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My name is Jaafar, I’m 24 years old and I live in Gaza City 🍉🇵🇸. I was shocked to find all my Tumblr accounts deleted and my main fundraiser post removed after it had gained many shares 😓. Now, I’ve decided to create new accounts and write this post with deep sorrow and heartbreak to start over again 😭💔.

Please, just as you supported me on my old accounts, support my new one and share my campaign post so it can reach as many people as possible 🙏🥺.

The situation here in Gaza is extremely bad. We’re facing insane bombing, starvation, and skyrocketing food prices—ten times the normal cost *if food is even available*.

In addition, there is constant killing, and our area is classified as a dangerous combat zone that must be evacuated! 😓

It’s a disaster, and any help from you could help us stay safe for just a few more days. Please, donate to my campaign even if it’s a small amount 😭🙏—your donation will mean the world to us 💔🫶.

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

My name is Fatima, a 21-year-old woman🤰.Just one month before the war, I was engaged, dreaming of a warm home and a small family.But the war tore us apart—my fiancé and I were separated between northern and southern Gaza, with no way to communicate💔.

Despite the pain, we held on to hope. Months later, I left my family and joined him.We got married, believing it was the start of a new life.But the bombing returned, and we were displaced again… Now we live in a fragile tent in western Gaza, awaiting the birth of our first child amid conditions unfit for life🥹😭.

I’m pregnant🤰, and my due date is near🥹. I have none of the essentials I need as a mother or even as a human being🙏.We lack everything: medical care, food, clean water, and basic supplies for childbirth and the baby🥲.

I’m not asking for the impossible—just enough to protect my life and my baby’s

Your donation is our only hope🥹😢.

My campaign is new and has not received much support. Please support me and my family.

https://chuffed.org/project/helpfatema