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Please help me and don't ignore me.

I'm Bilal. I suffered a severe injury in the war, resulting in the loss of my eye and a large part of my intestines. More than 18 cm of my intestines were severed. My home and workplace were destroyed, and I'm now unable to support myself due to the injury. I'm completely helpless. I'm not asking for much; we're living a living hell. The bombing never stops, and the suffering never ceases.

We live in a dilapidated tent, and my tent has been bombed several times. Now my children have scabies due to the lack of hygiene and the sand.

I'm just trying to care for my children and provide them with the bare necessities. Please, if you can't donate, you can share and talk about my suffering.

Now they finally have a chance to continue.

If you can’t donate, don’t worry.

Just reblog it.

It costs nothing, but it might reach someone who can actually change everything.

My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.

But the war took everything from us… 💔

In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.

After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.

Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.

The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.

I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.

Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.

Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.

Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.

Please help me and don't ignore me.

I'm Bilal. I suffered a severe injury in the war, resulting in the loss of my eye and a large part of my intestines. More than 18 cm of my intestines were severed. My home and workplace were destroyed, and I'm now unable to support myself due to the injury. I'm completely helpless. I'm not asking for much; we're living a living hell. The bombing never stops, and the suffering never ceases.

We live in a dilapidated tent, and my tent has been bombed several times. Now my children have scabies due to the lack of hygiene and the sand.

I'm just trying to care for my children and provide them with the bare necessities. Please, if you can't donate, you can share and talk about my suffering.

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

"Thank you, my dear friend, for your support and for reposting my campaign. But unfortunately, reposting alone is not enough because I desperately need financial help. Please imagine that since yesterday, we have not been able to eat; there isn’t even a piece of bread in our home, and this is incredibly difficult for us. Imagine seeing your children go through an entire day without being able to eat even a single bite. That is why I am desperately asking you, with all my heart, to help me if you can, even with $10 or $20. Any amount would mean so much to us right now. Please, my friend, I’m begging you. 🙏💔"

After reading these words today, I keep asking myself: what am I supposed to do now?

Please try to support and help us.

Please try to share our story and speak about our suffering. 🥹💔

Over the past few days, I asked for your help to cover Eid expenses and to buy medication for my parents. Yesterday, we experienced a very nearby airstrike that caused significant damage, including damage to our tent.

We are living with fear every moment. Every minute feels uncertain, and the war has never truly ended. The situation continues to worsen, and I could lose my life at any moment.Please do not forget my family and loved ones. Any support you can provide, even to help us repair the damage, would mean so much to us. We urgently need your help.These are some photos showing the damage and the area that was bombed. Please support and help us in any way you can. We need everything.😭💔

You can watch a wider video of the area through this link.Click here

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Please, don't wait until tomorrow to help—tomorrow may be too late.

My mother is fighting through unbearable pain while time is slipping away, and every moment without treatment may make saving her even harder.

If there is compassion in your heart, please don't let this plea pass by as just another post. Donate now and be the reason my mother gets another chance to live. If you can't donate, please share this message. It may reach the one person who can save her.

My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.

But the war took everything from us… 💔

In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.

After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.

Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.

The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.

I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.

Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.

Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.

Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

"Please… don’t let my child’s pain go unheard. 💔 While I was trying to save my little Ibrahim and secure his final surgery, two days of horror passed over us. Constant bombing surrounded us, and the last strike hit a building next to our tent, destroying our shelter, clothes, food, and everything we owned. Thankfully, we were warned and survived, but now we have no safe place to stay. I urgently need $2,000 for a new tent and tarps to protect my children.Regarding Ibrahim’s surgery, I have canceled the idea because I cannot secure the remaining amount of money needed. I will have Ibrahim’s surgery at a government hospital, without proper care, treatment, or sterilization. I have no choice but to do that. The shelter is more important now because I am actually on the street. Even though I am staying at my grandmother’s house, the building where my grandmother lives is very small and my siblings are there too. Now I will be on the street — me, my husband, and my children — and these children do not deserve to live on the streets." Maram's family has lost a home, which will greatly affect the state of their health, especially Ibrahim and his brothers Malek and Zlad. Donate so this family can afford to have a tent, including other basic necessities and supplies. Remember, it costs $2,000.

This family is at risk of having to live in the streets, where they lose even more protection from the horrible conditions that cover over Gaza.

If you want Maram and her family to struggle less, please donate any amount you can give to their campaign. If not, share to those who can and are willing. Every action matters.

Only $500/$2,000 has been raised. Please, donate before this gets any worse for Maram and her family. Help them buy a new shelter, with basic needs, so that they can be safe from the cold of the night, and the heat from the sun.

If you have even just a spare dollar, don't hesitate to donate. Remember, without a tent, this person, their spouse and 3 young kids would live in the hard streets, risking themselves to injuries and infections.

Please don't turn away, they've already lost so much due to the violence in Gaza. Please donate, and share/reblog if you can't.

Since the time they lost shelter, they had to live in the streets, until a rabid dog had attacked their oldest son Malik. Now he is at risk of dying from the poison, and treatment is only possible at $500.

The donations have stopped 2 days ago.

Please think about what they're going through right now. Their family is constantly injured, they live in the streets, and they still have to face the constant bombing that happens in Gaza.

It doesn't have to be this way. You could change it, with big and small actions. A dollar is enough to bring them hope. A share/reblog brings more people to help. You could save a life.

This is a vetted fundraiser (Gazavetters #575).

Vetted by association I’m ayoosha-stuff friends

Hello friends, I am Yasmin from northern Gaza Strip. I am 27 years old, a mother of two children, Sila and Youssef, and I have been married for more than 7 years.

I was studying Journalism and Media at the University College, and I had both a home and a job. But because of the war, I lost my home, my work, and everything I owned.

My family’s house was also destroyed, and now we have nothing left except a worn-out tent whose torn walls cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter.

My husband is injured. He was involved in a traffic accident while trying to get aid, and he is now disabled and unable to work.

My children have suffered from malnutrition due to the lack of food and proper nutrition.

That is why I am only asking for your help and support. I am here trying to save what is left of my children’s lives. They are between life and death.

Please, try to support us and donate whatever you can.