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Please, I just wanna save my kids from the cold, help us and don't leave us alone, please

I am Nisreen, a mother of three children from Gaza. We lost everything in the war. My husband was injured in the war and he cannot work. We are living in a state of hunger and displacement. Help me save my children from death. If you can help, do please even if a little, it helps

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I have experienced bleeding, and my pregnancy is now in a very difficult state… my body is exhausted, and low immunity and poor nutrition make each passing day more dangerous than the last. My heart is full of worry and fear for my little baby who has not yet been born. My only hope is that God keeps my baby safe and allows me to see them healthy.

The situation is extremely hard, and every moment that passes increases my feeling of helplessness… I need your prayers and support more than ever. Any help—healthy food, vitamins, or treatment—can give my exhausted body the strength to protect this pregnancy and give my baby a chance to survive.

💌 I beg you today… a donation of €50 can save an innocent life inside a fragile body and give my baby a chance to live.

Your prayers and support today can make a huge difference… for my baby and for my health. 🙏

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For nearly two years, my family has been living in a makeshift tent that protects us from neither the scorching heat nor the freezing cold.

Food is scarce. Clean water is limited. Life here is far from what any human being should endure.

What hurts the most is watching my sick father grow weaker while we struggle to provide the medicine, food, and care he desperately needs.

I am his son, and I feel helpless seeing him suffer in these conditions.

Please donate to support my family and share this post.

My father urgently needs medicine, and right now it is nearly impossible for us to secure it.

Your support may be the only chance my father has left.

You read my words, You knew she might die, And you chose to move on without doing anything.

Please… do not let these words become her obituary.

We are living through a harsh reality that no language can fully describe. Even though we ask for financial help to survive, what we feel from this community goes far beyond money. We feel that there are people who believe in the justice of our cause, hear our voices, and see our suffering.

I deeply appreciate everyone supporting Gaza families, but I hope that influential bloggers ✨🌟 who adopt certain campaigns remember that many other families are living under similar devastating conditions. Most of these campaigns represent real families struggling just to survive.

As many of you know, I have been working for over two years to share my family’s campaign and raise awareness.

My father is seriously ill and needs urgent treatment and care. My family struggles to meet even the most basic needs, and I spend long hours every day sharing the campaign and asking for support, often at the expense of my studies, especially as education is now difficult with schools inside tents and limited internet access. Most of my recent posts have focused on my father’s situation, because it is urgent and close to our hearts.

We feel that there are people who believe in the justice of our cause, hear our voices, and see our suffering.

Please support my family and share my story🙏.

I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to watch your father slowly weaken in front of you.

Every day, I look at him and I see exhaustion in his face. Not only from illness, but from helplessness, from the cold, from constant uncertainty.

I am his son. I am supposed to protect him.

Instead, I stand there powerless, thinking about the things we cannot provide. Proper treatment. Consistent medicine. Nutritious food to help him regain strength. A safe, stable place where he can truly rest.

There is a specific kind of pain in watching your father try to stay strong for you while his body is failing him.

And there is an even heavier pain in knowing that help exists in this world, but it has not reached him yet.

This is not just about survival.

It is about giving my father a real chance to heal.

It is about his dignity.

If you are reading this, I am asking you to stand with us.

Not out of pity,

but out of humanity.

Please donate to my family and share this post.

While many families around the world are gathering for iftar with full tables and safety, this is our reality.

Here, hunger is not just part of fasting. It is daily life.

We fast from dawn until sunset, but the hardest part is not knowing if there will be anything to break it with.

My family wants to observe Ramadan like Muslim families everywhere. I wish I could comfort them by saying that a warm meal is waiting at sunset, like every fasting person deserves.

My father’s health is getting worse. He urgently needs medical care and proper nutrition.

Watching him grow weaker while we struggle to provide even basic food is heartbreaking.

If you are reading this from anywhere in the world, please know that your support truly makes a difference.

Please stand with my family this Ramadan.

Help us secure food and medical care for my father.

If you cannot donate, please share

While you’re warm, she is shaking from the cold. Ramadan is coming and we have nothing.

No food. No warmth. No safety.

If just 30 people donate $25 each, it could change everything for us.

How am I supposed to believe in something I have never seen in my darkest moment?

I begged again and again — not for luxury, not for miracles — only for my mother to receive the treatment she deserves. Yet many chose silence, as if her pain meant nothing.

I stand beside her every day, watching her suffer, completely powerless… and there is no pain greater than that.

Is humanity staying silent when someone is breaking? Is humanity indifference? Is humanity turning away when we could help?

If you read this and feel nothing, then ask yourself what humanity truly means to you.

My father is not recovering, he is only enduring the pain

There is still no access to the treatment he desperately needs

We are trying to survive in a place where survival itself feels impossible

No stable shelter. No income. No proper medical care

All we are asking for is a real chance

A chance for treatment, a chance for dignity, a chance to keep my father alive

If you can help, please stand with us

Donate, share, or help our story reach someone who can

We need $1,000 to start a small project so he can provide food for our children again.

Even $10 can make a real difference for our family.

Please donate or share.

Be the reason our children smile again. 💛

She isn’t asking for a miracle , only a chance to be treated.

If this were your mother, could you bear watching her breaths grow weaker each day? I am living this nightmare, terrified that one day I will write that I lost her because we did not act in time.

I am not asking for the impossible… I am asking for a chance at life for my mother. Your help today could save her from illness and from death.

If just 50 people donate $20 each, I can save my mother and buy the urgent treatment she needs.

Please do not ignore this plea. Your donation is life… and your share is hope.

We have been delayed in performing the surgery because we were only able to collect 15 euros of its cost.

We live a daily struggle with the expenses of food, medicine, and basic living needs, and every day that passes increases Mohammed’s pain and exhaustion. Please, any donation—no matter how small—can ease his pain and save his childhood.

Don’t leave us alone… help my son

My mother is not dying because treatment is impossible, but because help is not reaching her, Life or death depends on action.

I’m not asking for tears. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m asking you not to be another delay.

Right now, you are either someone who helped save a life, or someone who scrolled past and let a mother die.

I will not forgive anyone who scrolls past this plea and keeps browsing as if nothing is happening.

Doctors say my wife needs urgent treatment and surgery, and I cannot afford any of it. Every minute without help pushes her one step closer to death.

Please donate now — your support could save her life.

I am a husband screaming into the silence, begging strangers to care. Do not let my wife become another number. Share her story, donate now, and help give her a chance to live.