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according to Al Jazeera, atleast 61 people have been slaughtered ( 49 of whom were in Gaza City ) within the past 24 hours.

nearly half of Gaza City's population ( 450,000 people ) have fled since israel launched its major operation in august, the south is now even more crowded, people lack the most basic necessities for life.

this occurs while famine is underway in Gaza, and four UN trucks were robbed at gunpoint yesterday. this theft has denied at least 2,700 severely and acutely malnourished children of life-saving RUTF, which would have helped with their malnutrition.

Shaima ( @shaimaa-sha ) and her family need to urgently relocate, however they have no money for transportation.

she is 32 years old & a mother of four children, and is the breadwinner for her family, since her husband Ibrahim was severely injured in his foot. he has now lost his passion for everything.

please read her story in her own words here.

and all she desires is some bread for her children, who cry because of the severe lack of food. how many hundreds have or will starve to death in Gaza before you start to care ??

only €4,083 has been raised, the last donation was a day ago as this post is being made.

this campaign is also documented as number 62 on the @/gazavetters list – so no need to be hesitant around donating.

please, just imagine yourself surrounded by constant screams, massacres, drones, bombs, blood, destruction and martyrs. martyrs in their thousands not granted the basic dignity of even a proper burial.

martyrs don't die in vain, but nobody else deserves to become a martyr. donate so that they can have a chance at life.

tagging for reach, your voice is VERY important –

For the first time, I am not asking for my own family, but for othersfamilies who knocked on my door after seeing your continued support and generosity.

Today, I carry the trust of martyrs' families in our camp and place it in your hands.

🎯 Warmth for the Martyr Campaign – A Humanitarian Call for:

- 👶 50 orphaned children

- 👩‍🦰 40 widows of martyrs

💰 The needs are simple:

🧥 Winter clothes for each child =€15 × 50 =€750

🧣 Winter clothes for each widow = €25 × 40 =€1,000

📌 Total needed: €1,750 only

A small amount can make a huge difference in the lives of those who have lost everything except their hope in God and in kind hearts like yours.

💬 Who will be part of this warmth?

Who will remind them the world still holds compassion?

📅 Campaign Duration:

From December 18, 2025, to December 22, 2025

All proceeds will go directly to providing winter clothing for the widows and children of martyrs.

Give, share, and be mercy walking on this earth.

Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.

Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.

We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.

Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.

The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.

Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.

We Don’t Know What Comes Next There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.

How You Can Help I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:

Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.

Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.

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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I speak to you from the brink of death surrounded by flames and relentless explosions

Last night, my children didn’t sleep a moment, waiting for the next strike.

Tents around us burned, bodies still lie in the streets, and no one dares approach.

Our area is nearly abandoned Everyone who could flee has left. Only we remain those who can't afford to escape.

For days, I’ve been pleading for help to evacuate south, but the bitter truth is what little support arrives barely buys bread.

Now, my plea has changed. I’m not asking for safety anymore just a step away from certain death.

I need to evacuate to the western part of northern Gaza still dangerous, but *slightly less deadly.

This minimal escape costs €600.

✋ I’m not asking for much only the right to survive.

Autumn brings along olive harvest and secret notes from someone you haven't seen in years....

Salamat from Nablus!