.

Ayla is living with chronic malnutrition, dehydration, and diarrhea due to the IOF's food blockade, leaving her immune system extremely compromised. The lOF's destruction of Gaza's waste management systems has also caused a surge in infectious diseases, and Ayla needs all the immune support she can get to avoid a lethal infection.

We still need to raise $100 for the first vaccine, and the second is $500, so we have set a new temporary goal of $600 usd. The second vaccine is in VERY SHORT SUPPLY and we need to raise the funds for it ASAP!! Please share widely and donate if you can!!

Current: $64,642 out of $65,159 usd (as of 24 August 2025)

Need to raise: $517 usd

About Mahmoud: A 21-year-old engineering student from Gaza. I am ambitious and passionate. I love my education and my work. I have a beautiful, conservative, and friendly family.

I was working as a freelancer before October 7th, but with the war I lost my job and left my home heading to the southern Gaza Strip. I lived the worst months of my life searching for my life between transporting water, feeding my family and escaping death. I wasted two years of my life without a goal, just escaping death. I got my expenses and my family’s expenses from your donations, but now I am searching for my dream again in these circumstances.

I created the Isnad initiative, which aims to help students in Gaza who lost their dreams, just like me! Today I am proud to have helped more than 70 students complete their education!! But today! I work in the initiative for 6 hours a day, but I can't stand on my feet after 3 hours. Why? Because famine killed us in Gaza. I feel nauseous quickly and I can't complete my day unless I get the nutritional supplement designated for children!! Can you imagine that?

Famine has filled the sector and prices are very high. My campaign has $30,000. I have been collecting this amount for two years and only $5,000 is left to reach my goal. I am really exhausted and hungry. The only thing left for me is you guys. Please allocate $10 for me! To give up some sweets and cigarettes today in exchange for providing me with some bread, is that possible?

Fundraiser || PayPal || Vetting 1 || Vetting 2

This is the time to show your sympathy for Gaza. Famine is deadly.

@g0at0ad @gothhabiba @feluka @raangmanch @slydiddledeedee

@wherethatoldtraingoes2 @kiirodora @tiredguyswag @corpsenurse

There’s no flour, no food—only hunger, fear, and silence. My family sleep with empty stomachs. I wake up every day praying for a miracle: just bread, just safety, just a little kindness from the outside world.

I never imagined I’d have to beg, but today I am. Please, if you see this, don’t ignore it. If you can help us with even the smallest amount, it can mean food on our table or medicine for my loved ones.

But, they had to leave with nothing in order to escape the bombing. Let’s help them again!

When you send them something, you will be directly contributing to getting them shelter. They currently have to sleep on the street with their children. All donations will help buy a new tent, food, and clothes for her children while they get settled. ❤️🫂

One tent can cost up to 400USD!😱 Donate to help!🙏🏽

Verified here! She is also (#651), verified by @gazavetters !

we are killed,

we are burned,

we are torn apart,

we are destroyed—

all in front of the world's eyes and ears.

There is no mercy.

Stop the war. Stop the war.

Please don't hesitate.

Your small donation makes a big difference.

I really need your donation.😭🙏🏻💔

@punkincat1977 @gazavetters @northgazaupdates2 @northgazaupdatas @northgazaupdates2 @a-shade-of-blue @90-ghost

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

The bombings spare no one 💣, and death hovers above us every single moment ☠️.

I beg your kind hearts 🥺— please help me save my family before they become the next victims 💔.

Please, donate:

https://gofund.me/ed6e9cb6

My sister and brother are suffering from symptoms of weakened immunity due to lack of food and poor nutrition. 😭💔We are living under harsh conditions, struggling every day just to survive. We kindly ask those with compassionate hearts to donate, even a little, to help us buy some food we can no longer afford due to the high prices.🙏🏻😣💔

Please don’t ignore my plea — every bit of support, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives. I am in desperate need.😭😭

Note:Tumblr's policy doesn't allow me to post pictures because they are sensitive.💔

we live in a tent that has become torn since the beginning of the war on Gaza We have been displaced repeatedly to different places in Gaza to find safety We both families suffer from food shortages due to the closure of the crossings Food and medicine have become expensive

We need your help and donations, your donation helps the two families and other families to survive Thank you everyone who participates and contributes to our campaign🇵🇸🍉

"We no longer dream… We just want to live another day without bombing, without hunger, without fear."

I am a university student from Gaza. A young man who used to carry his university bag, and today he bears the burden of survival in a city that knows nothing but pain.

My home was destroyed. My land was seized by the occupation. My family lost everything.

Even water, bread, and medicine… became unattainable dreams.

We live days that don't resemble life… There's no enough food, no electricity, no clean water, not even safety. We spend the nights surrounded by the bombardment's lights, and the day searching for a morsel of food to satisfy our hunger or medicine to save a sick person.

Despite all this, I'm still trying to complete my studies. I still believe that knowledge has a louder voice than bombs, and that the pen is mightier than a bullet. But I can't afford university fees, and I don't have money for books or even internet access.

That's why I'm writing to you… Perhaps this appeal will reach the heart of a person who knows the meaning of mercy and feels the weight of the pain we carry.

Your donation may not change the world… but it could save a student from perdition.