The war may have stopped, but the war inside me hasn’t ended.💔💔🫂😢

🔴Every day is a new battle with fear, cold, hunger, and the worry for my baby.

🔴Winter is coming, and the nights have grown cold — my little baby trembles in my arms.

🔴How will we live without work?

🔴How long will we remain displaced?

🔴 When will we return to life before October 7, 2023?

🔴My baby is only 12 days old.

He needs baby formula, diapers, and nutritional supplements every day — but we have nothing.

Even warmth has become a distant dream.

I am responsible for a family of 10 people, and I don’t know how I will feed them tomorrow.

All I want is to raise my baby safely and find a place that protects us from the cold and the winter.

Please help me — this campaign is our only hope.

It keeps us alive and saves us from hunger and death.

🟢Support us, share our voice, and save an innocent child.

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Today I am almost sixteen, after living through two years that felt like a hundred filled with pain, displacement, and loss.

Two years of war that devoured our dreams and childhood, stealing our sense of safety, our education, our very lives.

I used to be a top student, full of big hopes for my future.

But I’ve lost two whole years of learning, two years of my life, my future, my self.

This cursed war destroyed everything around us.

It changed our faces and left our bodies frail from hunger and deprivation.

It denied us food and water, medicine and rest, everything that makes life bearable.

It erased all our beautiful memories, stole our laughter and peace, and left us wearing the faces of survivors.

My family and I have lived between bombings and ruins, hunger and fear.

We moved from place to place searching for shelter, sometimes sleeping under the open sky,

sometimes in places unfit for life, between the freezing cold and the burning sun.

I’ve seen the fear in my sister’s and brother’s eyes, and in the faces of the few friends who remain.

I’ve seen my father, sick and jobless, helpless to provide us with food.

And I’ve seen my mother try to stay strong while everything around us collapses.

Two years of impossible survival. Two years of waiting for a ceasefire that never came.

And today, after the announcement of a new ceasefire agreement, we feel both hope and fear.

We pray that this time it will hold, that this time it will be real.

Hope that this nightmare will finally end, and fear that we will be let down once again,

as we have every time peace seemed near and this cursed war continued.

Please, don’t leave us alone.

Help us. Share our voices. Support us in any way you can.

Gaza today is not a place for the living. It’s a witness to the world’s silence.

My name is Ahmad, from Gaza.

I once dreamed of becoming something great.

But now I only dream of a day without bombing, and a morning that feels like the ones we used to know before the war.

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📌 Main Tumblr: @ahmadwaleed55

day 3: injury! (cred to almostdailysam on insta for the prompts)

"Yeah so you get about a dozen romance options among the characters!"

"Yeah so you get about a dozen romance options among the characters!"

I was there with my mother, my sister, and my three younger brothers.

When the missile hit, everything turned to smoke, blood, and silence.

My mother and sister were killed instantly.

My brothers and I were pulled from the rubble, injured — but alive.

Moments later, my father arrived at the hospital.

He didn’t know if any of us had survived. He ran through the halls, searching.

Al Jazeera Mubasher filmed that exact moment — the moment he found us.

This video isn’t easy to watch. But it’s the truth.

It’s the moment my father found his sons alive…

and learned that his wife and daughter were gone.

source:

https://www.instagram.com/share/_qqk5pMrz

I’m sharing this not to cause pain, but because I want people to understand what we’ve lived through.

This isn’t just a story. It’s our life.

It’s the moment that changed everything.

I’m still here. I’m trying to raise my brothers now.

We are trying to rebuild something from what was taken.

If you can help — even with a share — thank you

I was there with my mother, my sister, and my three younger brothers.

When the missile hit, everything turned to smoke, blood, and silence.

My mother and sister were killed instantly.

My brothers and I were pulled from the rubble, injured — but alive.

Moments later, my father arrived at the hospital.

He didn’t know if any of us had survived. He ran through the halls, searching.

Al Jazeera Mubasher filmed that exact moment — the moment he found us.

This video isn’t easy to watch. But it’s the truth.

It’s the moment my father found his sons alive…

and learned that his wife and daughter were gone.

source:

https://www.instagram.com/share/_qqk5pMrz

I’m sharing this not to cause pain, but because I want people to understand what we’ve lived through.

This isn’t just a story. It’s our life.

It’s the moment that changed everything.

I’m still here. I’m trying to raise my brothers now.

We are trying to rebuild something from what was taken.

If you can help — even with a share — thank you

Today of Jun and the starvation is increasing day by day 💔💔💔😢😢😢😢

Please read this till the end 💔🙏🙏🙏

I am Khaled Aldahdouh and I need your help to get a bag of flour for my family to feed them some bread and to know more about us, there is nothing to eat but bread so please do your best to give me some money to buy a bag of flour for these children and family💔💔💔💔

My family always asks me, "When will we eat like other children💔💔💔😢 and people?" And there is no answer to this question.‼️

Please share this as much as you can 🙏🙏🙏🙏😢😢😢😢😢