For those in need

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 ⬇️**

My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.

My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.

We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

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 👇🙏

There's no doubt that the sheer number of messages and requests for help from people inside Gaza makes you feel frustrated and bored. I agree with you on this, and you might even say to yourself, "I've wasted my money from the sheer number of donations I've made to the people of Gaza." But can you imagine what we've been going through every day for 17 consecutive months? Every day there's destruction, bombing, death, and devastation. Has this disaster and destruction we're experiencing made us tired or despairing?

When we ask for help from you, don't think it's easy or simple for us. It tears our hearts out and embarrasses us greatly, especially since we were from a prominent family and lived a dignified and beautiful life. I graduated from university with an excellent GPA, and my husband is also educated, but he started his own business and invested money through it.

You forced us to do this. We lost our home and our own business that used to bring us a lot of money. We lost all the necessities of life. We lost the ability to provide the simplest things to live on.

We never imagined in our lives that we would ask for help from anyone one day, but the harsh circumstances we live in

I am Eman. For more than 17 months, we have been struggling to provide a living for my family and my young children, Jourie, Misk, and Lana. Lana needs extensive healthcare as she has been afflicted with diseases and needs treatment and a clean, uncontaminated place. In addition, she needs a vaporizer due to shortness of breath. We cannot provide everything we need, firstly because of the destruction we are living in, and the other reason is the siege, the closure of the crossings, and the exorbitant prices we are experiencing. Everything has become five times more expensive or more.

used to imagine for my family and children have become a mirage in light of what we are living now. Hunger and my inability to provide the simplest things are destroying us completely. We flee our tent when the Israeli vehicles come to us in the middle of the night and the weather is extremely cold. We do not know where to go. The days have exhausted us and the famine has worn down our bodies.

This is a video of my destroyed home and my previous place of residence before I was displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis.🥺😭🍉🙏🚨👇👇👇

هل يكفي هذا لتشعر بمدى العجز واليأس اللذين يمزقان أجسادنا؟ هل شعرت بحزني الآن وتخيلت كل ما أمر به حتى الآن؟ لهذا السبب نطلب مساعدتك لأننا في أمس الحاجة إليك. أنت الأمل الوحيد المتبقي لنا. لا تتركنا نموت، فأنت النور الساطع الذي نعيش عليه لحظاتنا الأخيرة .

We know that you are demonstrating for us and doing what you can every day. You may feel very helpless to stop the bloodshed and brutal massacres that are happening to us, but you are able to support and revive my weak family. We ask you for a helping hand. We address your hearts and minds to help my family to save it from the bloodbath that has paralyzed and harmed not only Gaza but the entire world.

If you can't donate, I ask you to share my story out of humanity and love.

As you can see now, we are exhausted. The severe blockade is a bad omen for us. We have been struck by a severe famine. We cannot provide for our livelihood. Everything is missing, and if it is found in the markets, it is very expensive. The simplest thing I can ask for now is a donation to buy me a bag of flour, the price of which has reached

More than $500, and the purchase of a vaporizer for my daughter Lana also costs over $700.🚨🙏

We are in the midst of a never-ending bloodbath. I don't want to see my children die of hunger. If they survived the bombing, I don't want to see them die of starvation, their stomachs empty. They cry every day. They want me to provide them with some bread, but I can't because I can't afford it.

Please listen and complete carefully and accurately. My husband has been suffering from a hernia in his foot for more than seven months. He needs physical therapy to walk again on his feet.The cost of physical therapy is about $700. I hope that everyone who has humanity in their heart will donate even a little towards these costs, as we are unable to cover them due to the difficult and harsh living conditions we are going through.

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Thank you very much for listening and for your patience with what you read about the pain and misfortunes we have been through. I know that these words may be very harsh, but this is the reality we are going through. Please accept my utmost respect, appreciation, and gratitude.Your friend and sister, Iman, mother of three girls and a husband who has been injured in his foot for more than seven months. Greetings to you all.

I am Iman Rouqa from Gaza, a mother of three young children.💔 I live in a dilapidated tent after the war destroyed my life. It destroyed my home and my source of livelihood

, and I was injured by shrapnel. I went into a coma that lasted for two months,😭 during which I had blood clots and a heart attack, which led to severe weakness in the heart muscle. The doctors made a decision not to get pregnant at all💔..

But God willed that I later become pregnant again.

Now I need to take all the necessary medications,💉 including blood thinners, heart medications, vitamins, supplements, and pregnancy calcium.💊 I also need follow-up appointments with cardiologists and pregnancy specialists, and monthly echocardiograms.

I urgently need these medications and supplements. I'm only asking for what will save me and my baby from the clutches of illness, weakness, and frailty. May God grant you success and heal your sick🛑. Any small donation could save me and protect my baby from any danger🥺.

Here is the campaign

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This campaign is #670 on this list created by @/gazavetters

This campaign is also #1427 of this list created by The ButterflyEffect Project

The war has returned to us in a criminal and inhumane way, without any rules or restraint. Camps and hospitals are being bombed, children and medics are being killed in cold blood, and all international prohibitions have been violated.

Death rains down from the sky, and hunger consumes us from the ground.

We are trapped between two fires, there is no escape from the bombing, and no salvation from starvation.

My little child cries out from unbearable hunger, and I am powerless to comfort him, We have nothing left to eat except some green herbs I boil, hoping they will ease our hunger. 💔

In the past five days, we have received only 5 dollars, not even enough to buy bread for my child for a single day, Donations have tragically declined, and we can no longer afford even the bare minimum of necessities. 😥

Entire families have been forced to flee their homes under the relentless bombardment. Even the area they push us to, claiming it is "safe" (Al-Mawasi), is bombed daily without mercy.

The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and escaping to a safe country is impossible.

It is a systematic plan of slow genocide, by missiles and by hunger.

From the heart of the siege, from amidst the destruction, from beneath the rubble…

I plead with you through the tears of a mother fighting to protect her child, with a body weakened by pregnancy and hunger, with a soul that holds on only to the hope in your compassionate hearts. 🥹

Please, help us. Save my child, my unborn baby, and my family from this hell.

Every donation—even the smallest—is a lifeline in a sea of fire.

Or via PayPal

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #152 ) ✅

To make things worse, the donations we relied on have almost stopped. Days pass with no support, and sometimes we receive just a few dollars… not enough to buy a loaf of bread. 💔

Today, our only meal was a small plate of vegetable salad and dry bread, not enough for four people and a baby growing inside his mother’s womb.

But the moment that broke me… was when my little boy looked at me with tearful eyes, asking for something else to eat because he doesn’t like the salad. Then he began to cry. He doesn’t understand that we barely managed to get even this tiny amount of food, And me? I could only hide my tears, trying to smile at him while my heart silently collapsed, convincing him to eat because we have nothing else. 🥹

My dear friends, we are on the edge of famine. I’m not asking for much, just enough to feed my child and my family, so we can go to sleep without hunger, and live through one more day. 😓

Please, don’t leave us alone. Any support, any extended hand, could save lives here. 🙏🫂

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #152 ) ✅