“No one is coming to save you.” I disagree ! I believe many people made up of many small moments come to save pieces of you , even if just briefly. The mentor who believed in you . The friend who said they’re proud of you. The family member that makes you laugh . The random person who held the door for you out of nothing but kindness. The teacher who took extra time to help you understand. The person who smiled at you when you walked into a store. The little kid who looks up to you. The person who randomly complimented you. Being “saved” isn’t about being whisked away and all your hardships gone, it’s about the people and things that remind you life is not all hardships, it is kindness, love, gentleness, softness, care, thoughtfulness. It is many moments made up of your lifetime that keeps you going and showing you the world is still beautiful, and will always be. Despite.
My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.
Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺
We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔
The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.
Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.
This is our donation link.
Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
My name is Ayaa from Gaza city, I am a children’s teacher, 24 years old, living with my parents and siblings. We all used to live a peacefu
Hello friends,Thank you for your continued support, but I would like to inform you about something. Recently, donations have become very low or almost nonexistent. I don’t know exactly why, but I believe it may be due to the presence of many scammers. Unfortunately, there are some people who exploit others. However, my campaign has been reviewed and verified by trusted individuals.
I am responsible for taking care of 8 members of my family, and there is no provider or source of income for them except me. The situation is extremely difficult. The war has not ended every day there are many innocent people losing their lives for no reason.
Prices have risen drastically. For example, even a small plate of vegetable salad now costs more than $10, and many other basic items are very expensive. In addition, the value of the dollar has dropped against the shekel, where $1 is now about 2.9 shekels, while it used to be around 3.8. There is severe inflation and a very high increase in prices.
So please try to support me. If you are unable to donate, you can still help by sharing. I am trying my best to take care of my family.
I used to live a simple, peaceful life. My home was my safe place, and my children’s laughter filled it with warmth and joy. 🏠
But everything changed in a moment.
We lost our home, and now we live in a tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. ⛺ My children are still with me, but fear has replaced the safety they once knew.
I try to stay strong for them, but the truth is—I am exhausted.
Every day is a struggle. I ask myself:How will I feed them?How can I keep them safe?💔
I am asking for your help. 🙏
Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference in our lives and help me protect my children.
This is my link
Hello, I'm from Gaza 💔 "I used to live in safety... and today I'm writing to you from among the tents."
Please consider helping us through this difficult time:
Please, any donation, no matter how small, could make a difference in my family's life.🙏🙏
Hello, my name is Islam, and I am a mother of three children from Gaza.
Before the war, our life was simple, but it was filled with warmth, safety, and happiness. 🏠 Our home was our safe haven, and my children’s laughter filled every corner of it.
But in a single moment, everything changed...
We lost our home and became homeless. Today, we live in a small tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. ⛺
My children are still beside me, but fear never leaves their eyes. Every day, I struggle to provide food, clean water, clothes, and even their most basic needs. As a mother, it breaks my heart to see them suffering while feeling helpless.
try to stay strong for my children, but the truth is that I am exhausted. All I want is to give them back even a small part of the safety and dignity they have lost.
🙏 We are in desperate need of help to survive — a decent tent, food, clothing, and basic necessities for my children.
Hello, I'm from Gaza 💔 "I used to live in safety... and today I'm writing to you from among the tents."
Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. And if you are unable to help directly, please share our story. Maybe it will reach someone who can.
I am just a mother trying to protect her children in the middle of unimaginable hardship... and my children are all I have in this world 🤍
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏
Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe Home for Their Baby
Sa… Jordan Brusso needs your support for Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe H
From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
Merrick made his way to the ancient ruins. His Jedi robes still felt uncomfortable. Trying to ignore the sensory discomfort, Merrick walked up to and around a ruined column.
"Hello?" said Merrick.
"Is anyone there?"
Giggling laughter echoed around the grove. Merrick turned, and only just dodged in time as a red lightsaber blade nearly decapitated him. Its wielder was a Cathar woman. She looked only a few years older than Mission. Her eyes were not yet the sickly yellow of the Sith. The alien Force user screamed and charged Merrick, who caught her in a stasis field.
"We don't have to fight." said Merrick.
"Nobody has to get hurt."
The Cathar woman strained and struggled against the stasis field. Merrick unclipped his own lightsaber from his belt and placed it on the ground.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he said.
"I just want to talk."
With a yell the other warrior broke out of the stasis field and jumped on Merrick. Merrick tried to reach his lightsaber but he was held fast. The Cathar woman raised her red blade high. This is it, thought Merrick. I'm not a hero, I was never who Carth and Bastila thought I was in the first place. The young Jedi shut his eyes and waited for the killing blow. Merrick heard the sound of a lightsaber being deactivated and then the Cathar woman was no longer on top of him.
Merrick opened his eyes. The Cathar woman was sitting a little way away from him and sobbing. Merrick sat up. Tentatively he approached the young woman.
"Can I help?" he said.
"Nobody can help... nothing will help..." said the young woman.
"Do you want to talk about it?" said Merrick.
The two of them sat in the grove for a long, long time. The wind gently rustled the grass and the tree leaves. Eventually the young woman said:
"I am Juhani, and I am a murderer."
Merrick said nothing.
"When I slew my Master, Quatra, I knew I could never go back. And now I revel in my dark power."
"You could have killed me." said Merrick.
"But you didn't."
Juhani looked up. Merrick gave a tentative smile.
"Each moment is another chance."
Juhani gave a small smile. Merrick got to his feet.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked her.
"I... I am unsure. I must deliberate on this for a while. Thank you for your help."
Merrick located his lightsaber and began to make his way back to the Jedi Enclave. His robes were still incredibly itchy.
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My name is Tasneem, from Gaza. 🕊️
My father was martyred in the war 💔, and since then life has become much heavier… Despite everything, I worked hard and graduated high school with a 93% average 🎓, still holding on to my dream of continuing my education.
My name is Tasneem, and I'm from Gaza. My father was killed in the war , leaving us to face life alone amidst unbearable hardship. Despite
I was able to enroll at the University College of Applied Sciences and complete my first semester, but I couldn’t continue due to accumulated fees I cannot afford.
We are a family of seven 👨👩👧👦. Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️, and now we live in a worn-out tent by the sea 🌊, struggling every day just to survive.
My younger brothers, Adam and Ahmed 👦👦, are orphans growing up in hardship, and my sister Arwa was unable to start high school because we cannot afford the fees 📚.
My mother is doing everything she can 🤍, but the burden has become too much.
I am asking for a chance… to continue my education, to help my sister return to school, and to give my brothers a more stable life 🌱
Any support—even if small—can truly make a difference in our lives 🙏✨
My name is Tasneem, and I'm from Gaza. My father was killed in the war , leaving us to face life alone amidst unbearable hardship. Despite
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #683 )✅️
Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.
Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.
We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.
Every morning, Adam and Habiba dream of going to school, but due to serious financial difficulties, I can no longer afford their education.
Education is their only hope for a better future. Any support or even sharing this message could help keep their dreams alive.
Thank you for caring 🤍
Help Aya’s Family in Gaza
Hello. I am Halina, a friend of Aya in the United Sta… Halina Kraft needs your support for Shelter and Hop
From the heart of Gaza: the story of the steadfastness of a family.
I am Amer, a Palestinian man from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children in indescribable conditions. Despite all this suffering, hope remains in our hearts.
My wife, my children, and I live in a single small tent. We lack the most basic necessities, and our daily lives are full of challenges: power outages, water shortages, and difficulty in securing food and medicine.
The situation in Gaza is tragic, and we face relentless conflict every single day. But I believe that strength lies in unity, and that support, however small, can transform our family's life. I launched this campaign as a plea for hope and an appeal for help to overcome this hardship. All we ask is for the opportunity to live with dignity for my children and my family.
Hello, my name is Amer Ahmed. I am 33 years old. My family and I live in Gaza. Our life was perfect before the war, but fate decreed that wa
If you hear our story, please share it and offer your support, whether through prayer, a kind word, or any other means. Together, we can make Gaza a better place.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #683 )✅️
My name is Tasneem, from Gaza. 🕊️
My father was martyred in the war 💔, and since then life has become much heavier… Despite everything, I worked hard and graduated high school with a 93% average 🎓, still holding on to my dream of continuing my education.
My name is Tasneem, and I'm from Gaza. My father was killed in the war , leaving us to face life alone amidst unbearable hardship. Despite
I was able to enroll at the University College of Applied Sciences and complete my first semester, but I couldn’t continue due to accumulated fees I cannot afford.
We are a family of seven 👨👩👧👦. Our home was completely destroyed 🏚️, and now we live in a worn-out tent by the sea 🌊, struggling every day just to survive.
My younger brothers, Adam and Ahmed 👦👦, are orphans growing up in hardship, and my sister Arwa was unable to start high school because we cannot afford the fees 📚.
My mother is doing everything she can 🤍, but the burden has become too much.
I am asking for a chance… to continue my education, to help my sister return to school, and to give my brothers a more stable life 🌱
Any support—even if small—can truly make a difference in our lives 🙏✨
My name is Tasneem, and I'm from Gaza. My father was killed in the war , leaving us to face life alone amidst unbearable hardship. Despite
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #683 )✅️
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