Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, weāve now reached $12,837āa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
š A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, Iāve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itās in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iāve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
ā21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborās House Was Destroyedā
A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
ā22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsā
This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
šæ What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, weāre still here.
Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeāand for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
Your support reminds us that weāre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weāre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us:
Youāre walking this road with us.
And that gives us the strength to keep going.
š What You Can Do
If youāve already donatedāthank you beyond words.
If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
My name isĀ Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
āØ Why It All Matters
This isnāt just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itās about surviving war with dignity.
Itās about believing in tomorrow. Itās about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity.
Youāve helped me find my voiceāand I will use it to keep hope alive.
š From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
Thereās something I need to sayāsomething thatās been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnāt know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fearāfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iām learning as I go. Iāve slowed down. Iām more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came fromāand I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude,
Mosab and family ā„ļø
"I am Abdel-Majeedā¦ writing to you from the heart of hunger and bombardment"
Peace be upon you,
I never imagined Iād write a plea to the world like thisā¦
But today, I have no other choice.
My name is Abdel-Majeed.
Iām a father to a baby girl who hasnāt even turned one š¶,
and a husband to a patient, broken-hearted wife ā
she has nothing left but her tears and prayers.
We are now living under a sky raining fire š„
and on a land with no food and no water š«š§.
Hunger is eating us alive.
The shelling never stops.
Even the soup kitchens have closed š· ā
And the only hope left is in the hearts of the kind and merciful ā¤ļø.
I know the world is tired.
I know everyone is struggling.
But I am writing to you from deep pain ā
From the heart of a father with nothing left:
No milk š¼, no bread š, not even a drop of hope.
A bag of flour here costs $600 šø.
Can you imagine?
"I am Nadineā¦ an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." šø
Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. š We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a homeā¦ we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. š
Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. š Because she is here, I must stay strong. šŖ Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for herā¦ even though my world is broken.
We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. š¤
I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. Iām not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyoneā¦ All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. āØ
Life here doesnāt go as it shouldā¦ but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. š Maybe you canāt change everything, but you can change one day in our livesā¦ And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. š«
My name is Nadin Iām a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on ā to hope, to our families, to any piece
Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayerā¦ all of that makes a difference to us. š
Thank youā¦ from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. š· From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. š
šø From One Motherās Heart ā Please Read šø
My name is Saja. Iām a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow ā from her first smile to her first steps ā surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment ā a fragile, breathless moment ā when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark ā hiding, holding on, praying.
Iām writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterās life.
And even now ā especially now ā I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iām Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatās why I keep going.
Iāve launched a campaign to ask for help ā not because itās easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
š¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
š¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
š¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
š If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didnāt have to live t
If you canāt give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youāve never lived through war.
But if youāve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them ā then you understand more than you know.
I donāt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youāve read this far ā thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itās a lifeline.
I hope you're doing well. Today, Iām reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.
š A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.
š A small $5 donation could bring hope where itās desperately needed.
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Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the worldāthank you for standing with us! šāØ
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
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's usāhuman beingsāsomehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like Iām being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Breadājust breadānow costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if youāre reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and Iām reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. š
The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. š
Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. šš
Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. ā¤š
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