Hello my friend, we have not received any donations for two days and all the free food distribution points have closed. We are now left with only one option, which is to buy expensive food. So please, my friend, donate to us what you can and share our post so that it reaches everyone. Please, for the sake of my innocent little children, please, we are on the verge of a real famine.
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Dear reader,
I am Hussam Al-Qazzaz from Gaza, and I am wr⊠nouraldin alqazzaz needs your support for Support Hossamâs afflicted family t
Please, any donation will save us and our young children. Please, we only have a little food left.
We stood for long hours just to get a little food, but unfortunately to no avail. The free food distribution points are not working. How can they? And if they do work, they do not meet a quarter of peopleâs needs.
My children went to bed starving and tomorrow I will try again and stand in line for free food distribution and I will fight to bring food back to my children.
My friends, if you can donate to us, do not leave us in this struggle and this tragedy This is hell
I went today since morning and stood in the free food distribution queue, but unfortunately the food ran out before my turn came again, so I bought some bread with the money I had and returned home. My four children ran to me to eat the food I brought. Our main meal today was a piece of bread and a cup of tea. So please, my friend, if you can donate, donate to us so that I can save my children from famine. My children cry day and night because of hunger, and I am completely unable to do anything. Please, a small donation will save us from this hell. Share our post and donate to us. Do not ignore us. I trust you.
đž From One Motherâs Heart â Please Read đž
My name is Saja. Iâm 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 â from her first smile to her first steps â 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 â a fragile, breathless moment â 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 â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm 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 daughterâs life.
And even now â especially now â 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 Iâm 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.
Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs 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:
đ€ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
đ€ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
đ€ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
đ 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 didnât have to live t
If you canât 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 youâve never lived through war.
But if youâve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them â then you understand more than you know.
I donât want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youâve read this far â 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 itâs a lifeline.
đïž Please Take a Moment to Read Nadinâs Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. Iâve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out â not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time â a brief ceasefire â where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things â a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isnât just about survival. Itâs about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. Itâs about showing my daughter â even though I wonât mention her name here â that the world didnât forget us.
If youâve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that weâre not alone.
My name is Nadin Iâm a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on â to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there â people like you â still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined Iâd be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewâmy home, my safety, my communityâwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyâll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itâs become a daily battle just to survive.
Iâve seen things I never thought possibleâstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingâmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but itâs almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iâm trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iâm reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceâjust a chanceâto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayâmy home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a differenceâit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youâre not just helping me escape a war; youâre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
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