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How many people, in their last moments, knew it wouldn’t work… knew there was no real chance…

and still tried to help someone else anyway?

Not because it would save them.

Not because anyone would remember.

But because, in that moment, helping someone else felt like the only thing that still mattered.

We like to believe the world is cold. And sometimes it is. But then there are these moments… quiet, unseen…

where someone chooses kindness even when it changes nothing. Or maybe it changes everything. Maybe being human isn’t about winning or surviving. Maybe it’s about trying… even when it feels pointless.

3% of the way funded so far €488 / €22K Only 26 donations! 2:43PM EST on May 3rd

Its walls are worn out, and the cold seeps through every night as if we have no shelter at all.

Rodents are everywhere, getting close to our little food and frightening my children in their sleep.

I try to stay strong for them, but fear and exhaustion weigh heavily on my heart each day.

We are in desperate need of help… any kind hand that can restore a sense of safety and give my children a chance to live with dignity.

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People are still dying.

Hunger is still there.

Medicine is still almost impossible to find.

We are trying to survive day by day in conditions that are not meant for any human being. Everything is scarce. Everything is expensive. Even the simplest needs have become a daily struggle.

My father is very sick and urgently needs treatment, but in these conditions, getting the care he needs feels almost impossible.

And while all of this continues, we are still here… trying, holding on, and asking for help.

We urgently need your humanity and support.

Please donate, Please share.

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We are going through very hard conditions and urgently need your help.

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They refuse to eat and cry nonstop while I stand helpless watching them suffer. My heart is breaking. We urgently need medicine for the pain and infection plus a doctor visit. Thanks to your kindness we have raised $888 so far but we still desperately need $1,992 to complete the treatment.

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Please don't scroll past my children's cries. My heart can't take it anymore.

A small donation or even a share could save him. 🙏

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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 !!

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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.