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The priest stares at him and says, "Good God man, have some decency. This is your mother's funeral!"

Here in Gaza, we no longer have the simple things that appear in your daily posts.

Things we once lived… things that were taken from us completely.

I’m not asking you to stop living your life.

I’m only asking you to be more aware.

Some things that get posted hurt us—even if you don’t mean to.

We are starving while the internet is full of food pictures.

We are displaced while photos of travel, hotels, and beautiful places keep showing up.

We are trying so hard to stay standing… and every image reminds us of what we lost.

I’m begging you… please understand.

What we’re going through is not simple.

We are losing our homes, our memories, our lives.

We are just trying to hold on to any small bit of hope… just like anyone else.

If you can help us—in any way—by sharing our voices, by supporting us, by donating…

you are giving us a chance to live.

The bombing hasn’t stopped, and the fear hasn’t gone away.

Life has become almost impossible.

For my daughters… please share our pain. Help us give them a chance to live.

Your donation could save a family, restore a home, and give my girls a new chance at life.

My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.

Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.

Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.

I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.

Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.

📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.