I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢

I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂

Here is the donation link ⬇️**

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

My name is Tasneem, from Gaza. 🕊️

My father was martyred in the war 💔, and since then life has become much heavier… Despite everything, I worked hard and graduated high school with a 93% average 🎓, still holding on to my dream of continuing my education.

I was able to enroll at the University College of Applied Sciences and complete my first semester, but I couldn’t continue due to accumulated fees I cannot afford.

We are a family of seven 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦. Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️, and now we live in a worn-out tent by the sea 🌊, struggling every day just to survive.

My younger brothers, Adam and Ahmed 👦👦, are orphans growing up in hardship, and my sister Arwa was unable to start high school because we cannot afford the fees 📚.

My mother is doing everything she can 🤍, but the burden has become too much.

I am asking for a chance… to continue my education, to help my sister return to school, and to give my brothers a more stable life 🌱

Any support—even if small—can truly make a difference in our lives 🙏✨

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

Before the war, we lived a simple, peaceful life in Gaza. My wife and I were raising our six children—four boys, one girl, and our baby daughter who had not yet turned one. Our home was small, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and love. 🏡❤️

Then, in a single moment, everything was gone.

Airstrikes destroyed our home. The walls that once protected my children turned into rubble. I still remember the sound… the fear in their eyes… the way they held onto me as we ran for our lives. I couldn’t take anything with me—only my family. 😢💥

Now, we live in a fragile tent in a refugee camp. ⛺

The cold does not wait. The wind enters from every side. At night, my children cannot sleep—not because of noise, but because of hunger. My baby daughter cries in my arms, and I have nothing to give her. No milk. No warmth. Only empty hands and a broken heart. 🥶👶💔

As a father, this is the deepest pain—to see your children suffer and feel helpless.

Every day is a battle. I search for food. I try to keep our tent standing. I try to protect my children from sickness, fear, and despair. I am doing everything I can… but it is not enough. 😔

I need your help.

I want to be honest with you: during my last fundraising campaign, I was scammed. At a time when we had nothing, we lost even more. It broke me—but I refused to give up on my children. ⚠️💔

Now, I have created a new campaign with the help of a trusted friend, so your support can safely reach my family. I am asking you from my heart—please give us another chance. 🤝

Your help can save my children. 🙏

Even a small donation can mean: 🍞 Food for my hungry children

🍼 Milk for my baby daughter

💊 Medicine when we are sick

🧣 Blankets to survive the cold nights

Please, my friends… do not turn away.

If you cannot donate, please share my story. Your share could reach someone who can help save my family. 📢

From a father who is trying not to lose everything

Thank you for standing with us. ❤️

My name is Donia. I am 34 years old and a mother of eight. I never imagined that one day I would have to write a message like this and ask strangers for help just to keep my children safe and fed.Before everything happened, our life was simple. We were not rich, but we had a home, safety, and hope for our children’s future. My husband worked hard every day to provide for us, and we were grateful for the small things in life.Then everything changed.My husband was injured and now has internal metal plates in the joint of his right leg. Because of his injury, he cannot work like before, and even moving is painful for him. Our situation became even harder when the war and famine began.During the worst time of the famine, I was pregnant. I still remember those days with pain in my heart. There were days when we did not even have one kilo of flour in the house. Imagine being a mother, carrying a child in your womb, while not knowing if you will be able to feed your family that day.We were displaced from our home and forced to leave everything behind. We lived through fear, hunger, and uncertainty. After some time we tried to return to our home, hoping life might become a little more stable again. But soon the area became dangerous, and we had no choice but to leave once more.Now we live in a small tent in Al-Daraj.In the middle of all this suffering, I gave birth to my baby boy, Saeed. The moment that should have been filled with joy was instead filled with worry and helplessness. When my baby was born, I did not even have clothes for him. I had to borrow tiny clothes from our neighbors so my newborn would have something to wear.As a mother, that feeling broke my heart.

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Hello my friends, I will always be grateful for your support, but Tumblr deleted my main account and I honestly do not know why.The truth is that I have no source of income and no stable way to survive. I urgently need your help.

Everything here has become extremely expensive, and the war has never truly stopped. Every moment, every day, and every night, there are more martyrs and more rising prices.

I truly need your support. Even if you cannot donate, please at least share and support my campaign. And if you are able to help, even a small donation like $15 can make a difference for me.

So any donation or contribution you make will help me buy basic living necessities and at least provide simple crochet supplies so I can continue making and selling my work to earn some money.I am only trying to provide food, water, and the most basic crochet tools — just the essential things.

Please try to support me.

And these are some of the crochet pieces I have made recently.

Please donate & share 🤍

The silence of a stalled campaign is a different kind of cold. As donations have dried up, the desperation in our tent has grown. I am writing this with a heavy heart, reaching out to anyone who can hear our plea. My family is at a breaking point, and we need your kindness now more than ever.

### Sela Cannot Wait Any Longer 😞🥺

My little sister, Sela, is only two years old. She has been fighting severe malnutrition, and though she is starting to recover, she is still so tiny and fragile.

Now, the freezing winter rains have become our greatest enemy. Our tent is badly torn, and every storm brings a flood inside. Our blankets and clothes are constantly soaked, and I watch Sela shiver uncontrollably in the bitter cold. I hold her to my chest to keep her warm, but I am terrified that the cold will take her from me before the hunger does.

Your donations go directly toward a sturdy, waterproof tent and the nutrition Sela needs to stay alive.

A Career Sold for a Crust of Bread 💻🚫

The war has stripped us of everything. I hold a Bachelor’s degree in Computer Engineering and have professional experience, but the starvation became so extreme that I was forced to sell my laptop just to feed my family. It was a devastating choice. Now, I am stuck in a cycle of survival that leaves no room for hope:

I spend my days carrying heavy water containers across ruins.

I spend my nights trying to start fires just to keep us from freezing.

I have no way to work, no way to study, and no way to pull my family out of this nightmare.

How Your Donation Changes Everything 💸🤲

I have launched a new campaign with a trusted friend after my previous one was unfortunately banned. Every dollar donated is a brick in the wall of our protection. We urgently need funds for:

Emergency Shelter & Food: To keep Sela dry, warm, and fed.

A New Laptop & Internet: To replace the one I sold so I can apply for remote software or data entry roles and provide for my family myself.

Medical Care: To ensure Sela’s recovery from malnutrition continues.

Please, if you can find it in your heart, donate today. Even the smallest amount is a miracle for us. If you cannot donate, please share this post—your voice might reach the one person who can help us survive.

📧 Reach me directly: [email protected]

🔄 Please share far and wide. We have no one else to turn to.

Thank you for your compassion and for standing with us in our darkest hour. ❤️🙏

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

Life changed completely after my father was killed in the war 💔

Our home was destroyed, and now my family of seven lives in a small tent near the sea ⛺🌊

I became responsible for my mother and younger siblings at a very young age.

Every day is a struggle to provide food, clean water, and the basic things we need to survive.

My sister is also trying to continue her university education 🎓, but we cannot afford her fees anymore.

I’m not asking for much.

Even a small donation can help us get through another difficult day and give my family a little hope 🤍

Please consider supporting us through my link here:

Thank you for reading and for caring 🙏

My house was destroyed at the beginning of the war. We live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood in eastern Gaza 🏚️. I lost my job, and I was injured during the war and am still suffering 💥🤕… Now I'm fighting just to keep my family alive.

I'm responsible for a very large family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦:

👴 My father is elderly and needs care.

👶 My young children are innocent.

🧠 My brother has a mental disability, can't work, and has children of his own.

🤰 My wife is pregnant and needs care amidst a complete lack of basic necessities. She needs so much, the simplest of which is clothing.

👧👧 My children are Salwa and Massa. My little Massa was born during the height of the war. We were living in my sister's house when my wife went into labor. We were trapped and couldn't leave the house because of the intense shelling all around us. Miraculously, by the grace of God, my wife gave birth to Massa at home.

When we finally managed to leave a week later, the occupation forces demolished my sister's house.

Now we live in tents inside Gaza, destitute. The tents offer no protection from the heat or the winter. In the winter, we suffered greatly, and in the summer, the children developed skin diseases from the extreme heat.

There is no income… no work… and prices are sky-high. 🔥

We are living through harsh days, caught between hunger and fear. We have nothing but hope in God and in your hearts. 🙏 I never imagined I would have to ask for help, but today… I sincerely reach out to you:

Please extend a helping hand 🙏 Any amount, even a small one, can provide food, medicine, and warm clothes for my children.

💔 We truly need any help, even the smallest… It could mean a meal, medicine, or even just hope for life.

🤍 Don't leave us alone… Your support is our lifeline.

🙏 Please, from a broken heart… Any help, even a small one, could make a huge difference in our lives and help us to keep going and survive.

May God reward you all. Your support will be a light in our lives 🤍

My name is Donia. I am 34 years old and a mother of eight. I never imagined that one day I would have to write a message like this and ask strangers for help just to keep my children safe and fed.Before everything happened, our life was simple. We were not rich, but we had a home, safety, and hope for our children’s future. My husband worked hard every day to provide for us, and we were grateful for the small things in life.Then everything changed.My husband was injured and now has internal metal plates in the joint of his right leg. Because of his injury, he cannot work like before, and even moving is painful for him. Our situation became even harder when the war and famine began.During the worst time of the famine, I was pregnant. I still remember those days with pain in my heart. There were days when we did not even have one kilo of flour in the house. Imagine being a mother, carrying a child in your womb, while not knowing if you will be able to feed your family that day.We were displaced from our home and forced to leave everything behind. We lived through fear, hunger, and uncertainty. After some time we tried to return to our home, hoping life might become a little more stable again. But soon the area became dangerous, and we had no choice but to leave once more.Now we live in a small tent in Al-Daraj.In the middle of all this suffering, I gave birth to my baby boy, Saeed. The moment that should have been filled with joy was instead filled with worry and helplessness. When my baby was born, I did not even have clothes for him. I had to borrow tiny clothes from our neighbors so my newborn would have something to wear.As a mother, that feeling broke my heart.

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My name is Ibrahim. I am a father of four young daughters 👧👧👧👧

My greatest responsibility is to provide them with safety, dignity, and a decent life — something war has taken away from us 💔

Over the past two years of war and hunger, my family has been forcibly displaced more than ten times ⛺

We were constantly moving from place to place, carrying our children and what little hope we had left, without stability or protection.

On one particularly harsh night, tanks surrounded our area 🚨

Our home was declared within the “yellow zone” ⚠️

Shortly after, our house was completely demolished 🏚️

We lost the only shelter that held our family together.

Today, we live without a home and without a stable source of income.

I struggle every day to provide food, medical care, and basic necessities for my four daughters 🍞💧🩺

My youngest daughter is suffering from severe malnutrition — her fragile body paying the price of a war she did not choose 💔

This appeal is launched to help us: • Secure daily food for the children 🥖

• Provide medical care and treatment 🩺

• Find safer shelter from extreme heat and cold ⛺🧥

• Give four innocent girls a chance to live with dignity 🤍

Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of a family that has lost everything 🙏

If you are unable to donate, sharing this post may help it reach someone who can 🔁

🔗 Donation Link:

Thank you to every heart that chooses to stand with us 🤍

Your support is hope. Your solidarity is life ✨

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My name is Saja, I’m 20 years old and I live in Gaza City. I’m married and a mother to a two-year-old child.

Previously, I launched a fundraising campaign with my brother **@jaafar-gaza04**, and we used to share the donations we received to support our family during difficult times😔💔.However, due to the distance between us now, I’ve decided to create my own campaign to help my husband and child, and to provide for our basic needs during these extremely hard days.

After the recent ceasefire was announced, we truly believed the war was finally over and that things would start to get better. Sadly, the war returned with even more force — bringing more destruction, more death, and now, a real **famine**😔😭.We currently have **no food at all** for my baby — not even flour.

My husband is struggling to find any kind of work, but with the current conditions, it's nearly impossible. We have no source of income and no way to provide for our basic needs💔😭.

If you're able to help, please consider donating to my campaign.

Even a small donation can make a **huge difference** in our lives. It can help us buy food for my child and family and bring us a little light in this overwhelming darkness.

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