and with your consistent support Sahar's campaign is 90% to goal.

But she and her family almost lost their lives recently after the Israeli Occupation Forces bombed a busy intersection in the al-Mawasi refugee camp, killing at least 5 Palestinians and injuring at least 17 others. She sent me the video below showing the immediate aftermath.

Don't forget, this is still the daily scene in Gaza.

Please help us reach our goal $45,089/$50,000

From Sahar: "Hello my friends ❤️ I'm so close to reaching my goal, and I can't get there without your help. Please, if you've been thinking about donating, now is the time. My little daughter, Tia, is still waiting for the food and basic necessities that I struggle to provide every day. Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to safety and gives me hope that I can care for my child. Please help us reach this goal. Your kindness could make all the difference for my little family. Thank you for standing with us. ❤️"

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In the corners of our tattered tent, there is no place for comfort or smiles, only pain and hunger dominate our days. For over a month, bread has been cut off, and we no longer find anything to satisfy our hunger. My husband and I are fighting for survival, while our little daughter, who is not even six months old, looks at us with innocence as we struggle to meet her basic needs.😭😭💔

The suffering around us is escalating, the shelling never stops, and we are living in desperate times where food and water have become a distant dream.😭 The rising prices of flour have made life feel like an unending hell, and we fight to stay alive.💔😭

We plead with compassionate hearts to extend a helping hand. Any assistance that contributes to buying a bag of flour could give us a chance to survive and alleviate the hunger that consumes us.😭😭😭

#SaveUs #Aid #Hunger

Together, we can overcome this ordeal.💔😭😭🫂🫂

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇🙏

link gofundme....🙏👇

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by: 90-ghost

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

In the corners of our tattered tent, there is no place for comfort or smiles, only pain and hunger dominate our days. For over a month, bread has been cut off, and we no longer find anything to satisfy our hunger. My husband and I are fighting for survival, while our little daughter, who is not even six months old, looks at us with innocence as we struggle to meet her basic needs.😭😭💔

The suffering around us is escalating, the shelling never stops, and we are living in desperate times where food and water have become a distant dream.😭 The rising prices of flour have made life feel like an unending hell, and we fight to stay alive.💔😭

We plead with compassionate hearts to extend a helping hand. Any assistance that contributes to buying a bag of flour could give us a chance to survive and alleviate the hunger that consumes us.😭😭😭

#SaveUs #Aid #Hunger

Together, we can overcome this ordeal.💔😭😭🫂🫂

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇🙏

link gofundme....🙏👇

PayPal link 👇

verified

by: 90-ghost

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

Because of the violent, brutal winds, our tent the only shelter for me, my husband, and my little daughter was completely destroyed. It is gone and now we are left with nothing. 😭

Tonight we are forced to sleep in the street with no protection from the cold, the wind, or the fear. My small daughter is trembling in my arms, and my heart is breaking because I cannot give her a safe place to rest.

All I am asking for now is a new tent to protect us and give my child a little safety. The cost of a tent is $500.

If every kind donor could give just $30 or $40, we would be able to buy it very soon. 🙏

Please do not ignore the suffering of a mother who has no one in this world except your compassion.🫂

You are our only hope. You can help bring safety and dignity back to my little girl’s life.

Please help us even a small amount can save us. ❤️‍🩹

#This is the state of our tent now 😭😭😭👇

To donate, click here 🙏👇

Because of the violent, brutal winds, our tent the only shelter for me, my husband, and my little daughter was completely destroyed. It is gone and now we are left with nothing. 😭

Tonight we are forced to sleep in the street with no protection from the cold, the wind, or the fear. My small daughter is trembling in my arms, and my heart is breaking because I cannot give her a safe place to rest.

All I am asking for now is a new tent to protect us and give my child a little safety. The cost of a tent is $500.

If every kind donor could give just $30 or $40, we would be able to buy it very soon. 🙏

Please do not ignore the suffering of a mother who has no one in this world except your compassion.🫂

You are our only hope. You can help bring safety and dignity back to my little girl’s life.

Please help us even a small amount can save us. ❤️‍🩹

#This is the state of our tent now 😭😭😭👇

To donate, click here 🙏👇

Eid is coming, and my heart breaks when I look at my little daughter.🥹

Every child waits for Eid with joy, dreaming of new clothes and happy moments. But my little girl sits quietly with sad eyes, asking me if she will have something to wear like the other children. I have no answer because I cannot afford to buy her Eid clothes.😭😭:

please help me bring a smile to my little girl this Eid. Even the smallest donation can help me buy her simple Eid clothes and make her feel like every other child.

She has already seen so much sadness in her young life, and all I wish is to give her one small moment of happiness.

Please be the reason my daughter smiles this Eid. Your kindness can change her day and mean the world to us. 🤍

To donate, click here 👇

Eid is coming, and my heart breaks when I look at my little daughter.🥹

Every child waits for Eid with joy, dreaming of new clothes and happy moments. But my little girl sits quietly with sad eyes, asking me if she will have something to wear like the other children. I have no answer because I cannot afford to buy her Eid clothes.😭😭:

please help me bring a smile to my little girl this Eid. Even the smallest donation can help me buy her simple Eid clothes and make her feel like every other child.

She has already seen so much sadness in her young life, and all I wish is to give her one small moment of happiness.

Please be the reason my daughter smiles this Eid. Your kindness can change her day and mean the world to us. 🤍

To donate, click here 👇

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

One year ago, I gave birth to her in the middle of fear and uncertainty. I remember holding her for the first time and promising her that I would protect her, that I would give her a safe and warm home.

Yesterday, she turned one.

There was no . No decorations. No gifts🥹🥹.

But there was a quiet wish in my heart.

If she could wish for anything, I know it wouldn’t be toys.

It would be something so simple…

To live in a safe and warm home. 😭

To grow up in a stable life where hunger is not part of her childhood.

She is only one year old.🫂

She doesn’t understand war, instability, or financial struggle.

But she understands cold nights. She understands hunger. She understands when her mother holds her a little tighter because she is worried about tomorrow.

If you would like to give her a late birthday gift, even the smallest amount can help us move one step closer to safety, food, and warmth.🙏

Your kindness could be the gift that changes her second year of life. 🤍

Thank you for remembering her. Thank you for caring.

To donate, click here 👇

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link