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Every passing day affects her life. Please, don’t stay silent — do something.

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Our home has become just a tent, food is scarce, and their right to education has become a distant dream. DONATE NOW

I smile at them to hide my fear, but my heart shatters seeing them like this.

Today, their lives and future are in your hands. Your donations provide them with warmth, food, and safety, and help give them a chance at life and education amid these harsh conditions.

Donate now, no matter how small… every second of delay increases their suffering.

We have collected $15,337 raised of $20,000 !🇵🇸

🇵🇸 save family lost their home ,dreams and everything in Gaza 🇵🇸

This is my home before the war and after the war how it became💔💔💔

Before: After:

We have been through many wars before, but this war was not like the ones before it. Our lives were turned upside down. We became displaced from one place to another. We are the Anas family, residents of northern Gaza, specifically in the Shujaiya area. In the first week of the war, we fled our home because everyone considered our home to be in a dangerous area. We moved to the Rimal area, specifically in the middle of Gaza. There, we received the news that our home, which contained all our beautiful memories, was bombed. Suddenly, it was gone!!! Just thinking that your home, which you worked hard on and built from scratch and took a lot of your life, was gone in less than a second ! After a while, we left the sands to the Al-Zawaida area because of the heavy shelling. We stayed there for about two weeks, and then the terrorist army asked us to go to Rafah. We actually fled for the fourth time to Rafah and stayed there for two months, some of the most difficult days of our lives, as there was no way or means to live a normal life. 😔😔 After that, because of the invasion of Rafah, we moved to Deir al-Balah. Now, we are in very difficult and oppressive circumstances.

We are asking you with all shame to support and stand by us in these difficult circumstances that everyone knows because we lost our home, our work and any stable source of income. Thank you all.

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Even $5 will make a big difference and save us!

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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.

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 10$, 25$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 19% of our goal (€3,715/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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My name is Walaa from Gaza. I have been suffering from diabetes for 8 years and I need insulin. Here is my appeal to Al Jazeera.🇵🇸✌️

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Walaa is a type 1 diabetic who desperately needs her insulin to survive. Please consider donating anything you can to help Walaa, and if you absolutely cannot, then please share this post.

$13,882 CAD raised of $50K goal! Last donation was a week ago!

Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist /a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork.

I want to say thank you a lot. Your donations helped me improve our displacement conditions. But my family still needs your contributions to keep going We rely on you, you are our hope for survival.

🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291

This is a video of me playing my favorite game "Call of Duty Warzone"

My name is Sohail. Since childhood, I’ve suffered from short feet and foot curvature since birth, but that never stopped me from striving for a normal life and beautiful dreams. 😊 I was deeply passionate about video games, creating my own world amidst challenges. 🎮 I owned a high-spec PC and an MSI gaming laptop, living with my family in our warm home, which embraced our dreams and simple lives. 🏠

But everything changed after October 7th... 💔

Our lives were shattered under the rubble of war. 😔 Our home, which had witnessed our most beautiful memories, was destroyed, and with it, my dreams and my computer — my window into the gaming world. 😢 I managed to grab my laptop as I fled with my family before the house was demolished. 💻 I wished to return safely to our home, but sadly... everything was gone. 🏠

We were displaced more than five times in search of safety, and each time, we left a part of our lives behind. 😓 Today, we are living in an UNRWA school after our most recent displacement, trying to find a glimmer of hope amidst the devastation. 🏫 I now volunteer as a data entry worker at the school, despite all the hardships and pain we carry. 💪

Today, my family and I are resisting pain and destruction, trying to endure despite losing everything. 🥺 I write these words with a heavy heart filled with sorrow and hope — hoping someone will hear our voices and help us rebuild what was destroyed and draw a new life for my family. 🌟 We deserve another chance at life. 🙏

Help us stand again, for destruction has not killed our dreams... but it has weakened our strength.🌱

My brother Tareq's blog: @tareqayad1

My brother Mohammad's blog : @mohammadayyad1

My brother Yehya's blog : @yehyaayya

Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #160 )

Vetted by ButterflyEffect Project 🦋, my number verified on the list is ( #599 )

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My name is Hamdi, a blood cancer patient. I need chemotherapy, medications, and painkillers. I need your support and donations on this link to save me from death and get me out of Gaza for treatment.

Here is a picture of me and my grandchildren, Mira and Hamed, in very tragic conditions. I ask you to donate and save me and my poor family. You are our only hope in these difficult circumstances.

I thank you for your support and generosity and I look forward to your donations, even if they are small, as they make a big difference in our lives and give us hope.

As you can probably guess, this is a very dangerous condition to have already, but being confined to a tent with zero access to medicine and clean water can cause these symptoms to become even worse

His son Mahmoud helps care for him, who is also caring for his two children, Mira and Hamed:

He has just started his campaign, so currently there are no donations.

Please consider helping Hamdi out, by donating and sharing this post anywhere you can.