The real pain…is that you were able and chose to remain silent.

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We are in Gaza, and every single day starts with the same question:

How do we survive today?

I am here with my family.

We have no source of income at all.

We are struggling just to secure the bare minimum of basic needs such as food, water, electricity, and essentials.

My father is sick and needs continuous treatment.

When medicine is available, its prices are unreal.

Most of the time, it simply doesn’t exist.

Healthcare is fragile.

Safety is uncertain.

Nothing is guaranteed.

This campaign isn’t about headlines or statistics.

It’s about my family, about us, trying to stay alive with dignity under unbearable conditions.

If you’ve ever wondered whether a small act can truly make a difference, this is one of those moments.

Your support helps us secure basic necessities, afford my father’s treatment, and make it through another day.

If you can donate, please do.

If you can’t, sharing this post is real help.

Thank you for stopping.

Thank you for standing with us. 🇵🇸🤍

📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi)

Deadline 4 February

Subject: Collecting the rest amount of money to pay the rent of the house

Current process:

USD 3,727 / $4,640

Vatted by @90-ghost

Vatted by @sar-soor

Vatted by @fairuzfan

We never imagined we would reach a point where asking for help feels heavier than hunger or fear 😔

We are not asking for luxury, comfort, or anything extra we are asking for a roof to stay under 💔

Our landlord gave us only 5 days to pay the remaining $913 in rent. That means we must somehow collect $182 every single day. If we fail, we will be forced out of our home, with nowhere to go literally to the street.

My parents are elderly, exhausted, and already carrying more pain than they should at this age. My sister is still recovering, still fighting to regain her strength. And yet, on top of all this, we live with the constant fear of waking up homeless.💔😔

For days, I’ve been writing , Asking , Hoping. Many people scroll past. Some ignore us.😢

But for us, this is not just a post this is our life collapsing in real time.💔

We are not begging for pity. We are asking for human kindness. If you can help, even a little, you are not just donating money you are protecting a family from sleeping on the streets.🙏💔😔

Please… don’t let us lose our home.

Please help us survive this moment.

This is not an emotional post or a story for sympathy. This is a human being left to face pain alone because she is denied the treatment she needs now. My mother is not asking for pity, she is asking for one simple right: to be treated, to live.

Maybe you can’t do everything, but you can do something. Sharing, supporting, or donating could be the difference between survival and loss. Pause for a moment and ask yourself honestly: If this were your mother, would you scroll past?

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #657 )✅️

“Nineteen,” Ilya said at the same time Shane said, “Eighteen.”

Ilya shot him a curious look. “We were nineteen the first time we—”

“Oh,” Shane said. “I thought the question was the first time we felt, um, sparks.” His ears were bright red and Ilya wanted to bite them.

He holds his small child with trembling hands, as if all the warmth left in the world is hidden in his chest, while the wind tears through what remains of hope. His family sits around him, pale faces and eyes asking a single question: How will we survive tonight?

This father was once a simple worker, returning at the end of the day carrying his exhaustion and a meal that was enough for them. Today, he has no job left, no door to knock on, no opportunity to provide for his family. The Israeli war stole his livelihood, broke his back, and left his children sleeping in the winter cold—without blankets, without walls to protect them, and without the promise of a warmer morning.😭

His child asks for very little: a warm bottle of milk, and a hand to wipe away his tears when the sound of the wind startles him like another airstrike. The mother tries to hide her fear, gathering scraps of fabric to create temporary warmth, forcing a fragile smile so the children won’t see her brokenness. As for the father, he sits in silence, counting their breaths, feeling helplessness gnaw at his heart more painfully than the cold itself.

Here in Gaza, catastrophe cannot be measured in words. It is long nights without electricity, empty stomachs, destroyed homes, and dreams postponed to an unknown future. Yet this father clings to a thin thread of patience, because surrender would mean failing his family. He lifts his head to the sky and whispers a simple prayer: that this winter will pass, and that his children will stay alive… for that is all he has left now.

From here, we extend our hands to you.

This family urgently needs €700 to buy blankets that will protect the children from the freezing cold and to repair the destroyed walls with tarps, 💔😭

so that rain and wind no longer invade their fragile shelter. They are not asking for the impossible—only for their basic right to warmth and life. Your support, no matter how small, could be a blanket that shields a child from a harsh night, a wall that offers a moment of safety, or a spark of hope that restores a piece of this father’s shattered dignity.

Your donation is not just money—it is a humane message telling them they are not alone, and that there are still hearts that feel Gaza’s pain and believe in the right of its families to survive.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #722 )✅️

My family has no source of income.

We are struggling to afford basic needs: food, medicine, and essential care.

We are not asking for luxury.

We are asking for survival.

For dignity.

For a chance to keep my father alive.

If you can’t donate, please share.

One share can reach the right person.

One action can change a life.

Please don’t ignore us.

My daughter is very sad, no one cares about her, she wants clothes and treatment