This is an urgent plea coming from a tent drowned by rain.
Tonight has been brutally hard for us; the heavy rain pierced through our fragile tent and flooded everything we own. Our blankets, our clothes, our foodโฆ everything has become soaked and cold. My child is trembling in my arms, and I cannot find a single dry place to protect him from the cold that grows harsher with every passing moment.
In these difficult circumstances, we have no choice but to turn to the kindness of your hearts. Your support now is not just a passing gestureโit is warmth for a shivering child, food for a family struggling to survive, and a window of hope in a dark winter night.
I kindly ask for your help in these difficult circumstances, Every contribution from you is a new life granted to us.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. ๐ฉต๐
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I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef...I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't... the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.
There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world.
Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..
I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now l have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account
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The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.
My name is Darius, an electrical engineer from California. I'm making this on behalf of Mohammed Rabah, a 26-year-old man in Khan Younis, Ga
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Hello my friends, I am Alaa from Gaza, I am in dire need of your help. Godundme has deleted my campaign, so I am in dire need of your help and support again for my new campaign to provide the minimum needs for my daughter.
Please do not ignore and donate and support. My daughter is an orphan and needs your help.
Hello and thank you for visiting our page. My name is Kristina and I am helping raise funds for Alaa, a single mother in Gaza trying to surv
I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,
please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.
My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I amย 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.
The currency has collapsed, and the entire commercial exchange is on the verge of collapse. The paper value of every $100 is only $60, and the purchasing power of every $60 does not exceed $10. Simply put, $60 is not enough to buy one kilogram of sugar or one kilogram of flour! This means that work is worthless and money has no meaning. If you need $100 a day to secure a single meal of lentil falafel, fava beans, and a cup of tea... everyone is hungry. Those with good morals, principles, and values โโare the most miserable and hungry. We are going through the most difficult times. We are only talking about one thing, so what about the cost of medicine, treatment, transportation, and many other things? Some people think this is exaggerated, but unfortunately, this is the reality. In order for us to survive and be patient, even if only for a short period, we are in dire need of your help and donations. With your donation, I may be able to provide a meal or medicine.
Hi, my name is Dipa and I'm raising money for Nabila . Please take some time to read her story below and donate so that she can travel to re
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I lost my baby after 6 months of hopeโฆ No words can describe the pain ๐๐
I share this update with a heart weighed down by sorrow and heartbreakโฆ
We are still living in the heart of catastrophe. Ongoing starvation, fear, and the lack of safety have destroyed what remains of our humanity. We lost our home, our jobs, our dreamsโฆ we lost the life we once knew!
I lost my baby after six months of pregnancy. Six months during which I awaited his birth as a sole beacon of hope amid death and destruction. I held onto him as a symbol of a new beginningโฆ but he left before seeing the light of day. ๐๐ญ
The miscarriage was difficult and painful. My body could no longer endure. I became unable to move, and my health has sharply deteriorated. My heart tears apart every moment I remember that I lost my babyโฆ๐ฅน
My family and I are now suffering from severe malnutrition. Weโve lost a great deal of weight and can no longer find anything to satisfy our hunger. We need flour, basic foods, nutritional supplements, and urgent medicines so I can regain my strength and care for my child and family who are still alive and struggling every day to survive.
I know you have never hesitated to help, and you have always been a symbol of humanity. But today I write to you with the last strength I have leftโฆ because my life and the lives of my family are in your hands.
Your support now means life for usโฆ it means we have not been forgotten in this hell.
From the depths of my heart, Please not leave us alone in these moments.
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My friend, can you imagine that I have become helpless? ๐โผ๏ธ
I am Ahmed, I live with my father, but life has become very painful between hunger, thirst and other things. I went to the aid south of Rafah, where the Americans hold the aid, and I went to get food, but they opened fire on us and my leg was shot, and now I am disabled. ๐ They put iron in my leg so it wouldn't be amputated. If I don't take the necessary treatment that the doctors prescribed for me, my life will deteriorate and they will amputate my leg. But they performed a very dangerous surgery on me, and after several attempts, the operation was successful. They threatened me that if I didn't take care of myself, my leg would be amputated. ๐ญ๐ญ I had a simple life, a warm home, and my mother died. She used to fill our lives with light. But the war took everything from us... Our homes were destroyed, our dreams were burned, and all that remained was pain and fear. ๐ญ
Can you imagine that I die and my leg is cut off and I remain disabled for the rest of my life, and I am in the prime of my youth? ๐ญ๐ญ Can you imagine what it means to me? I am a person like any other human being. I went to get food so that we can live. Every day we die of hunger. The Israeli army started shooting at us and most of the people were martyred. I was shot in the leg, and in my last moments they saved my life by cutting off my leg. But after that, will I die or will my leg be cut off? ๐ญ๐ญ
My name is Darius. I am raising money for Mazen, a Palestinian man from Khan Younis who is currently trapped in Gaza with his wife and six s
Can you imagine the hunger and thirst that we live with every day? I die of hunger every day of my life. My father is sick with Sultan's disease, multiple sclerosis, and pneumonia. The doctors tell me that your father will one day pass away. He will lose his sight and stop seeing anything. Can you imagine it? ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐ No, no, I can't imagine it. I am in your hands. Please help me.
The doctors told us that we only have one option to save him: my life. An urgent and complicated surgery to save my life will be in a few days to reattach the tendons and so that I can move my leg. ๐ญ๐ Can you imagine a person who does not move his leg and remains helpless and filled with sadness over the loss of my mother? Also, my father is sick with diabetes, hepatitis, and multiple sclerosis. They said that at any moment my father will be separated from life and will stand still and live blind and unable to do anything. โผ๏ธ
Look at our meaning. I live in dilapidated tents. We go to a place about 100 meters away to go to the bathroom. ๐ We live in dilapidated tents and everything is separate from the details of life. Everything. Every day we die of hunger. I never imagined. ๐ญ
Please donate to save our lives. Please help us buy food and medicine. Please don't leave me alone here. We are dying every day. I don't want to lose my life. Help me, don't hesitate ๐๐ป
I am Asmaa Shaqliya from Gaza. We are a family of 10. We have spent the entire war together, from one displacement to another. We have been displaced seven or more times since the beginning of the war. We are extremely exhausted. We cannot afford any of the necessities of life. Our home has been reduced to rubble. Everything around us has been destroyed. We have been forced to live in schools and shelters. We cannot find a source of income. Our situation is extremely difficult. I married my cousin five months ago, and he is in the same situation as us, or even worse. We miraculously survived the bombing and destruction in Khan Younis. We went to the Mawasi area. I live in dilapidated tents. I am pregnant. I suffer from malnutrition and severe vitamin deficiency.
I need treatment. We have no money, and the water is polluted. We can barely find it. The extent of our suffering is indescribable. In the midst of this war, there is no work or anything to earn a living. The situation is extremely difficult. We cannot afford to live, and I cannot buy food or medicine. My situation is extremely difficult. We are still being massively displaced. We left without clothes or anything. That's why I created this link to help me survive. I hope you can help me. My daughter who will be born into this life.
I hope you help me and stand beside me in this bad situation and donate Wu Lu for $ 10
I am Asmaa Shaqliya from Gaza. We are a family of 10 people. We have spent the entire war together, from one displacement to another. We hav
โ๏ธ๐จRead it once and you will not regret it. It will bring you good.๐๐ฆ
There's no doubt that the sheer number of messages and requests for help from people inside Gaza makes you feel frustrated and bored. I agree with you on this, and you might even say to yourself, "I've wasted my money from the sheer number of donations I've made to the people of Gaza." But can you imagine what we've been going through every day for 17 consecutive months? Every day there's destruction, bombing, death, and devastation. Has this disaster and destruction we're experiencing made us tired or despairing?
When we ask for help from you, don't think it's easy or simple for us. It tears our hearts out and embarrasses us greatly, especially since we were from a prominent family and lived a dignified and beautiful life. I graduated from university with an excellent GPA, and my husband is also educated, but he started his own business and invested money through it.
You forced us to do this. We lost our home and our own business that used to bring us a lot of money. We lost all the necessities of life. We lost the ability to provide the simplest things to live on.
We never imagined in our lives that we would ask for help from anyone one day, but the harsh circumstances we live in
I am Eman. For more than 17 months, we have been struggling to provide a living for my family and my young children, Jourie, Misk, and Lana. Lana needs extensive healthcare as she has been afflicted with diseases and needs treatment and a clean, uncontaminated place. In addition, she needs a vaporizer due to shortness of breath. We cannot provide everything we need, firstly because of the destruction we are living in, and the other reason is the siege, the closure of the crossings, and the exorbitant prices we are experiencing. Everything has become five times more expensive or more.
used to imagine for my family and children have become a mirage in light of what we are living now. Hunger and my inability to provide the simplest things are destroying us completely. We flee our tent when the Israeli vehicles come to us in the middle of the night and the weather is extremely cold. We do not know where to go. The days have exhausted us and the famine has worn down our bodies.
This is a video of my destroyed home and my previous place of residence before I was displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis.๐ฅบ๐ญ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐
enough to make you feel the extent of the helplessness and despair that tears our bodies apart? Have you felt my sadness now and imagined everything I am going through so far? That is why we ask for your help because we are in dire need of you. You are the only hope we have left. Do not leave us to die, for you are the shining light on which we live our last moments.
We know that you are demonstrating for us and doing what you can every day. You may feel very helpless to stop the bloodshed and brutal massacres that are happening to us, but you are able to support and revive my weak family. We ask you for a helping hand. We address your hearts and minds to help my family to save it from the bloodbath that has paralyzed and harmed not only Gaza but the entire world.
If you can't donate, I ask you to share my story out of humanity and love.
As you can see now, we are exhausted. The severe blockade is a bad omen for us. We have been struck by a severe famine. We cannot provide for our livelihood. Everything is missing, and if it is found in the markets, it is very expensive. The simplest thing I can ask for now is a donation to buy me a bag of flour, the price of which has reached
More than $500, and the purchase of a vaporizer for my daughter Lana also costs over $700.๐จ๐
We are in the midst of a never-ending bloodbath. I don't want to see my children die of hunger. If they survived the bombing, I don't want to see them die of starvation, their stomachs empty. They cry every day. They want me to provide them with some bread, but I can't because I can't afford it.
Please listen and complete carefully and accurately. My husband has been suffering from a hernia in his foot for more than seven months. He needs physical therapy to walk again on his feet.The cost of physical therapy is about $700. I hope that everyone who has humanity in their heart will donate even a little towards these costs, as we are unable to cover them due to the difficult and harsh living conditions we are going through.
I'm Nicolas Alvarez, an Venezuelan American from Florida. I contacted a Gazan woman named Iman Ruqa. Iman and her family are refugees trappe
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Thank you very much for listening and for your patience with what you read about the pain and misfortunes we have been through. I know that these words may be very harsh, but this is the reality we are going through. Please accept my utmost respect, appreciation, and gratitude.Your friend and sister, Iman, mother of three girls and a husband who has been injured in his foot for more than seven months. Greetings to you all.
I have nothing... no medicine, no oxygen, no money, not even a safe place to sit and cry.
I am a mother from Gaza. From the south. From a land that has known nothing but bombing, death, and dust
From a neighborhood once inhabited by children playing... and now buried under rubble.Everything is destroyed. Everything is burned. Nothing remains. Even my voice is no longer audible
My only child is in my arms now...He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream. He breathes slowly, as if every breath is a miracle.His face is yellow...
His eyes are closed... His body is weak and cold as death.I feel him slipping away from me... moment by moment.And I can't save him.I just cry... I call his name... and I hold him tightly as if I'm fighting fate.
He was sick... severe pneumonia.I took him to the hospital, where they said his condition was critical.There weren't enough machines.
The doctors were exhausted, working without electricity, without medicine, without anything.But we held on to hope... despite the pain. Despite the cold. Despite the collapse of life around us.Then camethe occupation.
The army stormed the city.
The shelling began on us from every side.They bombed the hospitals. They bombed the streets. Even the places we thought were safe.I screamed as I ran with my baby in my arms.The doctors shouted, "Get out! Get out! The place is going to be bombed!"I saw children having their breathing tubes ripped out of their mouths, patients thrown into the streets, and mothers collapsing.I saw a nurse crying as she tried to save a child... then she too fell to the ground.I left the hospital, not knowing where to go.Bombs falling.
Corpses in the streets. Blood on the walls.Everything was silent... except my heart, which was about to explode with terror. I walked for a long time carrying my child...I was screaming, "Is anyone there? Is there a doctor? Is there oxygen?"But no one answered.All the doors were closed.All the faces were shocked.
And death awaited us around every corner.Now, my child is dying.With every passing minute... he suffocates more With every second... he dies more.And I... hold his little hand... and say, "Be patient, my love...
Forgive me, forgive me, I couldn't protect you."
They told me there was only one chance... to transfer him outside Gaza for treatment, and I would have to pay the exorbitant costs.
But how ? No money
I don't even have a blanket to cover him.
My home is destroyed. My family is under the rubble. No food. No water. No life.All I have left is this child... and these last moments with him
Please....๐ญ๐ญ๐
Help me
Before I close his eyes with my hand.Before I place him in a shroud that's too small for his tiny body. Before I bury him alone, under a tree or among the rubble...
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed Hโฆ Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov
Help me... before I bury the last beat of my heart.
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My friend, don't make me say goodbye to my father. ๐ญ The only thing left of my family. A month and a half ago, I lost my mother, who was taking her last breaths. ๐ญ๐ I don't want my father to let his last breaths be in front of my eyes, just like I lost my mother. ๐ญ๐ญ When I lost my mother, I had no choice, and now I have no choice but to lose my father. ๐ญ๐ญ I don't want my father to die. The matter seems very difficult for him. Do you imagine what I mean, my friend?
I can't write these words, I bleed while writing this, I can't describe and I scream at the doctors and tell them I don't want my father to die, but no one is with me, and my father is independent in intensive care, and his body is completely covered with wires and electronic devices inside the intensive care, and my father lives on artificial oxygen, and his swollen eyes ask me for help ๐๐ญ๐ญ and I have nothing but pain and tears ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
My father is sick with Sultan's disease and hepatitis, and they told me that either you pay to get a battery for the heart machine, or we will remove your father's oxygen and take him out of intensive care, and he will die immediately. ๐ญ๐๐ญ
My friend, please, I am begging you. Can you imagine what it means to my father and the pain inside me? Can you imagine the life I am living? My friend, your donation will save the life of a human being like us, just like each other. We must help each other, my friend.
Can you imagine my father's life shattered and trapped between death or life, just a number on a piece of paper, and my father needs your donation to save his life? ๐ญ๐๐ป
My name is Darius. I am raising money for Mazen, a Palestinian man from Khan Younis who is currently trapped in Gaza with his wife and six s
I haven't slept for days because of the conditions of saving my father. I see my father at the door of intensive care surrounded by machines and wires. My eyes are tearing up because I can't save my father and he is breathing with difficulty. I am afraid. Will this be my last day? ๐ญ๐ญ
Will my life become dark after my father's departure? ๐ญ๐ Will I continue to imagine my father in front of my eyes during his departure? ๐ญ๐ญ Imagine? Imagine?
When I hold my father's hand, I feel warmth and tenderness because there is no one in my family but my father, and I lost my sisters and everyone who cares about me, but my father is in danger and his last hours could be in a few minutes, my friend, donate when you see this, please, please, the matter is urgent ๐ญ๐ญ
I don't ask much from you. I just want my father to live and be my support. I want him to hug me and feel his warmth and tenderness and make up for the loss of my family.๐ญ๐๐ป
I beg you please my friend please help my father don't let my father go don't let my life be dark I have no one but my father please donate please my friend save my father ๐๐ป
My friend, can you imagine that I have become helpless? ๐โผ๏ธ
I am Ahmed, I live with my father, but life has become very painful between hunger, thirst and other things. I went to the aid south of Rafah, where the Americans hold the aid, and I went to get food, but they opened fire on us and my leg was shot, and now I am disabled. ๐ They put iron in my leg so it wouldn't be amputated. If I don't take the necessary treatment that the doctors prescribed for me, my life will deteriorate and they will amputate my leg. But they performed a very dangerous surgery on me, and after several attempts, the operation was successful. They threatened me that if I didn't take care of myself, my leg would be amputated. ๐ญ๐ญ I had a simple life, a warm home, and my mother died. She used to fill our lives with light. But the war took everything from us... Our homes were destroyed, our dreams were burned, and all that remained was pain and fear. ๐ญ
Can you imagine that I die and my leg is cut off and I remain disabled for the rest of my life, and I am in the prime of my youth? ๐ญ๐ญ Can you imagine what it means to me? I am a person like any other human being. I went to get food so that we can live. Every day we die of hunger. The Israeli army started shooting at us and most of the people were martyred. I was shot in the leg, and in my last moments they saved my life by cutting off my leg. But after that, will I die or will my leg be cut off? ๐ญ๐ญ
My name is Darius. I am raising money for Mazen, a Palestinian man from Khan Younis who is currently trapped in Gaza with his wife and six s
Can you imagine the hunger and thirst that we live with every day? I die of hunger every day of my life. My father is sick with Sultan's disease, multiple sclerosis, and pneumonia. The doctors tell me that your father will one day pass away. He will lose his sight and stop seeing anything. Can you imagine it? ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐ No, no, I can't imagine it. I am in your hands. Please help me.
The doctors told us that we only have one option to save him: my life. An urgent and complicated surgery to save my life will be in a few days to reattach the tendons and so that I can move my leg. ๐ญ๐ Can you imagine a person who does not move his leg and remains helpless and filled with sadness over the loss of my mother? Also, my father is sick with diabetes, hepatitis, and multiple sclerosis. They said that at any moment my father will be separated from life and will stand still and live blind and unable to do anything. โผ๏ธ
Look at our meaning. I live in dilapidated tents. We go to a place about 100 meters away to go to the bathroom. ๐ We live in dilapidated tents and everything is separate from the details of life. Everything. Every day we die of hunger. I never imagined. ๐ญ
Please donate to save our lives. Please help us buy food and medicine. Please don't leave me alone here. We are dying every day. I don't want to lose my life. Help me, don't hesitate ๐๐ป
The currency has collapsed, and the entire commercial exchange is on the verge of collapse. The paper value of every $100 is only $60, and the purchasing power of every $60 does not exceed $10. Simply put, $60 is not enough to buy one kilogram of sugar or one kilogram of flour! This means that work is worthless and money has no meaning. If you need $100 a day to secure a single meal of lentil falafel, fava beans, and a cup of tea... everyone is hungry. Those with good morals, principles, and values โโare the most miserable and hungry. We are going through the most difficult times. We are only talking about one thing, so what about the cost of medicine, treatment, transportation, and many other things? Some people think this is exaggerated, but unfortunately, this is the reality. In order for us to survive and be patient, even if only for a short period, we are in dire need of your help and donations. With your donation, I may be able to provide a meal or medicine.
Hi, my name is Dipa and I'm raising money for Nabila . Please take some time to read her story below and donate so that she can travel to re
Help support Dipanwita Roy by donating or sharing with your friends.
๐ซPlease stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me ๐๐
Save family ๐๐
My name is Enas. I have eight children of varying ages and two grandchildren.
The reality of war, pain, and destruction we have faced daily for nearly two years is indescribable. Before that, we were a normal family, like yours: we worked in various professions (accountant, school guard, nurse, etc.), held social gatherings, and celebrated birthdays. Since then, we have lost everything: our homes, our jobs, our possessions, our family members, and our friends. Our lives are in tatters.
The past three months have been hell. Constant displacement (five times), living in a squalid tent, water scarcity, and unbearable food. We eat at most one meal a day, usually canned beans or rice Even if this is found at very high prices, we go days without even a single meal a day My family and I are hungry ๐.
Escaping starvation and death seems impossible. The crossing is closed, keeping us trapped in Gaza.
I launched this campaign because it is our only hope for survival until the crossing is finally opened, or, God willing, this war ends and reconstruction begins.
You are our hope. Your contributions make a direct difference in our daily lives, and we use the funds as soon as they arrive (the total you see is the generous donations from people since the beginning of our campaign).
Every cent counts. Every contribution within your network helps us.
I will always be extremely grateful to you.
I am Enas, and I have eight children. I don't know how to describe to you the feelings of war, the pain, the suffering, and the destruction
Help us live ๐จ๐ donate to us, even if it's a little. Extend a helping hand and save us. Prices are high, and we can't satisfy our children's hunger. Can you donate $100? If you can't donate as much as you can and share my post so my children's cries reach as many people as possible. Thank you in advance๐๐ซ๐ฅน.
Please donate to me as much as you can. ๐๐ฅบ๐ญ๐
Your donation, even if it's small, could save us. It could bring a smile to the face of a child who has only known the cruelty of war๐ฅบ๐๐.
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