Palestine, a mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food.
We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent, and my children are shivering from the cold.
My son Yousef, 9 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely
Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please, your donation and help will mean a lot. We have tragedies that need you. Don't ignore me.
A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.
Hello everyone, I am Haifa, a mother of three children. My family is beautiful. My house was targeted on 12/10/2023, the first day of the wa
My children need all of you. Please help me buy food and medicine for them. 🥺💔🙏🏻🙏🏻
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#356)✅️
Friends, please look at these exorbitant prices—they're beyond what any struggling family can afford. Most of us can't even dream of buying all these essentials. But for just $10, you can help me get one essential item, and believe me, that small amount can save an entire oppressed family from hunger and despair. Please don't ignore me. 💔🙏🏻
"This is my brother Mohammed… 17 years old, from Gaza.
He’s not just a number — he’s a human with a dream, and he wants to live with dignity." ✊
I’m his brother, and today I’m sharing this video where Mohammed talks about our pain, our life, and the dream he refuses to give up — even in the middle of war.
If his voice reaches your heart, please help him continue his journey. ❤️
Donation link to support Mohammed and our family:
My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to everyone who stood with us, donated, or even shared our story.
You are the light in our darkest days. You are the hope. ⭐
My name is Elin, I am 40 years old, and a mother of three children. Not long ago, I lived a peaceful and happy life with my husband — the man who was the reason for my joy. He provided everything for us, and our home was filled with love, security, and dreams for our children😭💔
But everything changed when the war reached us in Gaza......💔
Our home, our safe place, was completely destroyed. Now we live in a torn, fragile tent that offers no protection from the cold, the heat, or the fear that surrounds us.💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
My daughter Alaa is a doctor. She once carried a message of healing and hope. But the war took her job and shattered her future. My other daughter💔, Shaimaa, was a university student.😥☹️ She had dreams and goals, but her education and hopes were stopped by the sound of bombs and destruction.
My youngest child, Adam, was badly injured. He has a skull fracture and needs ongoing medical treatment just to survive. Watching him suffer daily, without the care he desperately needs, breaks my heart in ways I cannot describe.😥💔
We also care for my elderly father. He suffers from high blood pressure and diabetes. Recently, he sustained a serious injury to his left eye, and he needs an urgent, complex surgery — but we have no access to the care he needs😭💔
I feel powerless as a mother. There is no greater pain than watching your children’s dreams fade, and their lives hang in the balance.💔🇵🇸
I know you will never let me down 🙏🥹
We didn’t choose this life. We are not just numbers on the news. We are people — families — who once had normal lives, just like yours💔😭
All I ask for is safety for my children. A chance for them to live, to hope, and to heal
I know you won't let me down🙏🇵🇸
Please, don’t forget us......🇵🇸
link gofundme...🙏
Hello, my name is Noé from France and I'm fundraising to help a friend and h… Noemie Pounder needs your support for Help Eileen's family in
Eileen and her family have come under attack by Israeli occupation forces (the Israeli army)❗
The occupation forces are currently bombing the area with gas canisters, and it is likely that they will begin shooting or shelling at any moment! 😞💔
The family is trying to escape, but three of its members suffer from physical disabilities. Adam, her 13-year-old son, has a head condition that limits his mobility.
Ala'a, her 20-year-old daughter, is unable to use her leg due to a previous injury caused by an earlier attack by the occupation forces. 💔
As for Eileen herself, she suffers from severe back pain, which makes it very difficult for her to move. 💔
Shaimaa, her 18-year-old daughter, is doing everything she can to help the family escape. 🥹💔
Eileen’s father, , lives with them in the tent.
He is 70 years old and sustained serious injuries during the war ، He has diabetes and was injured in a nearby bombing, which resulted in damage to his chest, shoulder, and right eye. He is in dire need of urgent surgery to regain his sight in it again.
Her mother She lost her life due to lack of treatment and hunger, as she was a cancer patient. May God protect us and you.
The family urgently needs transportation to escape, but it costs around $904 USD.
The situation is extremely dangerous and sensitive! We don’t know what the occupation forces are planning, and any delay could be fatal! 💔
Please share the family’s campaign and donate if you can! 🙏🏻💔💔
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We Are a Family in Gaza — We Have Nothing Left but Hope
We’ve lost our home, our jobs, our safety — and now we’re fighting just to stay alive.
We sleep under blankets of dust. We wake up to explosions. We go to sleep hungry, and sometimes we stay that way for days.
We have no source of income. No savings. Nothing left.
Your donations are the only thing keeping us alive.
We divide one meal between all of us. We drink water that isn’t clean because it’s all we can find. Our children no longer ask for toys — they ask for bread.
Leaving the house to find food could mean not coming back. But hunger doesn’t wait for safety.
We don’t want comfort. We don’t want luxury. We just want to survive.
If you can help us, you’re giving us more than food — you’re giving us a chance to live one more day.
And if you can’t donate, please share this. Someone else might be able to help.
Please, stand with us.
Will you stand with my family and help us survive?
Yes, I will donate now — whatever I can
I can donate $25 to support this family
I can't donate, but I will reblog to help
I will send prayers and help spread the word
Voting ended onMay 21, 2025
Every action matters. A single share, a heartfelt prayer, or a donation starting at just $5 could give us one more day of life.
Dear Esteemed Donors,
My name is Ahmad , and I am a 14-year-old resident of Khan Yo… Ahmad W needs your support for Help Gaza Families Secu
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(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).
“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔
I'm not okay.
I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.
I just count what's left of me... and wait.
Will I die today? 😭
Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?
Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?
But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔
Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."
I woke up screaming...
But no one heard me.💔
There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔
Please...
Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.
Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.
I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.
My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭
I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭
I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
This is Maryam, the little girl. What did she do to make her stomach so hungry? Please help us. Maryam doesn't know the taste of fruit or sweets because of the famine. She has no clothes left, nor does she have her room.
I am Arej, 27 years old, from Gaza, Palestine, mother of two girls, Talia, 5 years old, and M… Arij Soboh needs your support for please help
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