Yara family

Each day is getting harder, and support for my campaign has become so scarce that I can no longer afford food for my family and my little brother, who cries himself to sleep from hunger.

I’m not asking for much—just enough to help us survive with dignity, to eat a simple meal, to stay warm, and to stand on our feet again.

My mother is exhausted, and my father is no longer with us. As the eldest daughter, all the responsibility falls on my shoulders.

Every day, I hear my little brother cry, and I try to hide my pain, but my heart is broken, and I’m helpless without your support.

If you’ve read this far, please don’t scroll away. Even a small donation, a share, or a prayer means the world to us.

Help me continue. Help me buy bread. Help me survive.

Each day is getting harder, and support for my campaign has become so scarce that I can no longer afford food for my family and my little brother, who cries himself to sleep from hunger.

I’m not asking for much—just enough to help us survive with dignity, to eat a simple meal, to stay warm, and to stand on our feet again.

My mother is exhausted, and my father is no longer with us. As the eldest daughter, all the responsibility falls on my shoulders.

Every day, I hear my little brother cry, and I try to hide my pain, but my heart is broken, and I’m helpless without your support.

If you’ve read this far, please don’t scroll away. Even a small donation, a share, or a prayer means the world to us.

Help me continue. Help me buy bread. Help me survive.

Since the war began, I’ve become the only one caring for my younger siblings.

My father is elderly and ill — he can no longer work. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family alive.

We’ve gone days without flour. No bread. No food.

My little siblings, Ahmad and Jude, beg me for something to eat, and I cry in silence because I have nothing to give them.

We’re living in a tent after losing our home. We are afraid. We are hungry. We are exhausted.

All we need right now is some flour — just enough to make bread to fill my siblings’ empty stomachs.

Please, help us. A donation, a share, a prayer — anything can make a difference.

Even the smallest act of kindness can save lives.

📌 Donate here:

💬 Please share — your voice might save our lives.

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

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Since the war began, I’ve become the only one caring for my younger siblings.

My father is elderly and ill — he can no longer work. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family alive.

We’ve gone days without flour. No bread. No food.

My little siblings, Ahmad and Jude, beg me for something to eat, and I cry in silence because I have nothing to give them.

We’re living in a tent after losing our home. We are afraid. We are hungry. We are exhausted.

All we need right now is some flour — just enough to make bread to fill my siblings’ empty stomachs.

Please, help us. A donation, a share, a prayer — anything can make a difference.

Even the smallest act of kindness can save lives.

📌 Donate here:

💬 Please share — your voice might save our lives.

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

✅ Verified in the official list by @gaza-evacuation-funds

@irhabiya

Since the war began, I’ve become the only one caring for my younger siblings.

My father is elderly and ill — he can no longer work. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family alive.

We’ve gone days without flour. No bread. No food.

My little siblings, Ahmad and Jude, beg me for something to eat, and I cry in silence because I have nothing to give them.

We’re living in a tent after losing our home. We are afraid. We are hungry. We are exhausted.

All we need right now is some flour — just enough to make bread to fill my siblings’ empty stomachs.

Please, help us. A donation, a share, a prayer — anything can make a difference.

Even the smallest act of kindness can save lives.

📌 Donate here:

💬 Please share — your voice might save our lives.

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

✅ Verified in the official list by @gaza-evacuation-funds

@irhabiya

Since the war began, I’ve become the only one caring for my younger siblings.

My father is elderly and ill — he can no longer work. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family alive.

We’ve gone days without flour. No bread. No food.

My little siblings, Ahmad and Jude, beg me for something to eat, and I cry in silence because I have nothing to give them.

We’re living in a tent after losing our home. We are afraid. We are hungry. We are exhausted.

All we need right now is some flour — just enough to make bread to fill my siblings’ empty stomachs.

Please, help us. A donation, a share, a prayer — anything can make a difference.

Even the smallest act of kindness can save lives.

📌 Donate here:

💬 Please share — your voice might save our lives.

Thank you so much for any support you can provide 💖.🌹

✅ Verified in the official list by @gaza-evacuation-funds

@irhabiya

He doesn’t understand war. He doesn’t know what a blockade means, or why Dad can’t buy us chocolate anymore.

Every day he grabs a pen and paper, draws toys and colors, and says to me:

“Can you ask them to bring us this?”

I smile… but it breaks me inside.

He asks for simple things—while we’re out here searching for electricity, water, and bread.

He keeps asking:

“Why is there no internet?”

“Why did the world go dark?”

And I don’t know what to say… except:

A war is stealing his childhood.

We haven’t received any donations in three days.

No food boxes, no help, no message of hope.

And Ahmad still draws… still waits… still believes someone will answer.

Please, if you’re reading this—help us keep his hope alive.

Even the smallest support means the world here.

Any amount you give me will help me a lot, even if it is $10.

Pray for him. Pray for us.

Maybe tomorrow will be kinder.

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Every day that passes, I feel more overwhelmed and helpless.

I'm a university student from Gaza, and I’m in my final year.

I still haven’t paid my tuition fees — and without that, I can’t register for my internship.

This isn’t just about a degree… it’s about my future, my family, and my only way to move forward.

At the same time, my family is struggling.

We’re lacking basic essentials — food, supplies, even the simplest things are becoming harder to find.

Everything is expensive, and the situation here is beyond what words can describe.

I started this campaign because I had no other choice.

Not for luxury. Not for extras. Just to continue my education and support my family with the little I can.

Every donation, every share, every prayer makes a difference.

Please, help me reach my goal — help me stand on my feet and give back to the ones who believed in me.

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I’m a daughter from Gaza, living through hardships that words can scarcely capture. For weeks now, I’ve been running a fundraising campaign—not for luxury or personal gain, but because my family and I desperately need a chance to rebuild our lives.

I’ve worked and studied for years to become a physical therapy graduate. Today, I’m standing at the very last step of my journey—unable to pay my graduation fees and unable to collect my diploma. My future, my career, even my family’s hope in me, is all on hold.

Nothing hurts more than coming so far and stumbling not because of lack of effort, but because of circumstances beyond my control. My parents are struggling under the weight of bills and rising costs; our home is under constant pressure, and the last thing we need is one more obstacle to a decent life.

It’s been days—three long days—since my last donation arrived. Every morning I open my campaign page with a small spark of hope, only to see nothing new. The longer the wait, the heavier my heart grows, and the more slim my chances feel.

I’m not asking for charity. I’m asking for solidarity. A small contribution from you can make a world of difference. Help me pay my fees, collect my diploma, and finally step into the workforce so I can support myself—and in turn, my family.

If you can’t donate right now, please share my campaign. A simple share could reach someone who can help.

Campaign link:

Thank you for any support—no matter how small—for giving me and my family the opportunity to stand strong again.

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Donations to the campaign are few.

🚨flour is scarce, and hunger is gnawing at my children's stomachs. 🚨‼️

For months, my family and I haven't tasted any fresh vegetables or meat. Obtaining bread has become an impossible task. Hunger has reached the point where we've been forced to sell some of our personal and household belongings, which we acquired after our house was completely demolished, to raise money for our basic needs amid the skyrocketing prices of flour and other scarce goods available in the markets.

The severe restrictions imposed by the Israeli occupation authorities on the entry of humanitarian aid and commercial goods have led to the depletion of everything in the markets and the rise in prices. As a result, famine has "eaten" our bodies. Due to the intense hunger, we eat flour that is infested with weevils and insects.

Please, if you can help with even a small donation, it would mean the world to us.

Your support is our only hope to survive.🌹🙏🙏

Don't leave me, support me. Your donation will reach us. Your participation will help us achieve our goal. Please save us. 🙏🙏

Please donate here 🥺

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Any small donation can make a difference 🍉

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@irhabiya

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Please help provide food for me and my family. Every donation from you will save me, my family, and the children.

We are dying of hunger, and we are dying from fear and the bombing. Please, help us."

After once enjoying the finest kinds of food and eating whatever we wished, today we've reached a point where we can't even find a bite to eat. We are starving.

We go to bed hungry and wake up still hungry. There is no food.

Even when we try to cook something—if we can find something to cook—we suffer just to light a fire. The fire itself is a struggle: the smoke, the heat, the danger, the damage it does to our eyes and our health. How long will this go on? Please, we are desperate. We just want something to eat.

Please, help us. We need food. We are beginning you

I don’t know how long this situation, this pain, and this injustice will continue.

We are not living — we are dying.

Not a slow death, but a quick one.

And we are simply waiting for our turn.

This is the truth:

We are waiting for our turn to die.

Every single day, hundreds of people are killed in brutal, horrifying ways.

You see the images.

How can these scenes not move your conscience?

We are suffering.

Suffering from fear, hunger, cold, and the never-ending sound of bombing.

What did we do to deserve this?

What did my family do? What did I do?

We just want to live.

We want to sleep in peace — without fear, without hunger, without wondering if we’ll wake up tomorrow.

No food. No water. No shelter. No peace.

Only the constant fear of death.

I’m asking you — just one thing:

⚠️ Please help us, even if it’s just by sharing this message.

🤲 Your donation can truly make a difference.

It could give me one simple meal, some clean water, or a warm blanket.

Please... take a few seconds to imagine living like this —

for not just days or weeks, but nearly two years.

It’s terrifying. It’s unbearable.

We need your help. Your support could save a life.

🆘 From my heart… please don’t look away. Please help us.

While the world celebrates Eid with joy and feasts, here in Gaza, we have no money to buy even the simplest food.

Our stomachs are empty, our children are hungry, and the sounds of shelling echo in every corner.

No safety, no peace, no holiday spirit—just fear, hunger, and the constant roar of artillery.

We try to tell our children that Eid is a time of joy, but all they see is destruction, all they feel is hunger.

This is not Eid.

This is survival.

A day that should be filled with laughter has turned into a day of sorrow.

We are still waiting… for food, for peace, for a moment to breathe without fear.

Please, don’t forget us in your donations.

Every bit of support can help feed a hungry child, heal a wounded heart, and bring hope where it’s needed most.

I don’t know how long this situation, this pain, and this injustice will continue.

We are not living — we are dying.

Not a slow death, but a quick one.

And we are simply waiting for our turn.

This is the truth:

We are waiting for our turn to die.

Every single day, hundreds of people are killed in brutal, horrifying ways.

You see the images.

How can these scenes not move your conscience?

We are suffering.

Suffering from fear, hunger, cold, and the never-ending sound of bombing.

What did we do to deserve this?

What did my family do? What did I do?

We just want to live.

We want to sleep in peace — without fear, without hunger, without wondering if we’ll wake up tomorrow.

No food. No water. No shelter. No peace.

Only the constant fear of death.

I’m asking you — just one thing:

⚠️ Please help us, even if it’s just by sharing this message.

🤲 Your donation can truly make a difference.

It could give me one simple meal, some clean water, or a warm blanket.

Please... take a few seconds to imagine living like this —

for not just days or weeks, but nearly two years.

It’s terrifying. It’s unbearable.

We need your help. Your support could save a life.

🆘 From my heart… please don’t look away. Please help us.

I’m a daughter from Gaza, living through hardships that words can scarcely capture. For weeks now, I’ve been running a fundraising campaign—not for luxury or personal gain, but because my family and I desperately need a chance to rebuild our lives.

I’ve worked and studied for years to become a physical therapy graduate. Today, I’m standing at the very last step of my journey—unable to pay my graduation fees and unable to collect my diploma. My future, my career, even my family’s hope in me, is all on hold.

Nothing hurts more than coming so far and stumbling not because of lack of effort, but because of circumstances beyond my control. My parents are struggling under the weight of bills and rising costs; our home is under constant pressure, and the last thing we need is one more obstacle to a decent life.

It’s been days—three long days—since my last donation arrived. Every morning I open my campaign page with a small spark of hope, only to see nothing new. The longer the wait, the heavier my heart grows, and the more slim my chances feel.

I’m not asking for charity. I’m asking for solidarity. A small contribution from you can make a world of difference. Help me pay my fees, collect my diploma, and finally step into the workforce so I can support myself—and in turn, my family.

If you can’t donate right now, please share my campaign. A simple share could reach someone who can help.

Campaign link:

Thank you for any support—no matter how small—for giving me and my family the opportunity to stand strong again.

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"This is not a scene from a movie".

This is Gaza.

A child was sleeping peacefully, dreaming like any other child…

And now, only his tiny feet remain visible under the rubble of what used to be his home.

He did not hold a weapon. He was not a threat.

He was a child. A soul. A story that ended too soon.

Who heard his last cries? Who held him as the building crushed his body?

His life was stolen — in silence, in darkness, without justice.

But it’s not too late to help the ones still breathing, still hoping, still trapped.

Every donation is a heartbeat, a chance, a light in the ruins.

Please, don’t look away.

My campaign is verified by:

@bilal-sala7

@irhabiya

"This is not a scene from a movie".

This is Gaza.

A child was sleeping peacefully, dreaming like any other child…

And now, only his tiny feet remain visible under the rubble of what used to be his home.

He did not hold a weapon. He was not a threat.

He was a child. A soul. A story that ended too soon.

Who heard his last cries? Who held him as the building crushed his body?

His life was stolen — in silence, in darkness, without justice.

But it’s not too late to help the ones still breathing, still hoping, still trapped.

Every donation is a heartbeat, a chance, a light in the ruins.

Please, don’t look away.

My campaign is verified by:

@bilal-sala7

@irhabiya

"This is not a scene from a movie".

This is Gaza.

A child was sleeping peacefully, dreaming like any other child…

And now, only his tiny feet remain visible under the rubble of what used to be his home.

He did not hold a weapon. He was not a threat.

He was a child. A soul. A story that ended too soon.

Who heard his last cries? Who held him as the building crushed his body?

His life was stolen — in silence, in darkness, without justice.

But it’s not too late to help the ones still breathing, still hoping, still trapped.

Every donation is a heartbeat, a chance, a light in the ruins.

Please, don’t look away.

My campaign is verified by:

@bilal-sala7

@irhabiya