you are not allowed under THE blanket

Yes, food has entered the Strip…

but not as aid — it’s being sold to us at high prices.

Prices have dropped slightly, but they’re still far from normal. The same goes for money transfer fees — lower, yet still too high.

The army hasn’t withdrawn from most areas of Gaza.

Entire cities like Rafah haven’t seen the army move back even a single meter

Anyone who approaches Rafah or the so-called “yellow line” is targeted immediately — that line marks the areas under full occupation control.

Tens of thousands of missing people are still trapped under the rubble of their homes, waiting to be pulled out and buried with dignity.

No country or organization is helping. Civilians dig with their bare hands 💔

Thousands of detainees from Gaza remain in occupation prisons, including doctors like Dr. Hossam Abu Safieh, with no sign of release.

The bombing has never stopped — not for a single day

Every day there are airstrikes, shootings, and martyrs… while the world stays silent and hypocritical.

We still live in tents, worn and fragile, as winter approaches.

The rain and wind will soon bring another disaster.

Gas hasn’t entered Gaza; we only hear about it in the news.

We cook over open fires, and even firewood is expensive.

Meat, chicken, and vegetables are available in the markets,

but only for those who can afford them — a kilo of chicken costs around 50 USD!

Most medicines are gone from hospitals and pharmacies.

Those who find a painkiller are considered lucky.

Water is another daily struggle — we travel long distances to buy 20 liters for 10 shekels.

Since the ceasefire was announced, the world seems to think the war has ended.

Aid has slowed, attention has faded, and many have forgotten us.

But the truth is… nothing has changed.

We are still here, still suffering, still waiting for your voices, your prayers, your solidarity.

I am from Gaza — a father whose only goal is to keep his children alive.Our home was destroyed 🏚️,

and we no longer have a place to shelter.We move from one place to another, searching for safety, warmth, and a piece of bread 🍞.

My children go to sleep hungry 😢,and my wife and daughter were injured and are still living with pain 💔.

There is no work, no income, and no certainty about tomorrow — only fear.In Gaza, we do not dream big dreams.We only dream of a day that passes in peace 🌅,

a meal that fills our children’s stomachs,and a night where they can sleep withouut the sound of bombing.This is not just a story of sorrow,but the testimony of a human being trying to survive,clinging to life despite everything.Gaza is not numbers.

Gaza is faces, children, and hearts that grow tired — but never surrender 🇵🇸

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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.

We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.

My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.

Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.

We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.

Please help me.😭🙏🙏

This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.