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I am a father of two children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.

Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.

My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.

I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.

I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.

Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.

I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.

Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

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noar1992

Help Noor Rebuild Her Life and Care for Her Children

I am Noor, a mother of three children: Yamen (5 years old), Tala (11 years old), and Yara (9 years old). I once lived a simple life in Gaza, filled with love and hope, but the war took everything from us.

My husband has been missing since the start of the war, and I have no idea where he is or what happened to him. Our home, our safe haven, was completely destroyed in a bombing. I had no choice but to flee with my children, moving from one place to another, with nowhere to call home.

But the suffering didn’t stop there. I was severely injured in an airstrike, leaving me unable to move my right hand entirely. I’ve undergone two surgeries so far, but my hand remains lifeless. My leg was also severely injured and requires ongoing treatment. I am unable to do even the simplest things for my children, who look at me with eyes full of fear and hope.

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I traveled to Egypt, clinging to the hope of receiving the medical care I so desperately need. However, the cost of treatment is overwhelming. The surgeries, medications, and physical therapy are all essential, but I simply cannot afford them.

My children need me, and I need your help. I don’t want to give in to pain or despair, but I cannot do this alone. Every donation you make is a lifeline for my children to feel safe again and a ray of hope for me to regain my strength and stand by their side.

Please, help me. Give me the chance to recover, to care for my children, and to be the mother they so desperately need

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*Edit: for clarity and transparency’s sake, Noor is currently in Egypt seeking medical treatmen… India S needs your support for Save Noor's

1in-kh

My 2-Year-Old Nephew Adam Needs Urgent Surgery 💔🎄

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This is my nephew Adam, only 2 years old. Adam was born with club foot, a painful condition that makes it difficult for him to walk, play, or live a normal childhood. Doctors confirmed that he urgently needs surgery, and the cost is $3,000.

Hello all, I'm managing this campaign on behalf of my friend Shada and her two children Adam and Alma. Here is their story as told by Shada:

Adam’s family has already lost everything.

Their home was destroyed, and they are now living in a tent, struggling to survive day by day. On top of displacement, fear, and cold nights, they are now facing the pain of watching their little child suffer without treatment.

💔 Imagine being two years old and unable to walk properly.

💔 Imagine being a parent who wants to help but has nothing left.

With Christmas approaching, a season of mercy, love, and giving, we are holding onto hope that kind hearts will help Adam take his first steps without pain.

✨ Any donation — even $1 — can make a real difference.

✨ If you can’t donate, please SHARE this post and the pinned post. Sharing saves lives.

Please help us give Adam a chance to walk, run, and live like any child deserves.

🙏 Donate if you can. Share if you can’t.

🙏 Please boost the pinned post for more visibility.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. Thank you for being Adam’s hope this Christmas. 🎄❤️

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My name is Nour, I’m 18 years old. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor—to help people, to heal, to bring hope. I studied hard and believed that education was my way out😭.

But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

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Be our voice in a world that’s forgotten us. Be the light in our darkness.❤️

ahmad-ziyad

In days, the Rafah crossing will open. Some will leave to survive… my mother may stay behind.

Not because she doesn’t deserve life, but because I couldn’t raise $2,000 in time.

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Two thousand dollars. Such a small amount to the world, yet it is everything to us , it is my mother’s breath, her chance to survive.

I am asking with a heart full of fear: please help us before the doors close. Any donation, any share, any voice could be the reason my mother lives.

Please… don’t let her be forgotten

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coolasice1991

Help My Mother Get Urgent Medical Treatment Abroad

£98 ($132.43 USD) / £40,000 ($54,054.78 USD)

Last donation was 1 hour ago as of typing this.

diala7sblog

My friends,

We are living in deep disappointment.

More than a day has passed without receiving any donations, and the need is still urgent.

We urgently need $150 to provide healthy food, clean water, and warm clothing for my young children.

💔 Any donation makes a difference

give a family safety,

and save a child.

If you can’t donate,

please share — a single share may save a life.

Donate now via GoFundMe.

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ahmadwaleed55

Guys, the killing has not stopped. Hunger is crushing us slowly, day after day. Gunfire surrounds us, and even tents and the last remains of our homes are not spared. There is no safety anywhere. What is happening in Gaza is not a tragedy or a conflict. It is genocide. We are not asking for sympathy. We are asking to survive. Please help us. Please save our lives.

saja-55

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

osamafamil

I am Osama, 42 years old, from Gaza I used to live a simple yet dignified life with my wife and our three… osama hamoda needs your support

It’s very cold for my children. They are freezing, and we have no warm home, no blankets, and no proper clothes.

They also need food, milk, and medical care.

We need around *50€ per day* just to cover their basic needs. ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #718 )✅️

Please help us survive.

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Please don’t ignore us.

Donate and share. ♥️🍉🙏

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diala7sblog

please please please

We only need 150 people, each donating $50, to secure a caravan that will protect us from the cold and shelter our children.

This small amount can make a huge difference in our lives.

Be one of them, please don’t ignore us… our children’s warmth is a trust in your hearts.

Save us from the tent — we need a caravan to shelter us until reconstruction begins.

We are a family exhausted by displacement and life in a tent. We are tired of constant displacement, and the tent is no longer a solution—it does not protect us from the cold or the harshness of life, especially with children suffering every night.

We urgently need a caravan as a temporary shelter until reconstruction begins and we are able to rebuild our home, God willing.

The current cost of the caravan is $7,500.

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This post will remain pinned until we are able to purchase the caravan and provide safe shelter for my children from the cold.

please please DONATE

To every kind and compassionate heart, to anyone who can help or share—after God, you are our hope 🤍

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #715 )✅️

saja-55

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

nadin2003

🕊 Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

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.

My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.

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.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.

abedmmajed-42

The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.

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.

My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

Because Gaza has no working banking system, we use my brother U.S. Stripe account to safely process donations for our family. Nothing is hidden — every dollar goes where it should. We are ready to show proof of anything, at any time.

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.

🌿✨ Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.

ahmadwaleed55

Guys,

The latest storm hit Gaza with devastating force. Freezing rain tore through the tents, flooding the places where families sleep and leaving children on cold, muddy ground. The collapsed sewage system mixed rainwater with wastewater, spreading sickness and choking smells through the camps.

My family is among those struggling to hold on.

Without donations, it means no food, no medicine, no clean water, and no protection from this brutal cold.

If you can help, even the cost of a single cup of tea, it could mean warmth, food, or medicine for my family.

Please donate and reblog 🙏💔

Dear Esteemed Donors,

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

raneen21

Please save my baby 💔

I am Raneen Saqr, 24 years old, from Gaza…My heart has no room left for new pain, and my eyes have shed every tear from the intensity of what I have witnessed.

I lived in a small house, but it was my world… a warm home, filled with laughter, safety, and the simple music of everyday life.We dreamed, we planned, we laughed… we lived like any family longing for a new beginning.

But on October 7th, war came like a black wall that collapsed upon my entire life.In a single moment… my home crumbled, my family was scattered, safety vanished, and all my beautiful memories turned to ash beneath the rubble.

I now wake to the sound of fear and fall asleep to the sound of loss.Nothing is the same anymore… everything has changed, everything has broken.And amidst this external devastation… my insides were silently crumbling.

I suffer from blood clots, a dangerous bleeding disorder, and a severe calcium deficiency. Illnesses are draining my body of its strength, my heart of its patience, and my dream of motherhood of its last breath.

I have lost my children three times… Three hearts that beat within me, gone before they were born… They died because I couldn't get the treatment that could have saved them.

They died because war takes everything… even what is yet to be created.

Each miscarriage was like another house falling inside me, another dream collapsing, a part of me dying.And what's even more painful… is that I lived through this loss alone, scared, exhausted, helpless.

Today my body can no longer bear the pain… My health is deteriorating, my heart is weakening, and my pain is growing.I live between my fear of death and my greater fear of losing the chance to become a mother again.I appeal to those with compassionate hearts… I appeal to everyone who hears my story…

I need treatment, I need to be saved, I need to keep my last dream.

Every bit of help—no matter how small—could save my body from pain… and might save my unborn child from the same fate.

My name is Ale Peña Gorbe, and I am raising funds for my Palestinian friend Raneen. This is her story, in her words:

Please help me, share my story, pray for me… for only God knows the extent of my suffering.

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ahmadwaleed55

Guys, in addition to the harsh life left by the war, today the situation becomes even more severe due to heavy rains. Children are literally crying under the rain tonight in Gaza. Their tents have collapsed, their blankets are soaked, and they have nowhere to run as storms hit the camps.💔🌧️

Entire families woke up to find their tents flooded and their few belongings drenched in cold water. More than half a million displaced families are living like this, with no roof, no tools to repair torn tents, and nothing dry to sleep on.

My family is one of them.

We lost our home completely, and the rain tonight means cold, sickness, and fear. Giving up just the cost of a cup of tea once could help us get dry blankets, food, medicine, even clean water.

Please show your humanity.

Donate and reblog. 🙏💔

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