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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. 🙏❤️

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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I never imagined that my life would become like this.

Before the war, we had a home, a normal life, and dreams for the future. Then everything changed. My father was killed, and with him, the sense of safety that held our family together. Our home was destroyed, and in a single moment, everything we had was gone. 🏠💔

Today, my family and I live in a small tent by the sea. ⛺🌊 We are seven people struggling to survive each day with very limited food, clean water, and basic necessities.

I became responsible for my entire family overnight. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Not because I was ready, but because there was no other choice. My younger siblings depend on me for everything, and every day I worry about how I will provide for them.

My sister is trying to continue her university education. 🎓 She has worked so hard for her future, but she may lose that opportunity because we cannot afford her tuition fees.

Some time ago, a kind friend created a fundraising campaign for me. That campaign gave my family hope during one of the darkest periods of our lives. Unfortunately, my friend later faced serious family problems, and his mother forced him to stop helping me. As a result, the campaign was closed, and I lost the only fundraising support my family had.

Since then, I have been struggling on my own.

Without a campaign or support, I honestly do not know how to meet my family's basic needs. There are days when finding enough food for everyone feels impossible. The weight of responsibility is overwhelming, but I keep going because my family has no one else to rely on. 😢💔🥺

For those who would like to support me directly, I have added my PayPal information in my bio.

If you are kind enough to help me create a fundraising campaign, or if you would like to reach out to me, please contact me. Your support could give my family hope again and help us through this incredibly difficult time. 😢🙏💔

📱 WhatsApp: +970593243264

📸 Instagram: @jaafar42007

🎮 Discord: obaidajaafar

In this crowded world, there are people who smile just so they don’t have to explain their pain.

They walk among others with calm faces, while inside them are silent battles no one can hear. They carry fear, exhaustion, and heartbreak in silence… and keep moving because they cannot afford to stop.

Every night, when everyone falls asleep, their quiet conversation with themselves begins: How much longer?

How much longer can we keep fighting alone? How much longer can we pretend to be okay just because no one sees what is happening inside?

But despite everything… there is always a small part of the heart that refuses to die, a part called hope.

Hope that someone will listen, someone will care, someone will reach out before this tired heart finally breaks.

Because some people do not need much… just someone to say: I see you, and I am here.

Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

Every morning, Adam and Habiba dream of going to school, but due to serious financial difficulties, I can no longer afford their education.

Education is their only hope for a better future. Any support or even sharing this message could help keep their dreams alive.

Thank you for caring 🤍

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Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

Every morning, Adam and Habiba dream of going to school, but due to serious financial difficulties, I can no longer afford their education.

Education is their only hope for a better future. Any support or even sharing this message could help keep their dreams alive.

Thank you for caring 🤍

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We are living in unbearable conditions that no human should face. I am writing this from inside a tent under extreme heat, hunger, and constant fear. Please DONATE NOW

My wife is sick and collapsing in front of my eyes every day. I watch her getting weaker and I am completely helpless, unable to save her or even ease her pain.

We have lost everything — our home, our safety, and any sense of normal life. We have lived through bombings, displacement, and famine, and we are still trying to survive.

Please don’t ignore us. Don’t leave us alone. We need your support, your donations, and your voice. Without you, we cannot make it.

Donate now and share this post as widely as possible. We need your support more than ever.

My name is Najah.

I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room.

I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for me to return

Today, I'm writing to you with a tired hand - but my hope is not tired

The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve...

But time is not unlimited, and support is the difference

Just imagine for a moment:

70 people.

70 hearts.

7O simple decisions to give💔

Only $5 from each person

An amount you might not even notice in your daily lirfe...

But here, in this bed,

it is a new heartbeat, a chance to stand again, the beginning of healing💔🥺

The pain is hard...

The waiting is harder..

But the hardest part is knowing survival is close, yet still needs one small step🙏

I'm not asking one person to carry everything alone.

Just 70 small life🥺❤️

people who believe acts, when combined.

that create

With your support, I can rise,

With your support, I can return to my dreams.

With your support, my name - Najah - can truly become "success" 6

Please don't scroll past in silence💔

Share. Donate. Be one of the seventy

You might be the one who completes the hope.🙏

Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah

She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.

Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her

Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her

Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!

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Without this treatment, death is not a possibility—it is inevitable.

She is growing weaker day by day, and we cannot do this alone.

Just $10 from 50 people could help save her life.

It may seem like a small amount, but for Najah, it is the difference between life and death.

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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Hello friends, I thank you very much for your continuous support, but right now I am in urgent need of you and your help. We are now in the holy month of Ramadan, which requires a lot of expenses, and there has been a significant rise in prices.

I also need to pursue my dream after losing everything. I need your support greatly—I need more than $1,500 to pay my university fees so I can receive my certificate and apply for scholarships.

You can find the images below the post.

Therefore, I am in great need of your help. I support my family, and at the same time, I am trying to achieve myself and continue my education.

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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