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The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,

I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .

I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.

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 ❤️.

The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,

I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .

I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.

Pay attention here, a life is at stake, please give it hope 💔🥹🙏

A year ago, we had a beautiful baby boy, named Adam, whom we lost to poisoning that afflicted my wife because of the war.

I work as a journalist from the city of victims, Gaza

Now I need to raise the money for a tent to shelter my family from the extreme heat, the Khamsin winds, and the weather fluctuations. Insects fill the place, causing some of my family members to get scabies.

I hope I can help my family get something simple as soon as possible.

I want to raise $354 !

I am now the sad story; I need you.

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Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life. We had a beautiful home filled with laughter, family gatherings, and precious memories. My husband worked hard to build a small company that provided for us, and we dreamed of a bright future for our children. My eldest son had just begun a new job and was excited to start his life, while my second son proudly worked alongside his father.

Then the war took everything.

Our home was reduced to rubble. The company that my husband spent years building disappeared overnight. The life we had worked so hard for was gone in a moment.

But the greatest loss was my son.

My eldest son was killed while trying to bring food to our family. He left home hoping to help his hungry brothers and sisters and never came back. No mother should have to bury her child, especially a child whose last act was trying to feed his family.

As if that pain was not enough, my other son was severely injured and now desperately needs medical treatment that we cannot afford.

We spent every penny we had trying to survive. Today, we have no savings left, no home to return to, and no way to provide the basic necessities my children need. Every day is a struggle to find food, medicine, and shelter. As a mother, it breaks my heart to watch my children suffer and to feel powerless to help them.

That is why I started this campaign.

I am not asking for luxury or comfort. I am simply asking for a chance to keep my children alive, to provide food for their empty stomachs, medicine for my injured son, and hope for their future. My youngest daughter deserves the opportunity to grow up in safety and dignity, not surrounded by loss and hardship.

Our campaign is moving very slowly, and we are running out of options. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference for my family. If you are unable to donate, please share our story. Your kindness may reach someone who can help.

Enas is not just a sad story, but a powerful example of a mother who is broken inside yet still standing for the sake of her children. May God have mercy on her husband, protect her children, heal her heart, and send her the help and relief she desperately needs.

Please consider donating to support her during this painful time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of this mother and her orphaned children.

To donate, click here 👇

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 ❤️.

Hello, I'm Lama... My husband, Mohammed, is 30 years old. I want to ask for your help for my husband. Please support him and share his story so that it reaches everyone.🙏

My husband, Mohammed, has suffered from numerous health problems for 12 years, 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 husband, donate to him, and share his story so he can recover and get the medicine.

Every donation, no matter how small—10, 25, 50, 100$...—will contribute to improving his health.

My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.

Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺

We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔

The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.

Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.

This is our donation link.

Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔

My child and I will never forgive anyone who ignores this. ✋😥

I am a pregnant mother, and I am going through very difficult days.... 💔

For several days now, I have not received any donations, and I am struggling to provide even the most basic necessities for myself and my child. Every day, I worry about how I will find food, water, and the things we need to survive...💔💔💔😭

My heart is full of fear—not only for myself, but for my child. I dream of giving my baby a safe and dignified life, but right now I feel helpless and overwhelmed💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭

If you are able to help, no matter how small the donation may seem, it would mean the world to us. And if you cannot donate, please consider sharing my story with others.......🍉

Please do not leave a pregnant mother and her child to face this hardship alone. Thank you for your kindness and support..✨ 🤍

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My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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Our home was destroyed in the war, and we are now forced to live in a tent that does not belong to us and offers no protection from the heat, cold, or danger. 🏚️🔥❄️ Every day feels like a struggle to survive. 😔💔

I am injured in my back, which has left me unable to work or provide for my family. 🤕💔 The pain is constant, and the responsibility of caring for my children while being unable to earn an income weighs heavily on me. 🥀

My eldest daughter is suffering from a lung injury. 🫁💔 She struggles to breathe 😮‍💨 and needs medical treatment and surgical operations from time to time. 🏥💉 She also needs surgery whenever her breathing becomes difficult in order to stabilize her condition. 😔🩺💔

My wife also carries her own pain—she has an injury in her hand 🤕🖐️ and can no longer move it at all. She needs care and support, but there is very little I can do for her in our current situation. 💔

My other children have lost their sense of stability. 🧒👧💔 They have no safe home 🏚️, no proper support, and no ability to attend school 📚🚫 because of our extremely difficult financial situation. 😔💔

As a father, it breaks my heart every day 💔😢 to see my children deprived of safety, education, and dignity. 🕊️

I am asking for your kindness and support so that I can provide medical treatment for my daughter 🏥💉, care for my wife 🤲💔, and basic needs for my children—food 🍞, shelter 🏚️, and a chance at a slightly better life 🌿✨.

Please help us change our lives for the better. 🙏💔🌧️

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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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Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. 🏡❤️

Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.

Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥

Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺

The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. 🥶👶💔

As a father, this is the deepest pain—to see your children suffer and feel helpless.

Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I can… but it is not enough. 😔

I need your help.

I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔

Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heart—please give us another chance. 🤝

Your help can save my children. 🙏

Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children

🍼 Milk for my baby daughter

💊 Medicine when we are sick

🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights

Please, my friends… do not turn away.

If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢

From a father who is trying not to lose everything

Thank you for standing with us. ❤️