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My daughters spend their days standing in long lines for water and bread instead of living their childhood 🥺 My husband was also injured while trying to bring food for us during the famine.

I created this fundraiser with a broken heart, only hoping to protect my daughters and give them a chance to live with dignity, safety, and hope again 🙏

Any donation, no matter how small, can help us survive. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story may help us reach someone who can, but please try to support us with a donation because my campaign is still new and my little girls desperately need your help 🌿

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 🇵🇸

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 ⬇️**

VETTED BY ASSOCIATION: Mena is Hammad's sister, who was referred to me through Safaa and her campaign (vetted by @90-ghost)

Mena is a college student living in Gaza studying to become a nurse.

Imagine your life as Mena's. Faced with horrors we cannot even begin to realize; so close to the dream that she has held tightly in her heart since childhood, with a simple desire to help the people around her in any which way she can, and right when she is so close to realizing her dream, to turning it into her life and her reality, her dream is shattered - slipping through her fingers as she desperately tries to hold onto it: her dreams, her inspiration, her motivations, even her friends and teachers, some of whom were killed during the war.

All she has left is her dream, striving to fulfill it.

Even during the war, with the education she had received before the war flipped her life upside-down, she put that knowledge to work, standing alongside nurses and doctors in the field and tending to horrible wounds with limited access to medical tools and resources - helping anyone she could, while hungry, thirsty, with nowhere but a flimsy tent to lay her head down at night, exposed to the harsh elements.

Mena's whole life has been dedicated to helping the people around her. It is now our turn to show Mena the unconditional love and support that she has shown to anybody lucky enough to cross her path. ❤️

The university contacted her a couple days ago, letting her know that she will have to pay the fees she's incurred for the online courses she's dedicated herself to during the war; studying as her childhood home was shelled and destroyed along with all of her and her family's things and lifetime of saved funds, memorizing her work as bombs dropped on her university, crumpling it to stone and dust.

You can show her the love and support that she deserves. You can help her dream become a reality.

Your contributions to keeping hope and dreams alive in Mena's heart are invaluable. Donate today.

Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Mena, paypal is linked below.

The currency has collapsed, and the entire commercial exchange is on the verge of collapse. The paper value of every $100 is only $60, and the purchasing power of every $60 does not exceed $10. Simply put, $60 is not enough to buy one kilogram of sugar or one kilogram of flour! This means that work is worthless and money has no meaning. If you need $100 a day to secure a single meal of lentil falafel, fava beans, and a cup of tea... everyone is hungry. Those with good morals, principles, and values ​​are the most miserable and hungry. We are going through the most difficult times. We are only talking about one thing, so what about the cost of medicine, treatment, transportation, and many other things? Some people think this is exaggerated, but unfortunately, this is the reality. In order for us to survive and be patient, even if only for a short period, we are in dire need of your help and donations. With your donation, I may be able to provide a meal or medicine.

Eman needs our help 🙏

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But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

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I begged again and again, telling everyone that my mother urgently needs treatment before we lose her, yet so many people passed by as if our cries meant nothing. Every minute that passes feels like I am getting closer to watching my mother disappear in front of my eyes while I stand completely helpless.

If there is still mercy in your heart, please do not leave us alone to face this fate. Think for a moment… what if this were your mother? What if you were the one begging for her life and met only silence?

Even a small donation could become the reason she survives. And even sharing this plea could help it reach someone who can save my mother before it is too late.

I'm married, and I have a little girl who is all the hope I have left in this life.Before the war, we lived in a simple house, but one filled with love, laughter, and warmth.My wife lovingly furnished our little home, and our daughter's laughter filled the air… But in a single moment, everything collapsed.

On October 7th, the catastrophe began, and the war raged, leaving us with nothing.Our house was reduced to rubble, and our memories turned to dust.We fled, searching for shelter amidst the sounds of shelling and gunfire, carrying our daughter in our arms, our hearts trembling with fear that our lives would end at any moment.We saw death with our own eyes every day—bodies in the streets, children's cries, and the blood of innocents everywhere.

Since that day, our lives have become a daily struggle against hunger, cold, thirst, and fear. Every day I go out into the dangerous agricultural areas to try and secure a little food for my family, even though I know I might not return.But what breaks my heart is my pregnant wife, who grows weaker every day. She needs food and care, and I have nothing to offer her but fear and tears.

My mother, who suffers from liver disease, is in agony day and night, weeping silently from the pain. She needs urgent surgery, and I stand helpless before her, with nothing but prayers.Sometimes I sit in the darkness, cradling my little girl who cries from the cold and hunger, trying to comfort her with empty words, while I myself am terrified of tomorrow, afraid of losing her as I have lost everything else.

People of good will…

Please, don't let us die in silence.

Help us to live. Help my mother recover, my wife to keep her baby, and my child to live her childhood.Every helping hand extended to us in these harsh times is a lifeline that saves lives from collapse.

💔 From besieged Gaza… amidst the rubble and tears, we cry out for mercy. 💔

I am begging for survival.

My name is Suhaib. I am a father who feels helpless every single night as I watch fear in my little daughter’s eyes. I am a husband who cannot protect the woman who once filled our home with warmth and laughter.

We had a small, simple house. It was never rich in money—but it was rich in love. My wife cared for every corner of it. My daughter’s laughter used to echo through the walls. That home is now gone… and with it, the safety we once knew.

Every day, my daughter asks me when life will be normal again.

I have no answer.

I just hold her while she sleeps and pray she doesn’t wake up afraid.

The war did not just take our home.

It took our stability, our work, our security, our future.

All I have left is my family — and I am terrified of failing them.

Please… if you are reading this, don’t look away.

I am swallowing my pride to write these words. It is not easy for a father to ask for help. But when it comes to your child’s safety, pride no longer matters.

Your donation — no matter how small — is not just money.

It is food when there is hunger.

It is warmth on a cold night.

It is medicine when there is pain.

It is hope when everything feels lost.

Be the miracle my daughter prays for.

Be the reason my family survives.

Even the smallest kindness can save a life. 🤍

My story and hope for survival😭

I am Israa Alwan I am 23 years old, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.🥺🧑🏻‍🎓🧑🏻‍💻

But my dream didn’t last. The war came and turned 🇵🇸my life upside down. My home, once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I’m left with only a few belongings and broken dreams. Now, I have no home, no job, and no sense of security. I move from one place to another with my husband, carrying my unborn child, searching for shelter to protect us from the cold winter and the scorching summer.😭😭🍉

I would like to share a part of my life with you…🥺🌠

I am Esraa 🤍 I married the man I love, and he is my support and strength in this difficult world. Now I am pregnant with our little baby, and we dream of the day we hold our child in our arms, filling our lives with love and hope.

But the reality around us is very hard 💔

We are living in a worn-out tent that cannot protect us from the cold or the rain. Every day, I worry about my baby growing inside me and how I can keep him safe in these conditions.

During this sensitive time, I truly need proper care, healthy food, clean water, and vitamins to protect my baby and myself 🤰💧💊

Donation link...... 🍉

If you can help, even a little, it would make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💗

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I would like to tell you At last, I married my beloved Esraa, and it was the happiest moment of my life 🤍

Now she is three months pregnant, and we dream of a baby who will fill our lives with joy. But the harsh reality around us has turned that happiness into constant worry 💔

We live in a worn-out tent that cannot protect us from the cold or the rain. During this sensitive time, my wife needs proper care, healthy food, clean drinking water, and vitamins so she and our baby can stay safe 🤰💧💊

I see fresh fruit in the markets every day, but I cannot afford to buy even the simplest things she needs 🍎😔

What hurts me the most is that I cannot provide for my pregnant wife and our unborn child. All I wish for is a safe pregnancy and a healthy baby in our arms 🤲

Donation link...... 🍉

If you can help, even a little, it would make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💗

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I am also still suffering from severe malnutrition due to the difficult conditions and lack of food, while trying to stay strong for our very young daughter, who still needs both her mother and father.

What are we waiting for? Do we wait until I lose my husband? Do we wait until my little daughter grows up without her father? Time is passing, and Ahmed’s condition is becoming more difficult every day under these devastating circumstances in Gaza.

We urgently need $1,500 to buy the necessary medications for my husband and continue his treatment. Please do not leave us alone during this difficult time. Any donation, share, or support could truly make a difference in saving our family.

I am begging you, please help us before it is too late. 🙏💔

To donate, click here.⬇️

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Enas is not just a sad story, but a powerful example of a mother who is broken inside yet still standing for the sake of her children. May God have mercy on her husband, protect her children, heal her heart, and send her the help and relief she desperately needs.

Please consider donating to support her during this painful time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of this mother and her orphaned children.

To donate, click here 👇

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #742 )✅️

We're only missing $1000. If everyone just gave $5, we could raise it all. Your donation could change our future.

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I am Hamza from Gaza, a husband and father of four children. Before the war, I worked and provided for my family, and we lived a simple but stable life. Since the war began, everything has changed. We were displaced many times, and our home was eventually completely destroyed, leaving us without shelter or stability.

During this period, I was seriously injured in my hand while trying to obtain food for my children, which left me unable to work and in need of surgery I cannot afford. My young daughter Amira was also injured and urgently needs medical treatment. We have lost relatives, our home, and all our belongings, and we are now living in a tent under very harsh conditions. My youngest daughter, Aya, was born during the war and needs basic supplies and care.

I created this campaign to seek support for my family — to help cover urgent medical treatment, food, and essential needs for my children. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference and give my family hope for a safer, more dignified life. 🤍

So please help me and my daughter 🙏

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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