for a purpose

Please, my friends, share our post and donate to us as much as you can. We have no one but you.

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He was born during the war.

Since his first day, all he has known is bombing, hunger, and fear.

He has never tasted fruit.

He has never had candy.

We could not even provide him with baby formula.

Clothes are scarce.

I dress him in his older brother Adam’s shirt, which hangs like a long dress.

Diapers are missing.

Sometimes he goes to sleep hungry.

Yet Amir smiles.

He reaches out his tiny hand to me, as if saying: "I’m okay, Dad."

But the truth is that his childhood is being stolen, day by day.

Amir is not alone.

Today, I and all the people of Gaza are sad. Who will tell you about our situation now? And who will convey our cry to you? You have always supported us and donated to us because you knew from Anas and his colleagues how difficult and tragic the situation in Gaza is. Today Anas has died, but the situation is still tragic. Anas has died, but we are still suffering and need your support.

Will you leave us to an unknown fate now, or will you donate? For the sake of our children… so that we do not die of hunger… dying under bombing is easier than dying of hunger… support us and our children so that we do not go hungry, and please donate to us.💔

"JUST IN: 🇺🇳🇵🇸 Famine officially declared in Gaza by United Nations-backed IPC."

This announcement comes late… They had no idea how much we suffered, how hungry my four children were, how they cried out just for a piece of bread.

Have they no conscience that my infant Amir was denied baby formula and had to search only for a piece of bread…

How many nights did they sleep with tears from hunger, and how many times did we lie to them to ease the pain, telling them: “Drink water, it will ease your hunger…”

Do the complacent and Israel supporters not know how desperately we called for help, hoping our children wouldn’t die from hunger or suffer malnutrition? If it weren’t for the brave and generous people who helped us, responding to their humanity, my children would not have survived the hunger and starvation in Gaza.

Does the world not feel any responsibility leaving children to starve on the same planet where people feed their own children? Do they not remember that while feeding their children, others have died of hunger because the world ignored what was happening to us?

If you hadn’t moved, if no one had responded to your humanity, we would have lost them all. This is not just words—this is our real life, the cries of our children from hunger and pain.

🚨Important Clarification

Some followers here on Tumblr requested that I share pictures of my children to verify the authenticity of what I’m sharing. Despite my efforts to protect their privacy all this time, I had to share photos documenting their suffering due to the urgent need, especially to buy the nutritional supplements that are saving their lives from malnutrition.

I remind you that my campaign was previously documented in a file compiled by brother Hussein. However, after my campaign was closed on GoFundMe without any reason and my Tumblr account was blocked, I have been unable to contact him to update my information.

I kindly ask anyone who knows Hussein or or can reach him to help me deliver this request.

Where was humanity?

Where were the governments and organizations? Where are you? You who watch and grieve for a few minutes, then pass the image along like an advertisement. You who have food, medicine, and even the internet to cry out... but you remain silent.

Why are my children in Gaza dying of starvation? Not because the world is powerless, but because it chose not to see.

What is happening is an indictment of a world that has made humanity a choice, not an innate quality. An indictment of everyone who remained silent, everyone who saw and remained silent, everyone who liked the image without moving.

We don't need images that shake us... we need hearts that don't remain silent. Please share our post, my friends, maybe you can change this bitter reality and donate to us what you can. Your donation will save us from the famine that is ravaging the bodies of my young children who are now suffering from malnutrition. Believe me, I am writing to you now with a trembling heart, eyes filled with tears, and a wish that my children will survive this deadly famine. I am completely helpless and you are the ones who can save us. Thank you all and I am very sorry for bothering you.

Your friend,

Hossam Al-Qazzaz

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I am very very frustrated and I do not know what to do. I feel like I will faint. My family needs donations that will not be transferred to us. Please, my friends, stand with us in this ordeal and donate to us at the account CHUFFED Share our post so it reaches everyone

So far, no trucks have entered.

And even if they did, Gaza needs 500 trucks a day for at least two months to begin to recover from the famine!

❌ The famine is not over

❌ The situation cannot tolerate silence

❌ Don't swallow the bait and remain silent

✋ Don't stop posting

✋ Don't stop talking about Gaza

✋ Don't remain silent about the hunger of people and the death of children!

Please don't abandon us, share our post, and donate if you can.

I am Haifa from Gaza

Palestine, a mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food.

We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent, and my children are shivering from the cold.

My son Yousef, 9 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely

Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please, your donation and help will mean a lot. We have tragedies that need you. Don't ignore me.

A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.

My children need all of you. Please help me buy food and medicine for them. 🥺💔🙏🏻🙏🏻

Please, Samir's condition is serious. He is in a coma. I beg you. We do not want to delay travel due to slow donations. If everyone contributes $100 or $50, it will help us with urgent treatment. I hope the owners of the big pages will appeal and not stop. We are a broken and desperate family. I do not know what to do with my children who are sleeping in the street, hungry, and with Samir, who is injured and in a serious condition. Please share as much as you can, donate and save my son who is fighting to live life. 🙏🙏🙏🥺

build our lost home🏡

Aboud’s family is from Gaza. They lived a peaceful, simple life, filled with love, hope, and stability in their beautiful home. But the war left them with nothing but pain and loss. In one night, they lost their home, 🏡💣 their safe haven, and became homeless. Their only source of income disappeared, and their children were deprived of education and their most basic rights. The family was scattered in an attempt to survive and was displaced five times. ⛺️🇵🇸

Aboud's family consists of seven members. Aboud has Down syndrome and requires healthcare and treatment abroad, along with basic necessities for his family. 🥖

Today, the family lives in harsh conditions, struggling to secure their basic needs 😥. The children, who once dreamed of a bright future, now live in constant fear of the unknown. Despite all of this, the family has not lost hope, believing that goodness still exists in people's hearts. 💖🌹🍉

They desperately need your support to help Aboud receive treatment💊, rebuild his life, secure a safe 🏡 , and return their children to ‏school 🏫 . Every donation, no matter how small, can be a ray of hope that brightens their dark path. 🕊️❤️

Thanks to your generous hearts, Aboud’s family can restore hope and rebuild their lives. ‏🇵🇸🍉🌿🇵🇸

Thank you for your generosity and support. We are grateful for every contribution you make.🥹

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Tired? That word doesn’t even come close. I’m shattered, broken, grieving for every ounce of safety we lost — for every child I held as they screamed in terror, for every night I stayed awake, arms wrapped around my kids, not knowing where the next strike would fall. I can’t explain to my son why there’s no bread, why the water is gone, why he keeps asking, “Why are we here? Why can’t we leave?” I’m not asking for pity. I’m screaming — because silence has become betrayal.

All I want is one moment — just one — where I can feel like a father again. Not a fighter. Not a refugee. Not the survivor of another massacre. I’m Mohamed, from Gaza. I carry all its pain in my chest. And I’m still standing — but don’t ask me how.

This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.

Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.

We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.

If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.

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With love and resilience

This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.

Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.

We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.

If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.

Visit my post

Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙏 And if you'd rather not receive messages like this, please just let me know and I won’t reach out again.

With love and resilience