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A few days ago, I lost a large amount of blood due to a sudden and severe hemorrhage, and I fainted without feeling it. I was transferred to the hospital, and I did not wake up until the doctors had stopped the bleeding and provided me with blood units and the necessary treatment.

I spent a full week in the hospital receiving treatment under intensive medical care, after my condition and my fetus’s condition were extremely critical. 💔😥

I was discharged from the hospital, but I am barely able to move. I need someone to support me so I can walk. 😢

My fetus, now in the seventh month, is still in a difficult condition. The doctors did everything they could to save him; they gave me injections to stabilize the pregnancy and others to complete the lung development, in addition to many other medications.

All that has happened to me is a result of the harsh conditions we are living in Gaza. 💔😓

Exorbitant prices for providing food and water, and difficulty in obtaining medications and nutritional supplements, and the life of tents that no human can endure, especially with the bitter cold and the continuous rain.

Please… I need medical care, medications, and special nutrition, so that survival may be written for me and my fetus. and this cannot happen without you extending your hands to save us once again. 🙏🥹

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This video shows ongoing, systematic demolitions in Gaza.

Homes are being destroyed, neighborhoods cleared, and entire areas wiped out even now, while a ceasefire is supposedly in place.

People are watching their houses disappear piece by piece.

Not during fighting.

Not in the middle of airstrikes.

But after everything, when they were told it was safe to breathe again.

The destruction didn’t stop.

It just became quieter.

These images show displacement tents set up right next to a heavily damaged building.

The building was hit before and is leaning, at risk of collapsing at any moment.

Families are living in these tents because they have no other place to go.

There are no safe areas left, no intact homes, no shelters to move to.

Leaving this spot doesn’t mean safety it just means being displaced again.

So people stay.

Not because they feel protected,but because this is the last option they have They sleep knowing the building beside them could fall.

They wake up hoping it doesn’t.

This is not temporary living This is forced survival.

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This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I'm distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I'm terrified of losing.

They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.

What you’re about to read isn’t a story it’s what remains after a home, a street, and a future are taken away !!

Sorry for the mentions @ ,this isn’t spam, sharing this so it can reach more people🥺💔💔💔

Hello everyone 🙏

We are Anas’s family, and this is our story from Gaza.

I never imagined I would be writing something like this, or sharing pieces of our life this way, but here we are. As you can see in the photos and videos I’m sharing, everything around us has changed. The place we once called home no longer exists. We lost our house, our land, and the life we spent years building, piece by piece, with memories that can never be replaced.

Today, we live in a tent. This thin fabric is all that separates us from the cold nights, the heat during the day, and the constant fear that never really leaves. Privacy is gone, comfort is gone, and safety feels like a distant memory. Every morning starts with the same question: how will we get through today?

Simple things that once felt normal are now daily struggles. Cooking means lighting firewood, breathing in smoke, and hoping we can find enough food to last. There is no electricity, no gas, no certainty. Just survival, one meal at a time.

Inside the tent, everything is cramped. This is where we sleep, rest, and try to feel human again. There is no silence here, only the sounds of drones, explosions, and the weight of uncertainty. Nights are the hardest. Fear gets louder when the world goes quiet.

The war did not stop. It is still happening, every single day. The sky fills with smoke, the ground shakes, and we are reminded again and again that nothing here is stable. Each explosion feels closer than the last, and every moment carries the possibility of losing even more.

This video shows our street. Every house you see destroyed once held families, stories, laughter, and dreams. This is where we grew up, where we knew every corner and every neighbor. Now it’s all rubble. Walking through it feels unreal, like moving through a memory that’s been violently erased.

If you’re able to help, you can donate through this link 👇👇

Asking for help is not easy. It’s humbling and painful. But the truth is, we cannot do this alone. We are trying to survive with dignity in conditions no one should ever have to endure.

If you are able, please consider donating through the link at the end of this post. We are close to reaching our second goal, and every contribution truly makes a difference.

If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as important. It helps our voices reach beyond Gaza, beyond the silence.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Thank you for caring.