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It is with a broken heart that we have to share the worst news imaginable with the NGU community. This weekend, the IOF bombed the neighborhood of Yahya Al-Habil and his family. Little Omar, Yahya’s 7-year-old brother who we have mentioned often, was martyred.

Both of Yahya’s brothers Khalil and Mohammed were being treated in different departments for the severe injuries they sustained from this attack, and did not get the chance to say goodbye to Omar. Their wounds were devastating, and both remain in very poor condition.

They now require ongoing, very expensive medical care, the sum of which for both their treatments is $10,000 usd. Donations have become stagnant and their situation is extremely desperate. Please help them survive and try to rebuild their lives.

Current: $7,802 of $15,480 usd—updated 15 Feb

Need to raise: $7,678 usd

"Everything collapsed… and we were left alone under the ashes."

My name is Amani, and I’m a mother of three: Mohammad (17), Moath (14), and Habiba (10). We used to live in a small home in northern Gaza. It wasn’t fancy, but it was filled with love, memories, and safety.

One day during the war, everything changed. There was a loud explosion… then screams… then silence. When the dust settled, our home was gone.

Everything we owned — clothes, family photos, Mohammad’s school books, Habiba’s favorite doll — was buried under the rubble.

We fled with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Since then, we've been living in a tent, exposed to the cold, the heat, the fear, and the hunger.

💔 “Mom, when will we go back home?” Mohammad asked me.

I have no answer… because there is no home to return to.

Mohammad, at 17, should be finishing school, but he had to stop because we can't afford even a notebook.

Moath, 14, is deeply traumatized. He barely sleeps at night.

Habiba, only 10, has forgotten what it feels like to sleep in a real bed.

💢 Life became a daily struggle:

We often sleep hungry.

There's no medicine when my children get sick.

I have no job, no support, and no future in sight.

All I have now… is my voice.

🙏 Please, help us survive.

We don’t ask for much — only for the chance to live with dignity.

Your donation — no matter how small — could:

Provide food, blankets, or clean water.

Help Mohammad return to school.

Give Habiba a reason to smile again.

🕊️ Save Amani and her children

You can help rebuild a life destroyed by war. Your kindness can bring hope to a family lost in the darkness.

Please donate. Please share. Please don’t look away.

ahhhhhh!!!!! blah!!!!

In Malay go like "Face like you can be found anywhere at the night market. People are pirating your face to the pajamas."

This is funny because how true this was. Like you cannot just go to any night market at Malaysia and didnt see any of cheap pirating pajamas for kid with all the famous cartoon character what was trace and miss colour 😭. Blaze saying that how face like ice is iconic enough for people to make it cheap ass pajamas. I can tell that Nizam, the writer take that personaly in funny way

While English dub saying "Your face is so plain I already forget about it. You cant even get a job as movie extra"