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Today, walking down the street, we were hit by a shell. A group of people around were martyred in front of me, and I was...The shrapnel tore my hand, the bone broke, and the strings broke

The pain is not only in the wound... The pain is that you find yourself alone, with a broken hand, with a painful body, and you can't even lift it asking for help 😭💔

I'm not asking for anything big... But please, help me save my hand, maybe I can write again, work, live... Maybe I can join someone again 😭🥺

“I'm not dead... but every day I die a little ….😭😭

The doctor said there was a need for immediate surgery. They want to make iron inside the hand, and tie the strings that have been cut... so that I don’t lose them completely 💔💔

My hand that broke, was the last thing left for me... and she was my only weapon in life 💔😭

I'm not a student of a good life... I'm just trying not to bleed alone 💔

I was walking looking for some bread... Maybe even a little hope, but instead of bread, the bombing came down 😭

I'm not a hero... I'm a sad person, tired, losing everything, and everything I ask for: a chance to live 😭🙏🏻

Help me... I don't lose the rest from me.

Your donation is not only to save my hand... It can save me, I donate through PayPal to save my life 😭🙏🏻

I was walking alone, not a weapon holder, nor wearing a shield... But carrying pain, fatigue, and simple dream that he is still alive 😭

And suddenly... the bombing came down. The earth shook, people screamed, and blood covered the place 💔💔

They took me to the hospital, and there they told the doctors :

“You want an urgent operation... Iron inside the hand, and tie strings... Otherwise I will lose my hand 😭💔 Your donation through PayPal will restrict my life as soon as possible 😭🙏🏻

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Today, walking down the street, we were hit by a shell. A group of people around were martyred in front of me, and I was...The shrapnel tore my hand, the bone broke, and the strings broke

The pain is not only in the wound... The pain is that you find yourself alone, with a broken hand, with a painful body, and you can't even lift it asking for help 😭💔

I'm not asking for anything big... But please, help me save my hand, maybe I can write again, work, live... Maybe I can join someone again 😭🥺

“I'm not dead... but every day I die a little ….😭😭

The doctor said there was a need for immediate surgery. They want to make iron inside the hand, and tie the strings that have been cut... so that I don’t lose them completely 💔💔

My hand that broke, was the last thing left for me... and she was my only weapon in life 💔😭

I'm not a student of a good life... I'm just trying not to bleed alone 💔

I was walking looking for some bread... Maybe even a little hope, but instead of bread, the bombing came down 😭

I'm not a hero... I'm a sad person, tired, losing everything, and everything I ask for: a chance to live 😭🙏🏻

Help me... I don't lose the rest from me.

Your donation is not only to save my hand... It can save me, I donate through PayPal to save my life 😭🙏🏻

I was walking alone, not a weapon holder, nor wearing a shield... But carrying pain, fatigue, and simple dream that he is still alive 😭

And suddenly... the bombing came down. The earth shook, people screamed, and blood covered the place 💔💔

They took me to the hospital, and there they told the doctors :

“You want an urgent operation... Iron inside the hand, and tie strings... Otherwise I will lose my hand 😭💔 Your donation through PayPal will restrict my life as soon as possible 😭🙏🏻

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Verified : @90-ghost

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Images: (Top) Muhammad with his two young children: Suha (3 years old) and Zuhair (1.5 years old). (Bottom) The remnants of Muhammad's house, which was destroyed amidst the conflict of the last year.

Story by @rumiandroses

This is reality Muhammad Anwar Yahya Abu Zanad and his family.

Before the war, Muhammad was a hardworking laborer at a contracting company. He built a good life for his wife Salsabil, their young children Suha (3 years old) and Zuhair (1.5 years old), and his extended family—including his parents, Anwar and Suha, and his siblings, Malak, Laila, and Abdul Rahman. Muhammad provided for them all, ensuring they had a home filled with love and security.

Then, war came.

In November 2023, their neighborhood was given an immediate evacuation order. Muhammad and his family fled to Rafah, where they lived for six months in a tent at Al-Khwarizmi School. But even this refuge was taken from them when Rafah was also ordered to evacuate.

Returning to their home in Khan Yunis, they found it bombed and barely standing. With nowhere else to go, Muhammad did his best to patch together what remained, but the house is not safe. Gaps in the structure allow rats, insects, and stray animals to enter. The family lives in constant discomfort, exposed to the elements.

Muhammad has not been able to find work since the war began. He relies entirely on scarce aid, struggling to feed his family. Baby Zuhair needs formula, but prices have skyrocketed. His father suffers from high blood pressure, his mother from diabetes, yet medicine is nearly impossible to afford.

Your donation will help:

✅ Repair Muhammad’s home or, if needed, assist in evacuating the family to safety.

✅ Provide food for Muhammad's family and baby formula for Muhammad’s young child.

✅ Purchase necessary medication for Muhammad's parents.

✅ Ensure access to clean water, hygiene supplies, and basic necessities.

Muhammad is doing everything he can to protect his family, but circumstances outside of his control are making life more difficult by the day.

Your support—whether through a donation or simply sharing his story—can be the difference between survival and despair.

Let’s stand together, and show Muhammad and his family that they are not alone.

You can donate to Muhammad's Chuffed campaign [HERE].

Muhammad and his wife have sent photos of their identification to Gaza Giving Tree for identity verification. We're hoping to help them get vetted by other mutual aid organizations like @gazavetters.

I am Omar Mazen Rabah Hammad, I am 18 years old, with my father Omar, my father is 64, my father has Sultan's disease. I live alone. I lost my family and I live with my father. I am afraid of losing my father. We have lost many members of our family and my father suffers from many diseases. If I don't help my parents, I will lose my parents. I'm afraid I'll lose my parents and stay alone. 💔☹️

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my parents. I'm younger, if I lose my brother I'll be alone at the beginning of my youth. I hope everyone stands with us. This has ruined our lives and destroyed my father with a disease that is getting worse with this war. I lost most of my family 💔💔

We suffer a lot in our lives here, no water, no healthy food, everything here needs money, and we don't have money. We had shops and we spent and live, but destroy everything there will be nothing left, my father needs medicine every three days and I won't be able to help my father's situation is bad, we need your help, support and donations so that we can overcome the purchase of medicine and food and we want to live as peacefully as we can, but my father is sick and unable to walk. We need money so that I can ruin my father, 🙏🏻

But unfortunately, our house was destroyed in this war and we are now living in tents, Dilapidated ☹️

Now we live in dilapidated tents my father is unable to walk

we are no longer able to provide the bare necessities of life

My family’s future has been completely destroyed and I can no longer live in Gaza. I want to leave it and treat my parents outside the Gaza Strip, so I need $5,000 per person.

I hope that everyone who watches my story will help me get out of Gaza and find a better treatment and life for my father and family.

I'm asking for help and,I hope you help me and donate to me to save my life from death

Donate, even if it's $20

‏I hope you can donate even $20, it will save my father's life ❤️🙏

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Thank you all 🍉🇵🇸

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

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I am the daughter of Ahmed Al-Astal, the sister of Samir Al-Astal. I ask you and I beg you. Samir’s condition is in danger and Samir’s condition is getting worse. Samir is running in the hospital and he is in a miserable condition. I ask you and I beg you and I am sending you a message from my father, my mother, my grandmother and all my family to help my brother Samir. We really only want treatment for my brother, even if we die of hunger. We do not want food and we do not want anything but treatment for Samir. O people of goodness and donations, I pray. May God hope that someone will see me and see the situation of my brother Samir and donate to us generously in order to perform the operations, and every person who is able to donate from 5 dollars, 10, 20, 50, 100, or whatever you are able to do. Please help us. Please, my brother is struggling in hospitals under danger. 🥺🥺🙏

Currently $7,314 USD raised of $25K target

Samir may lose his foot due to his severe injuries! He needs to receive the 5 surgeries he needs but they cannot afford them!

You can enter my necklace raffle (2.0) if you donate to this fundraiser!