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My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.

But the war took everything from us… 💔

In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.

After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.

Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.

The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.

I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.

Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.

Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.

Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.

My story and hope for survival😭

I am Israa Alwan I am 23 years old, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.🥺🧑🏻‍🎓🧑🏻‍💻

But my dream didn’t last. The war came and turned 🇵🇸my life upside down. My home, once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I’m left with only a few belongings and broken dreams. Now, I have no home, no job, and no sense of security. I move from one place to another with my husband, carrying my unborn child, searching for shelter to protect us from the cold winter and the scorching summer.😭😭🍉

I would like to share a part of my life with you…🥺🌠

I am Esraa 🤍 I married the man I love, and he is my support and strength in this difficult world. Now I am pregnant with our little baby, and we dream of the day we hold our child in our arms, filling our lives with love and hope.

But the reality around us is very hard 💔

We are living in a worn-out tent that cannot protect us from the cold or the rain. Every day, I worry about my baby growing inside me and how I can keep him safe in these conditions.

During this sensitive time, I truly need proper care, healthy food, clean water, and vitamins to protect my baby and myself 🤰💧💊

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If you can help, even a little, it would make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💗

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My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.

But the war took everything from us… 💔

In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.

After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.

Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.

The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.

I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.

Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.

Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.

Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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I BEG YOU DONT SKIP🚨

Tell me, how can my voice reach your hearts ?

Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.

My name is Wedad Shadi, I am 15 years old, and I live in Gaza, Palestine.🇵🇸

Our home was completely destroyed, and now we live in a torn, fragile tent. We are a family of 7, and my mother, father, and my little sister Mira were injured when our house was bombed.

My mother and Mira are in urgent need of medical treatment, but we have nothing to pay for their care, not even food to survive.

My mother and my sister were injured during the war. I am terrified of losing them… please, don’t leave me without my mother and sister. They need urgent help to survive.

They desperately need medicine and medical treatment, as shown in the videos. Every moment without help is a struggle for their lives.

Please, I beg you… save them, help us, and give them a chance to live. 🙏💔

I have started school, but I could not register because I cannot afford the fees.

Please, I beg you to help us. Donate to save my mother and my innocent little sister before it’s too late. Every contribution can save a life and bring hope to a family in desperate need.

Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing.

People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.

Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped.

The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended.

And our suffering definitely didn’t.

Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.

Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.

Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.

We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.

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I am Esraa , a mother of three children ...

From a mother to all the free world, please do not stop posting Here in northern Gaza we suffer from all the harsh conditions of life.

We suffer from destruction and displacement.

We suffer from poverty.

We suffer from hunger and thirst.

We are tired of cooking over fire.

Our chests are tired of the smoke.

Do not get tired of us, the tragedy that we live through daily is capable of breaking the back of any one of you.

We are living harsher than what you see. Please do not hesitate to donate 10 euros to my family, which will be enough to buy diapers for my children due to the ridiculous prices we live in due to the scarcity of goods in the north.

My children miss vegetables, fruits and meat I swear to you that my little child does not know the taste of fruits or vegetables. The war came and he was an infant ... 🥹💔💔

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My family has no longer received donations for several days. Please do not stop supporting us, as this helps us survive.💔😞💔

My daughters spend their days standing in long lines for water and bread instead of living their childhood 🥺 My husband was also injured while trying to bring food for us during the famine.

I created this fundraiser with a broken heart, only hoping to protect my daughters and give them a chance to live with dignity, safety, and hope again 🙏

Any donation, no matter how small, can help us survive. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story may help us reach someone who can, but please try to support us with a donation because my campaign is still new and my little girls desperately need your help 🌿

Like, I don't know what role could Mascara Macabra and V.I.R.U.S. play in the story, but they're fun characters and I just want to see them again🥺.

Oh, and I absolutly refuse to think that Mascara was killed, no, he's still alive even if Flug experiments on him. I like him too much for him to immediately die, god dammit!