Mohammed

Unfortunately

Our tent was flooded and torn due to the winter.

Unfortunately

Our tent was flooded and torn due to the winter.

Unfortunately

Our tent was flooded and torn due to the winter.

Unfortunately

Our tent was flooded and torn due to the winter.

Unfortunately

Our tent was flooded and torn due to the winter.

Hello, I'm Mohammed... My child Mahmoud , is 5 years old. I want to ask for your help for my child. Please support him and share his story so that it reaches everyone.🙏

My child, Mahmoud, He has had a hole in his heart since birth. , and the situation has worsened during the war due to shortages of medicine and healthy food. He urgently needs surgery and medication.💔😔

The costs of treatment and medication are very high; please, every donation from you will contribute to his recovery.

Please help my child, donate to him, and share his story so he can recover and get the medicine.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my verified number on the list is (#88)✅️

Unfortunately

Our tent was flooded and torn due to the winter.

700 days of killing.

700 days of holocaust.

700 days of displacement.

700 days of abandonment.

700 days of loss.

700 days of destruction.

700 days of wandering.

700 days of loss.

700 days of deprivation.

700 days of tents.

700 days of starvation.

700 days of fear.

700 days of screaming.

700 days of massacres.

700 days of queues.

700 days of trading in our blood.

700 days of mercenary political analysis.

700 days of irresponsible leadership.

The occupation has announced that it will annihilate Gaza City – and they have been murdering the journalists who are bringing the truth to us...

People do not want to leave Gaza City, as they are starving, weakened, and know that once they leave they will never return – and they do not have a safe passage to the 'safe zones'.

People will be bombed and sniped either way... 123 people were killed within 24 hours, the death tolls are only increasing, the bombardments are ramping up – so global pressure and support must ramp up..

Very little food is being sold at exhorbant prices. The trickle of aid getting in is not enough – the airdrops that western and regional countries boast about are humiliating, they have killed people, and are filled with sand and mould...

Aid seekers have been shot, trampled, tear gassed... did you know that 1,600+ aid seekers have been killed in Gaza? They came with empty bullets, and got bullets instead... people have been kidnapped at these sites and held in detention... this isn't aid – its slaughter.

The trucks that are getting in get looted, and fave heavy constraints from the occupation. Our donations are helping people get food, and they are helping people not have to risk their lives...

Without a doubt, your donations are crucial, and a lack of donations can sent people to their deaths...

If you can afford to buy a cup of coffee, you can afford to help Mohammed Youssef ( @mokahaed ) and his family... he has five children – and they have been subjected to genocide and torture that no child should ever have to face... ever.

They are verified, number 88 on the @/gazavetters list ... and also verified here.

The last donation was 44 minutes ago as I write this.

"After our homes were completely destroyed, displacement number 14 has now been made from Al-Tuffah neighborhood in northern Gaza. My family of 27 and I do not own anything due to the sudden flight from the area. We do not even have the most basic necessities of life. No food, no clothing, no drink. I was not even able to bring a tent due to the urgent evacuation request from the area."

Could you imagine ?? please donate if you can...

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The occupation declared its intention to occupy all of Gaza‼️

This intention has existed since the beginning of the war, but what is going on inside its dangerous secret was not revealed from the beginning!!

The systematic genocide against us on a daily basis, the killing, destruction, ethnic cleansing and the complete killing of everything beautiful we have 100% until we are forced to leave Gaza and achieve their goals.

Doesn't this indicate their intention to occupy Gaza from the beginning????

and verified by 90-ghost

I’m Manal, and today I turn fifteen years old. I was supposed to celebrate like I used to in past years…

My 15th Birthday… No Cake, No Gifts, No Laughter

My dad would always prepare little surprises for me—delicious cake, a gift, maybe a new toy.I was the spoiled child of the house, and my joy meant the world to my family.

But this year is different.

This year, there’s No celebration. No cake, No gift, not even a candle to blow out. This year, there is war… famine… and fear that steals sleep from our eyes. I’m not crying over a cake or a toy—I'm crying over something much more important… "My father".

The man who always held me tightly is now at risk just by stepping outside to get us food. We fear he won’t return—only a body wrapped in a shroud.

We will not allow him to walk into death traps. We love him, and we want him to stay alive. We simply cannot bear to lose more.

I hope everyone will help us and donate to us, please, so that my father does not fall into the trap of death. We all greatly appreciate you standing by us in these difficult times. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to every heart that feels with us.

There is a fire in my heart that no one can see‼️

This is the Third time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.

I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.

🩸The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.

🩸The second time was 6 months ago when I brought some flour for my family and I was very tired because it was a very long walk.

🩸Now, I’m reliving that same pain.

The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.💔💔

*Do you feel the weight of this hunger in my heart?

*Can you hear the cries of my children’s empty stomachs?

*Is anyone out there listening?

*Can anyone help us or Or convey the voice of this hunger to those who can help us?

Please donate, we are in dire need of your humanity. I hope you will not leave us to die in this harsh hunger. We want to feel that there is someone we can rely on to lighten this burden a little.

My campaign is verified on Gazavetters under # (88).

Currently 9 650 € Raised of 50 000 €

Your donations help people facing starvation and frequent bombings every day afford food, water, and other basic needs – it is literally lifesaving!! Please share this fundraiser and donate if you are able to! Every little bit helps!

There is a fire in my heart that no one can see‼️

This is the Third time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.

I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.

🩸The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.

🩸The second time was 6 months ago when I brought some flour for my family and I was very tired because it was a very long walk.

🩸Now, I’m reliving that same pain.

The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.💔💔

*Do you feel the weight of this hunger in my heart?

*Can you hear the cries of my children’s empty stomachs?

*Is anyone out there listening?

*Can anyone help us or Or convey the voice of this hunger to those who can help us?

Please donate, we are in dire need of your humanity. I hope you will not leave us to die in this harsh hunger. We want to feel that there is someone we can rely on to lighten this burden a little.

There is a fire in my heart that no one can see‼️

This is the Third time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.

I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.

🩸The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.

🩸The second time was 6 months ago when I brought some flour for my family and I was very tired because it was a very long walk.

🩸Now, I’m reliving that same pain.

The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.💔💔

*Do you feel the weight of this hunger in my heart?

*Can you hear the cries of my children’s empty stomachs?

*Is anyone out there listening?

*Can anyone help us or Or convey the voice of this hunger to those who can help us?

Please donate, we are in dire need of your humanity. I hope you will not leave us to die in this harsh hunger. We want to feel that there is someone we can rely on to lighten this burden a little.