal @amalashuor is in desperate need of funds to support herself, her husband, and her one-year-old daughter maryam in gaza. she is vetted at #175 on the spreadsheet created by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi.

the already high costs of basic necessities in gaza are increasing, and amal needs to buy diapers, milk, cerelac, and other supplies to care for her baby. it has gotten to the point where she cannot even afford to buy herself vegetables. amal also needs money for menstrual hygiene products to avoid infections.

please, please, please help amal and her family by reblogging this post and donating what you can. even after they reach their goal of €50,000, they will need as many donations as possible to keep them going until they are able to evacuate. the least you can do is take a minute of your time to contribute. thank you all so much.