Hello friends, my name is Farah from Gaza. I help my family and my cats meet their daily needs and I hope you support me in that. And all thanks to you
In a fleeting moment, I saw a picture of my brother and everything stopped.
A strange silence filled me, as if time had carried me back to those heavy days days of war and hunger, when even the simplest things felt like miracles. Images and memories tangled in my mind until they settled on one moment I will never forget the moment of the sheep.
We didn’t know where it came from or how it found its way to us through all that destruction. It was lost, wandering, on the verge of death. Deep down, we knew that if we didn’t take it, it wouldn’t survive the harshness of the war.
We lived through days that felt like a siege, days we still don’t understand how we survived except by God’s grace. We lived on so little, counting the hours, trying to convince ourselves that tomorrow would be kinder.
And then my brother came back.
He was carrying bags of meat a sight we could never have imagined in the middle of the famine we were living through. We were shocked. We kept asking: where did this come from? How?
He sat with us and began to tell his story how he saw the sheep struggling to stay alive, how he took it, slaughtered it with his own hands, skinned it, then shared it with his friends and brought us his portion.
In that moment, the meat was not just food it was joy, it was survival, it was the feeling of life returning to us again.
We had no electricity, no refrigerator to save anything for the next day, so we cooked it all. That moment turned into a real feast. My uncles and relatives came, and we laughed despite everything as if we were stealing joy from the heart of war.
It was a different night warm, full of life, despite all the death around us.
And then everything went back to how it was.
The hard days returned, and we missed the taste of meat for a long time until that devastating war finally ended.
But that memory stayed with us, carved into our hearts, always reminding us that even in the harshest moments life can still give us a moment of warmth that will never be forgotten.
Tonight Muslims around the world are observing Laylat al-Qadr — the Night of Power.
It is believed to be the night when the first verses of the Qur’an were revealed. For Muslims, it is the most sacred night of the year. The Qur’an describes it as “better than a thousand months.”
On this night, every prayer, every act of kindness, every small good deed carries immense spiritual reward. Millions of people stay awake praying for mercy, forgiveness, and relief from hardship.
But while many people pray for ease tonight, some families are still living through war, displacement, and uncertainty.
If you happen to see this message tonight, perhaps your kindness could also be part of the goodness of this night.
For a struggling family, even a small act of support can mean food, safety, and hope for tomorrow.
Sometimes someone, somewhere, is praying for help…
and sometimes a stranger becomes the answer to that prayer. 🤍
My name is Nina Rachel and I am raising funds for my friend F… Nina Rachel Boddenberg needs your support for Farah Enaya A Fine Arts and Gra
Have you ever wondered why Palestinians hold on to their land so tightly?
Why do people stay…
even when life becomes unbearably hard?
The answer is not politics.
It is not slogans.
It is the smallest details.
It is the smell of fresh bread in the morning,
the call to prayer echoing through old streets,
an olive tree my grandfather planted with his own hands decades ago,
a home filled with memories more than walls.
In Palestine,
land is not just a place we live.
It is memory.
It is our first steps as children,
our first laughter,
our first day of school,
our first dream as we looked out of a classroom window.
But what happens when even the simplest parts of life become a burden?
When a father wakes up one day
and realizes his body can no longer work the way it used to?
When a son works day and night,
not to build his own future,
but simply to keep his family afloat?
And when a girl sits at her desk,
studying for her Tawjihi exams,
afraid…
not of the test itself,
but of having to leave school because her family cannot afford tutoring fees,
books,
notebooks,
or even the pens she needs to keep going?
This is not a story from the news.
This is my family’s story.
My sister Raghd is preparing for Tawjihi right now,
and all she dreams of is finishing her education like any student in the world.
But we are going through extremely difficult circumstances. My father is no longer able to work, and my brother works nonstop just to cover the basics of daily life.
That is why, if you are reading this now,
we truly need your support to help her with:
- Tutoring class fees
- School books
- Notebooks
- Pens and essential supplies
Any contribution — no matter how small —
can make a real difference
and help Raghd continue her education.
🔗 This is my family’s donation link:
(Click here to donate)
And if you cannot donate, sharing this story could help it reach someone who can.
I am in need of your support and help. My family needs some Ramadan food supplies and a few essential household items. I came to you today full of hope.
My small cats also need care and healthy food they are the most beautiful thing in life.
My family’s support link
My name is Nina Rachel and I am raising funds for my friend F… Nina Rachel Boddenberg needs your support for Farah Enaya A Fine Arts and Gra
My cats … oh, what can I say? They are my soul and so much more. Life has no meaning without them.
I want to speak a little about them. Chocolate, my first cat, is four years old, and I pray he is granted a long life. I have cared for him since the day he came to me; he has his own vaccination booklet and even a passport. I love him deeply and cannot imagine life without him.
Chocolate lived through the entire war of extermination, and by God’s will, he survived it safely just as we did. He endured displacement, loss, and the scarcity of medicine and food, staying by our side every single moment. When he hears the sound of an explosion, he runs and hides in a place known only to him. And when we are forced to flee, we do not look for anything or anyone but him only him. We fear for him more than anything else.
He ate dry bread, lentils, and rice, just as we did. Sometimes, he went to sleep hungry, like us. But he is an animal who does not understand patience; he would ask for food, and my heart would ache for him. I would stay awake with him, playing and comforting him until food finally arrived.
Those days have passed. Chocolate lived them with us their bitterness and their sweetness. We pray they never return, and that God protects us and protects my beautiful cats.
I will stop here for now in telling Chocolate’s story, and later I will share the story of Tinka, my other cat, Chocolate’s little son. 🐾🤍
All the love from chocolate is owner ,FARAH .
Help link for my family and cats .
My name is Nina Rachel and I am raising funds for my friend F… Nina Rachel Boddenberg needs your support for Farah Enaya A Fine Arts and Gra
