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I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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I am a mother collapsing under the weight of injustice… My child went into surgery for four long hours, and the doctor came out with words that have no excuse: “The operation failed.”

It wasn’t only the surgeon who failed — the whole world failed my child who was left hungry, the system failed to provide food and vitamins, and hearts were absent when he needed warmth and care.

His body is as fragile as a twig in a storm; his big eyes cling to me and I cannot return him to being a healthy child because I cannot afford the treatment that might heal him. The doctor said: “Immune therapy is the only thing that will save him” — but that treatment is far beyond my financial means.

I beg you: where can I find the money for a life? Where do I buy my child a chance to breathe?

I feel injustice devouring us: hunger, poverty, neglect… all of it allowing the slow death of an innocent child in terrible silence.

I write with the last of my heart: if there is any mercy in you, if there is any help in your hands, please save what is left of my child.

I do not ask for luxury, I do not ask for adornment — I only ask for a simple life for a soul that does not deserve this fate.

Please, before it’s too. late…

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The situation where I am has become extremely difficult due to an ongoing internal war. The conflict has caused food prices to skyrocket, and right now, I don’t have anything left to eat.

I’ve been trying to hold on, but things have become unbearable. Every day is a struggle just to get through. I am reaching out to you—my queer family, friends, and allies—because I believe in the power of community. If you can spare even a small amount, it could make a big difference.

This is an urgent plea. I need support to buy food and get through these hard days. If you’ve ever been hungry, you know how deeply painful and exhausting it can be. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t critical.

Please, if you can, donate. No amount is too small. Every little bit helps, and I would be endlessly grateful for your kindness.

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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.