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I am Raneen, a mother from Gaza, and my husband, Ahmed.We dreamed of a simple life, a warm home, and a child who would fill our lives with light. But the war stole everything…Our homes were destroyed, our dreams were burned, and all that remained was pain and fear.

I gave birth to my son, Mohammed, amidst the sounds of bombing and the smell of death.But he was born to begin a greater suffering…

He developed severe lung infections due to the toxic gases that fill the air in Gaza.Every moment that passes steals his life…and every breath he takes is a struggle between life and death.

The doctors told us we had only one option to save him: an urgent and complex surgery to save his life.

But we are helpless… we don't even have the money for bread, so how can we afford this expensive operation?

I knocked on people's doors… I begged… I cried… I screamed from the heart of a mother broken by her son's weakness, but no one answered. Now, I appeal to you from the heart of a mother who is burning every moment:

Please save my child.

This is his last chance. If it's lost, everything will be lost.I swear to you, my child is dying in my arms, and I have nothing but prayers and compassionate hearts.

I beg you, my friend, my child needs your help. Please donate me a little.

There's no time left, my friend. My child needs your help. Please donate and share.

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We are being slaughtered

We are being torn apart

We are being buried alive

We are being buried

We are being displaced

We are starving

We are being detained

We are being tortured

We are being burned

Whoever watches everything from above will never be affected by what's below.

We are the ones whose heads are being cut off.

To those who believe there is an "improvement" in Gaza—wake up.

We write from North Gaza, where crossings are nearly closed and aid barely reaches us—less than 1% of what we need. No medicine, no flour, no clean water. Children are starving and dying from lack of treatment.Today, over 100 martyrs fell—mostly women and children.

CNN reports many children are dying of starvation due to the blockade and collapsing healthcare.

Aid has started entering southern Gaza because of your voices—but we need more.

Please pressure to send aid to North Gaza. Time is running out. We can’t endure this much longer.

If we needed help before, now we need you more than ever.PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN

There is no ceasefire, no breakthrough—only slow death and silence.

we've seen nearly 20 months of genocide and we've lost so many thousand people from gaza. i genuinely do not understand anyone who doesn't feel genuine heartache and grief for palestine.

gaza was so full of life and light. it physically hurts to see the aftermath of the destruction led by the occupation. homes and schools and hospitals and parks are all rubble now.

despite all this death and destruction, palestinians are trying to survive and maintain hope for the future.

i request you to donate to alaa amsse, a mother of two young children. she is fundraising to feed her family and take care of basic necessities. there is a famine and she needs firewood to keep her family warm. her fundraiser has been verified.

Exactly one month ago and on the morning of April 3rd, Maryam asked my father if she could go visit Khaled. She missed him and wanted to play with the children her age in his neighborhood.He agreed. She went on her way, and not even a few minutes had passed before a missile struck the area she had just headed to.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to us but one question screaming in our mind : “Where’s Maryam? Is she okay?”

My father says..

I ran as fast as I could toward the site of the strike, my heart pounding in fear and panic.

When I arrived, I was shocked by the scene. Dozens of men were rushing around, carrying injured children. All of them every single one had blood covering their faces and severe injuries. I began shouting at the top of my lungs, “Maryam! Maryam! MARYAM!” until I saw her...

But my heart still wasn’t at peace. I couldn’t leave. I ran again this time toward the place I feared Khaled might have been.

With every step closer, my dread grew. “No... it can’t be him...” But when I arrived, I found Khaled’s house two stories high destroyed.

Khaled was there. After a long struggle, we managed to pull him from the rubble... but it was too late. Khaled had passed away.

Khaled is gone... and the world no longer feels the same. The earth is emptier now without Khaled.

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Another breathtaking piece by Notte truly beyond words. My family and I are deeply touched by the compassion, emotion, and soul you pour into your work.

We are forever grateful for the way you’ve made us feel seen and cared for. Your kindness, professionalism, and unwavering dedication mean the world to us.

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Peace be upon you, I never imagined I’d write a plea to the world like this… But today, I have no other choice.

My name is Abdel-Majeed. I’m a father to a baby girl who hasn’t even turned one 👶, and a husband to a patient, broken-hearted wife — she has nothing left but her tears and prayers.

We are now living under a sky raining fire 💥 and on a land with no food and no water 🚫💧. Hunger is eating us alive. The shelling never stops. Even the soup kitchens have closed 🚷 — And the only hope left is in the hearts of the kind and merciful ❤️.

I know the world is tired. I know everyone is struggling. But I am writing to you from deep pain — From the heart of a father with nothing left: No milk 🍼, no bread 🍞, not even a drop of hope.

A bag of flour here costs $600 💸. Can you imagine?

We don’t dream of meat 🥩 or fruit 🍎 — We just want a small piece of bread to silence my baby girl’s cries.

I cry in silence 😢 as I watch her tremble from hunger, while my wife tries to soothe her with the softest voice full of broken tenderness…

But love alone doesn’t feed. And it doesn’t protect us from the bombs 💔.

Please… Don’t scroll past. Even $1 could be the line between life and death.

I’m not asking for the impossible. I just want to keep my family alive. To give my daughter one more day…

Please share — don’t let this post fade. Let it reach every living heart.

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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️

You can share this or donate with anything you can 🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

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Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.