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I never thought I would write such words, but war makes it impossible to remain silent in pain.

I lived with my children in a small, modest house, but one filled with warmth and love. We dreamed of the simplest things—to eat together, to go to school, to live in peace. We tried to cope with the siege, the power cuts, and the water shortages, but we always thanked God.

Then came the last war, and it took everything from us.

*In a single moment, the house collapsed on us.* I ran with my children, not knowing where to go. The sound of rockets, the screams of neighbors, the dust and smoke… everything was terrifying. We miraculously survived, but we lost everything. No clothes, no food, no toys, no safety.

We fled south on foot, searching for a tent to shelter us. We arrived exhausted, hungry, and terrified. Since then, we have been living in a tattered tent, amidst the cold, hunger, and fear.

My youngest son is sick from the cold and malnutrition, and I can't afford his medicine.

My eldest daughter asks me, "Mommy, will we ever go back home? Will I ever be able to go to school again?" And I have no answer.

I try to be strong for them, to smile at them despite the pain, to hide my tears every night, but I break down every time I see them sleeping hungry and without blankets.

I'm not asking for much.

I implore you, as a mother, as a human being, to look at my children as you would your own. Any donation, no matter how small, can make a difference in our lives. It can feed my children, or buy them blankets or medicine.

I have launched a fundraising campaign so that I can support my children and get back on my feet.

Even if you can't donate, please share my story. Perhaps it will reach a kind heart that will help us.

From my heart to yours,

*I pray for your peace, and I pray that God will save my children.*

My campaign has been verified, and my number is #450 on GazaVetters! Our situation is very difficult — I am the oldest among my siblings, our home was bombed, and life has become extremely hard. Gaza is still suffering, and children have no shelter or enough food. 💔💔

I’m sorry if I bothered you earlier, but I kindly ask you to donate if you can, even a small amount — $30 is enough for a full day’s meal. If you cannot donate, please share my campaign so our voices reach as many people as possible. Every bit of support is a new ray of hope 💔🌸

But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

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To donate or contact: [Insert your donation link or contact info here

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

Donation Link

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #442 )✅️

"I am Khawla from Gaza, 34 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to support her family of 5: Me, my husband, and my three children: Muhammad, who is 5 years old; Sham, who is 3 years old; and Ghazal, who is nearly a year and a half old. In our terrible conditions, My son Muhammad contracted hepatitis from drinking contaminated water, and both he and Sham are deprived of their right to register in kindergarten, daycare, or other educational institutions. Additionally, due to the circumstances and lack of income, necessary benefits like milk are not provided to baby Ghazal.🫂💙🥺

With that, my husband's livelihood ha been completely destroyed since we are no longer entitled to work; and we expect to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza; with no food, no medicine, no clean drinking water; with oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily traumas caused by everything around us and inability to care for loved ones. the fear of danger, disease and death never leaves us🍉🫶

Now, I find myself in this difficult situation, and humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my children, by getting us out of Gaza or helping us have money for medication or other necessities we may have access to. Asking for help is not easy, but we were left with no choice because we want to survive and we strive to rebuild our broken lives. We are very grateful for any help you can provide, no matter how small, as your help will contribute greatly to alleviating our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends."🍉🍉💙🇵🇸🇵🇸

Donation link⬇️⬇️

paypal.me/KhawlaFunds

My friend, children are a very important responsibility. Meeting their needs, such as milk, diapers, medicines and vitamins, are not available and expensive, in addition to the suffering of going to the bath, showering and having to cook on fire. There is suffering in everything

Please help me, my children are in dire need of your donation. Our children are very young children who need milk, diapers, food and drink.

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My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

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📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻

Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.

Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺

We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔

The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.

Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.

This is our donation link.

Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔

We are a group of LGBTQ+ refugees living in Gorom Refugee Camp in South Sudan. Because of homophobia, violence, and discrimination, we are not safe in the main shelters.

🏳️‍🌈 Many of us have been forced to sleep outside — under trees, on bare ground, with no protection from rain, sun, or insects.

🛑 We are not safe at night. We are exposed to:

Physical attacks

Sexual violence

Insect-borne diseases

Harsh weather

Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

On August 10, 2025, my father was martyred 🕊️, leaving behind an unhealed wound. He left me, my young siblings 👧🧒, and my mother 🤱 alone, without a breadwinner or a warm embrace to protect us. 💔

Displacement continues, and living in tents ⛺ is nothing but unbearable humiliation and degradation, with cold 🥶, hunger 🍞, and a lack of the most basic necessities of life.

Today, I live with my siblings and mother under bombardment 💣, amidst displacement and deprivation. Despite all this pain, I still try to shout out to the world 🌍: Help us survive.

I, Tasneem 🙋‍♀️, ask every person with a compassionate heart ❤️ to stand by us. Your donation is not just money 💵; it is a life saved 🙏, a childhood protected 🧸, and a mother reassured 🤍 that her children will not go to bed hungry 😔.

Please... extend a helping hand 🤲 and support my family in the face of this war of extermination. Any donation, any help, or even sharing my story 📢 can make a difference. Speak up, let the world hear us. ✊🌎

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my verified number on the list is ( #683 )

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