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I previously created a campaign on Shuft, but it stopped working and no longer receives donations. So I’m here now with a new campaign, hoping for your help. Any donation, no matter how small, could save our lives, as the situation keeps getting worse.

I once dreamed of a happy life — to finish my studies and get a job — but the war turned that dream into something impossible 💔😭. We lived through this massacre with all its painful details, and we are still suffering 😔💔.

Now, we have no shelter and no source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I started my campaign very late, but that’s because there was no other way to help my family 🙏.

I am truly hopeful and optimistic that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these hard times 😔. I know that starting from zero is painful and discouraging, but I hope to receive any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.

Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺

We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔

The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.

Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.

This is our donation link.

Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

Like so many mothers here, I dreamed of raising my children in peace, giving them love, warmth, and security. But the war has stolen that dream from us time and time again.

Before the war, our life was simple but full of hope. My husband worked whenever he could, and I took care of our home and children. We didn't own anything luxurious, but we had each other.

Then the bombs started falling.

We lost everything.

Our house was reduced to rubble. My children screamed in terror night after night. We fled with nothing but the clothes on our backs—displaced from north to south, moving from tent to tent, always trying to survive day after day.

We stayed in Khan Younis, then Rafah, and now in the central region—each time we escaped death, but not the pain. My children haven't known safety for over a year. My son learned to walk on the dirt floor of a tent.

When the ceasefire was announced, we thought it was finally over. We returned to our devastated neighborhood in northern Gaza, hoping to rebuild it. But the hope was short-lived—the occupation expanded the "yellow zone," and our neighborhood was completely destroyed. Again.

Now, we are displaced again, living in a small tent with no clean water, no food, and no electricity. My husband is unemployed. I have no way to support my children.

I delayed launching this fundraising campaign because I hoped something would change. I didn't want to ask. But today, I have no choice.

I, Yasmin, am asking for your help. Not just for myself—but for my children, who deserve a future. Who deserve warmth, food, and a safe place to sleep.

Any donation, no matter how small, makes a difference in our lives. Even sharing this message helps it reach those who can give.

Gaza is still bleeding !!!!

Donation link for a family from Gaza

People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.

It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.

During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.

My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.

312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!

Here is the donation link for my family’s emergency fund:

https://chuffed.org/project/145440-help-anass-family-survive-and-rebuild-after-gaza-war

If you can’t donate, please reblog, share, tag people.

Your support is literally life saving for us.

Thank you for not looking away.

Thank you for keeping Gaza alive in your heart.

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Hello friends, I'm Ahmed from Gaza. The war is over now, but our pain and suffering haven't. I studied computer science at the Islamic University of Gaza. During the war, I lost everything: my home, my job, my car, and my tablet. I'm now homeless and without shelter. Despite all that, I tried my best to finish my university studies during the war and take my exams under difficult circumstances, under bombardment. Now I'm about to finish. I need your help to complete my studies abroad and cover the travel expenses. Therefore, I need your support and assistance to achieve my dreams and ambitions. If you can't donate, you can share this post and talk about me and my dreams.

My family and I have nothing but thin plastic to protect us. Please, if you can, help us with anything. Your support can keep us warm and safe.

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Hello my friends,I am in urgent need of your help and donations. I was the victim of a major fraud by the first campaign organizer.Now, I am desperately asking for your support again through my new donation link, as I need to rebuild my life from the beginning and provide milk and diapers for my baby, Masa.Believe me, it’s a truly tragic situation — the suffering never seems to end. But your support can help me get through it and secure the most basic necessities for my child.

Please donate and share ❤️

Note: I was unfortunately listed as a “spammer” in the Gaza file, and the reason was the multiple accounts I have used.

However, the truth is that I never intended to cause any inconvenience — I was only forced to create new accounts after several of my previous ones were closed unexpectedly.

I sincerely apologize if this caused any disturbance. All I’m trying to do is provide a decent and safe life for my children after everything we’ve been through.

I truly hope you can understand my situation and give me another chance to continue what I started with honesty and determination.

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

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Gaza is still bleeding !!!!

Donation link for a family from Gaza

People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.

It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.

During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.

My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.

312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!

Here is the donation link for my family’s emergency fund:

https://chuffed.org/project/145440-help-anass-family-survive-and-rebuild-after-gaza-war

If you can’t donate, please reblog, share, tag people.

Your support is literally life saving for us.

Thank you for not looking away.

Thank you for keeping Gaza alive in your heart.

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While the world is flaunting red scarves for their loved ones during the holiday season, we in Gaza cannot even get a simple scarf to protect us from the cold of winter. These details, which people around the world consider part of warmth and celebration, have become a distant dream for us.

Since we lost our home, I have been trying to adapt, but the absence of basic things—like a jacket, scarf, or even warm shoes—has made the winter much heavier than the body can bear. Electricity is scarce, and the cold at night becomes indescribably harsh.

That's why I launched this campaign, hoping to raise only $400 to buy the basic winter clothes I need to protect myself—a warm jacket, heavy clothing, and socks to protect me from the moisture.

The amount may seem small, but it means a lot to me, and it may be the difference between a painful winter and a winter that I can get through safely. Every contribution—even a small one—is a message of solidarity that makes me feel like I'm not alone.

After all that we have lost, I still believe that there are hearts around the world that choose to be a light in this darkness. So I come to you today with a simple request: help me face this winter with dignity and without fear of illness and cold.

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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.

Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.

I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives. Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.

We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts. But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.

And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life. Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.

Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered. We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.

We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again. We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion. We need you. We need your hearts. We need your help to stand again.

Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference. It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.

The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.