My little nephew is dying; I feel like he's taking his last breaths. I will never forgive anyone who ignores this.

Please, we urgently need €850 for emergency surgery for my nephew. His health has deteriorated significantly; he is now in a coma and unconscious, suffering greatly. Time is running out, and every moment is crucial for him.

Guys, someone donated 10 euros, but we still need 840 euros for my nephew's urgent surgery. Please don't let me lose hope. I'm counting on you. Save us! Save my nephew before he dies! Please donate! Donate! Donate! Don't ignore me! I'm begging you! Donate, donate! 💔😭

I swear I didn't want to write these words out of shame and embarrassment, but what happened to us in the Gaza Strip—the destruction, the genocide, the starvation of the people—is beyond imagination. My older brother, who was our provider, was killed by a treacherous bullet to the head. He was our only support, the one who provided us with food, and now we go to bed hungry, ravaged by the hunger that has consumed our bodies.

A few months later, my mother died from cancer that ravaged her body. We couldn't find her any treatment, medicine, food, or clean water until she passed away from the intense pain and hunger.

I'm experiencing severe shortness of breath right now, I can't breathe. Please help me get the medication. Please donate, donate! We still need $440. Donate, donate! 😭😭💔

Why are you letting us down? Are we just numbers in a death register? Every night is harder than the last. Please donate, we only need $435. Please don't let us down, donate! 😭😭💔