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This video shows ongoing, systematic demolitions in Gaza.

Homes are being destroyed, neighborhoods cleared, and entire areas wiped out even now, while a ceasefire is supposedly in place.

People are watching their houses disappear piece by piece.

Not during fighting.

Not in the middle of airstrikes.

But after everything, when they were told it was safe to breathe again.

The destruction didn’t stop.

It just became quieter.

These images show displacement tents set up right next to a heavily damaged building.

The building was hit before and is leaning, at risk of collapsing at any moment.

Families are living in these tents because they have no other place to go.

There are no safe areas left, no intact homes, no shelters to move to.

Leaving this spot doesn’t mean safety it just means being displaced again.

So people stay.

Not because they feel protected,but because this is the last option they have They sleep knowing the building beside them could fall.

They wake up hoping it doesn’t.

This is not temporary living This is forced survival.

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This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I'm distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I'm terrified of losing.

They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.

My name is Suhaila, and I am writing from G.a.z.a, where life no longer feels like life. We lost our home, our safety, and everything we once had. Now we live in a torn tent that cannot protect us from the cold nights or the fear that never leaves us.

I am a mother of five children… five innocent souls who depend on me for everything. I am sick, and my body is getting weaker every day. I suffer from severe iron deficiency, and even with medication, I feel like I am slowly fading. Some days I cannot even stand… but I have no choice but to keep going for my children.

My baby girl needs milk… something so simple, yet I cannot provide it. Hearing her cry from hunger breaks me in ways I cannot describe.

And my daughter, Mira, is now in the hospital. She is suffering from dehydration and severe malnutrition. I am terrified every moment… I cannot be beside her the way a mother should, and I feel like I am losing everything.

There is no food, no safety, no stability… only fear, hunger, and exhaustion. My children cry, and I have nothing to give them. This pain is too heavy for a mother to carry.

I am not asking for a perfect life… I am begging for a chance to survive, for my children to live, for my baby to have milk, and for my daughter to recover.

Israel has closed the crossings into Gaza once again, and with that, the fear has returned. Food is disappearing, prices are rising beyond what we can afford, and families like mine are left struggling to survive each day.

We are not asking for much — just the chance to feed our children, to put something simple on the table, to feel a moment of relief in the middle of this hardship. Hunger is not just a word here, it is something we live with every single day.

If you can help, even a small amount can make a real difference in our lives. Your support could mean a meal for my family, a moment of hope, and a reminder that we are not alone. 🤍

Please… don’t scroll past me like I don’t exist.

Even the smallest kindness could save us.

Donation link below 👇

Please reblog… I am afraid my voice won’t reach anyone without you 💔

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even until the makuragaeshi arc (which is the last time the beads relevancy were mentioned) haruaki still said it was his dad

My name is Suhaila, and I am writing from G.a.z.a, where life no longer feels like life. We lost our home, our safety, and everything we once had. Now we live in a torn tent that cannot protect us from the cold nights or the fear that never leaves us.

I am a mother of five children… five innocent souls who depend on me for everything. I am sick, and my body is getting weaker every day. I suffer from severe iron deficiency, and even with medication, I feel like I am slowly fading. Some days I cannot even stand… but I have no choice but to keep going for my children.

My baby girl needs milk… something so simple, yet I cannot provide it. Hearing her cry from hunger breaks me in ways I cannot describe.

And my daughter, Mira, is now in the hospital. She is suffering from dehydration and severe malnutrition. I am terrified every moment… I cannot be beside her the way a mother should, and I feel like I am losing everything.

There is no food, no safety, no stability… only fear, hunger, and exhaustion. My children cry, and I have nothing to give them. This pain is too heavy for a mother to carry.

I am not asking for a perfect life… I am begging for a chance to survive, for my children to live, for my baby to have milk, and for my daughter to recover.

Israel has closed the crossings into Gaza once again, and with that, the fear has returned. Food is disappearing, prices are rising beyond what we can afford, and families like mine are left struggling to survive each day.

We are not asking for much — just the chance to feed our children, to put something simple on the table, to feel a moment of relief in the middle of this hardship. Hunger is not just a word here, it is something we live with every single day.

If you can help, even a small amount can make a real difference in our lives. Your support could mean a meal for my family, a moment of hope, and a reminder that we are not alone. 🤍

Please… don’t scroll past me like I don’t exist.

Even the smallest kindness could save us.

Donation link below 👇

Please reblog… I am afraid my voice won’t reach anyone without you 💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #724 )✅️

Campaign checked by 90-ghost

a tiny dumb ramble below

People are still dying, hunger is still growing, and medicine is still nearly impossible to find.

We are living in conditions that get worse every single day. Basic needs have become a constant struggle, and survival itself feels uncertain.

My father is very sick and urgently needs treatment, but we are unable to provide what he needs in these harsh conditions.

We are doing everything we can, but we cannot do this alone anymore.

We urgently need your humanity and your support.

Please, if you can donate and share our story, do it now.

My name is Najah. I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room. I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for my return.

Today I am writing to you with a tired hand… but my hope is not tired. The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve, but time is not unlimited, and support makes the difference.

Imagine that a very simple decision from people who do not even know me could be the line between pain and healing, between staying on this bed and returning to life again.

Here, on this bed, every small act of support can turn into a heartbeat of hope, a chance to stand again, and a real beginning of recovery.

Pain is hard… and waiting is harder… but the hardest part is knowing that survival is close, yet still needs just one small step.

I am not asking anyone to carry this burden alone. All I need are hearts coming together through small steps that complete this journey.

With your support, I can rise, and with your support, I can return to my dreams, and with your support, my name “Najah” can truly become “success.”

Please… do not let this message pass in silence. One step from you could be the beginning of a new life for me. 💔

Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah

She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.

Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her

Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her

Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!

Najah lives with her family in extremely harsh conditions where suffering and illness are deeply intertwined. Her husband is injured and urgently needs surgery, but he is unable to receive treatment, which places an even greater burden on the family and leaves Najah carrying the responsibility alone.

Amid this hardship, life in the tents becomes even more difficult, with the spread of insects and rodents causing illnesses and infections, especially among children. Every day turns into a struggle for survival in unsafe and extremely difficult living conditions.

Please… do not leave Najah and her family alone. 💔

Time is passing harshly, the need is urgent, and every moment of delay increases the pain and weakens hope.

Sharing this message or donating even a small amount could be the real difference between continued suffering and the beginning of a new life.

Do not underestimate a small step from you.

it may be the reason a whole life is saved. 💔

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