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Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her.
She doesn’t know the word “loss.”
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls — but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again —
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
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
Ahmed's father is overdue for this third chemo session. It was originally scheduled for March 10th, but we failed to meet the goal on time despite the two weeks we had to raise the money.
The doctors were able to reschedule Ahmed's dad for March 25th. Ahmed will need the money by 12 am on March 25th, eastern european standard time. That gives us 8 more data to raise whats left to cover the cost.
If you can donate anything at all, please give what you can. Try to find a non-essential expense you can cut back on and donate some of that money instead. It could be skipping your morning coffee stop on the way to work or eating at home instead of dining out this week.
Even small donations can help, if we can build momentum and keep it going. Chuffed allows donations as small as $1, if you can spare that please donate.
Current progress: $543/920
$377 left
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We only have 4 days left. We only raised $5 today. Please donate if you can. We need to get momentum going or else we are not going to be able to reach the goal.
It doesn't matter how much or how little you're able to give. If you're able to donate, anything you can give is appreciated. But please don't ignore this post if you have the ability to donate right now.
If you cannot donate, please share.
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