Palestinian from Gaza | 34 | Married | a home interior designer, but I lost my profession. I hope you will support me and my wife through the donation link to start over.
Hey, It looks like they’re flooding the market with goods, probably trying to convince the world that Gaza is fine that food is available and prices have dropped. Like sugar, for example… it used to be 500 shekels per kilo, and overnight it dropped to 50. But the crazy part is, we haven’t even tasted sugar since April we couldn’t afford it in the first place.
It’s like they drained our pockets with insane prices and now suddenly they’re pumping the markets with supplies. The flour that was 100 shekels? Now it's 25. They even dropped the commission rate from 50% to 40%. And guess what? They’re now allowing foreign journalists in to film and show the world a “normal” situation.
But for us average families we’re seeing all these goods in front of us, but we still can’t afford to buy in bulk or store anything. We’re literally living day to day. Still, part of me feels like we need to take advantage of this brief window buy and store whatever we can because I think something bigger is coming.
I wouldn’t be surprised if, within the next 3 months, they evacuate everyone to Rafah and take over all of Gaza. We don’t know… maybe we’ll make it out alive, maybe some of us will get injured. What’s coming feels heavier. InshaAllah, we’ll all make it through safely. We’re holding our ground we’re not leaving unless they force us. I don’t want to repeat what happened the first time they pushed us south and made us feel worthless.
This is an extremely sensitive and dangerous time. Sadly, the only things really helping us survive are donations and prayers.
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We are being crushed under the weight of a suffocating famine, one they impose on us slowly and deliberately, with cruel intent.
Yeah, I know this is nothing but humiliating begging and I hate what we've been reduced to but by Allah, we truly have no other means left to survive.
There is barely any food left… Maybe we can manage to get a few kilos of flour from those who risk their lives just to bring it from those cursed, death ridden distribution centers.
umm.. u know?… my wife has started fainting frequently.. Her body is weakening day by day, and her blood test results are frightening.. After her recent miscarriage, she desperately needs food and some basic vitamins just to be able to stand again.
My request is simple, but it carries the heavy weight of our survival.
Plz, consider donating even £20.. or share my message
Wallah, your support is not a luxury it is a lifeline.
Arkadaşlar böyle mesajlar çok geliyor ama link vs sahte mi bilmediğimden de paylaşmamayı tercih ediyordum. Bu az önce geldi. Yardım etmek isterseniz diye paylaşıyorum ama ben genel olarak Filistin'e başka şekillerde yardım ediyorum. Yine de paylaşıyorum.
Today, I buried my brother with my own hands.He was martyred because of receiving their damned aid. He died trying to secure a piece of bread for himself and the children.
He left us behind, alone in our pain… and left his children too. As if saying goodbye to my mother and father wasn't enough… now I have to say goodbye to my brother too.
My cousin was martyred last week when he went to get a bag of flour. The artillery hit them, killing nearly 100 people. This isn't aid. They treat us like they're hunting rats.
I was saying we were living a nightmare... but it seems like a joke.
To this extent, our blood is cheap. Aren't we human beings?!
This is my cousin, a young man who is not yet twenty years old. He was killed by hunger.
Please, I don't want to lose my brother and my husband. We will buy flour even if it costs a million dollars, and not go to death. That's why I need your support.🫶🤦🏼♂️
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Life here is always teetering on the edge of nothingness…! 💔
Today, I arrived at my family’s home in Dair Al Balah with my husband. Barely moments had passed since we stepped inside when a massive explosion thundered nearby. It was terrifyingly close... as if the earth itself shook beneath our feet as if we were living through a real earthquake.
But worse than the sound of the explosion were the shards that followed…
A tiny piece of shrapnel flew right past my young nephew.. the same child you might remember if you’ve followed my posts… the one who once cried over a piece of candy.
What a strange life this is.
A fragment so small it could be missed by the eye, yet it almost took his life. Only a few centimeters.. maybe even less.. separated it from his fragile body. I saw smoke rising from it… it was still burning, intensely hot, as if just one more degree would’ve melted it completely.
Hours later, I went out to take care of something, and by coincidence, I passed by the area that had been struck. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A place once full of life and people had become nothing but rubble. Complete destruction. A living, breathing heart silenced in an instant.
And the truly terrifying part?
This location was in the middle of a densely populated area.
Thankfully and by "Allah mercy" a warning had been issued beforehand. People had a moment, however brief, to escape. If not for that, the massacre would have been unimaginable.
We survived today… and many others did too.
But the chilling truth still hangs in the air:
Life here constantly sways on the edge of nothingness.
And do you want to know the strangest part?
Everyone tells us that coming back home is a foolish, even insane decision…
But I swear to you, there is no safe place in this entire strip.
We are all standing at the edge of the abyss
The abyss of farewell.
A farewell to a life that was never truly given to us as it should have been.
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Yesterday we were able to bring a bag of flour from the aid trucks. My husband, brothers, neighbors’ children and everyone went. There is a mechanism of chaos carried out by the occupation army. It coordinates and contacts the truck owners and orders them to get out of the trucks in the middle of the street. People come and take what is inside them. There are bandits who come with weapons and finish off the trucks completely and do not let anyone take anything. Every time we do not get anything from our share, but this time we were lucky. My brothers did not bring anything, but it is enough. There is someone who was able to.. It’s My hero hahaha .. We are celebrating now in here hahaha .. YEAH, IT'S EID GENTLEMEN 😍✌️
I am currently distributing a little to other families who did not receive anything.. We share the livelihood and so on…
“The world must know the mechanism used by the occupation here in Gaza in distributing aid. That is why I am also publishing this on fb, Substack and Tumblr. They use all means of humiliation. 😑
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Imagine spending your day waiting for a piece of bread to satisfy your hunger and feed your family.
I am doing my best to save my wife who recently miscarried due to malnutrition.
This is not a scene from a painful story; it is our daily reality in light of the closure of crossings and the prevention of aid imports.
It is a policy of starvation that is slowly suffocating us, making war seem trivial compared to the pangs of hunger and the crushing sense of helplessness.
Please help me secure food for my family before it runs out.😔💔
Today I have become homeless, moving from street to street, from house to house, from tent to tent.
Thank you, world
أنا اليوم أصبحت مشرداً من شارع إلى شارع ومن بيت إلى بيت ومن خيمة إلى خيمة
شكرا للعالم
Today when I came home to get my books and some other things, I watered the mint and thyme "Za'atar" زعتر we left..My husband fed the cats that were straying like us..I felt sad about that. I hate the occupation...💔
Displaced persons rest "street" 😑
استراحة نازح متلطم تلطم 😑
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This morning, we managed to make it out of the area out from beneath the rubble as if we were being born again… as if it were the beginning of a new life...
We were feeling our breath, just to be sure we were still alive, counting our trembling limbs, and looking at each other in disbelief as survivors after the storm.
The bombing was brutal… everything felt like the end of the world.
But we didn’t die.
We walked out, our feet sinking into the dust, and the neighborhood that once teemed with life had turned into a pale, gray painting, moaning in its silence.
I saw my favorite tree "the Kenya" still standing, still not fallen.
Just like us.
We don’t come out of war the same as we went in...
We come out with eyes that have seen more than they can bear, with hearts worn down by pain but still beating, and with a small, fragile hope
but enough to say:
“We are still here”
Here are some details from this painful morning..I tried to write it down so it wouldn't stick around like a shock!!😑👇🏻
On That Fateful Morning...
At exactly 5:15 a.m. today, 21. May..
We were both asleep, hiding as usual under the bed, lying on the ground to avoid shrapnel and drone fire.
I haven’t told you before about the early nights of displacement when my family and neighbors fled the area…
But what happened this morning was the most terrifying experience of all.
We woke up suddenly, terrified by the intensity of the explosion. Stones and smoke filled the air.
Hassan threw himself over me instantly, shielding me from the flying debris.
At first, he thought the wall of the room had collapsed on us.
As for me, I couldn’t comprehend anything… I just whispered the Shahada, feeling like I was breathing my last.
I still can’t fully describe what happened
the emotions are heavy, tangled, and stumbling.
But don’t worry…
I’m still alive...
And now... we are both in Dair Al Balah.
I miss you all deeply, and I love you, my friends...💓
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Plz don't let me and my love alone in this a fake world...
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The terrifying nighttime "symphony" of bombing has begun...!! 😐
We have been under siege for the third day in a row... and we have been unable to flee for many reasons...
The water ran out today. We hope the army will begin withdrawing from the area soon. I thank my cousin for providing us with internet access via SIM cards, even if only for short, intermittent periods..Because I'm here because of him...❤️🩹✌️
Finally, I thank you all, and I hope you don't stop talking about us. Fear surrounds us from all sides, and hunger has been consuming our bodies for weeks...
Gaza . Al Qarara 📍
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Plz don't forget us ❤️🩹☮️🫂👇
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Today, I breathed life alongside the children somehow, the air felt purer with their laughter in it.oday, I breathed life alongside the children somehow, the air felt purer with their laughter in it.
We screamed not to shatter the silence, but to free the child within us...
We played until age became meaningless, and laughed until we drowned in joy.
It felt as if the world paused to gift us a moment so pure, so deep, it could never be forgotten... 🥰
One day in Gaza, we really took a deep breath💛✌️
Don't despair, the rubble around you does not mean the end...💛✌️
Just breathe 🖤
You can help us overcome our difficulties by donating here🫂👇
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How can I explain what it means to suffer from hunger?
Not the ordinary hunger that fades with a delayed meal, but the kind that leaves a scar on the heart and an ache in the soul.
No matter how I try to describe it, the world won’t understand… won’t understand that true pain sometimes lies in the simplest of things like a "piece of candy".
Today, I found my little nephew crying his heart out, just because he wanted some sweets.
I looked at his mother… I know her well. A patient woman, but in that moment, she was helpless.
Not because we have no income we’ve learned to live with that but because there was simply no candy available, even if we had the money.
I felt sorrow for the child… but even more, I ached for my sister, and that silent heartbreak in her eyes as she watched her son cry, unable to do anything.
I rushed to him and held him tightly.
He loves me dearly… ever since he was small, he would come sleep between me and my husband, and we’d watch cartoons together, we play with cats and turtles, and I teach him how to play the guitar, eating marshmallows, cake, sweets, and chocolates the same chocolates I might love even more than he does. Lol!!
I love him so much, and I always feel like he's my own son
But today… everything was different.
As he leaned into my chest, I could almost hear him say without words:
"My crazy aunt… I know you’ll bring me what I love, like you always do."
But this time… I failed him. And I’m not used to letting anyone down especially not a child.
Can you imagine? All he wanted was a small piece of candy.
And I had nothing to give.
My heart sank, my eyes teared up, and I stood there helpless.
But God never forgets the children.
Suddenly, I remembered a small box of dried grapes tucked away in the kitchen.
I ran to get it for him…
And when I saw his smile return, it felt like I had been given the world.
He kissed me and said, “I love you, Shahad!” and giggled.
That moment… was one of the most beautiful in my life.🫂
Momentary feelings I wrote in my mind and named them...
"A Candy... and the Weight of a Nation's Pain"
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"If it weren't for the trees, I would have said goodbye to this world long ago"...💚
Finally, I left the house, and that decision was like a breath of fresh air after a long period of suffocation...
I was tired of everything, and I never wanted to leave, especially after the harsh scenes that surrounded me daily: the rubble and remnants of a once full life.
As you know, I live in a small village called "Al-Qarara," a seemingly peaceful place, but one that carries untold pain.
Last week, my steps led me to the Bedouin village, located behind our house, near the "Al Mawasi" area.
What a coincidence... or perhaps a long-overdue gift, but it arrived just when I needed it.
Imagine... There, I found the refuge I'd always dreamed of.
A place I hadn't known existed, even though I've lived here for seven years!
Can you imagine this?
Yes, it's a small, artificial lake where rainwater has collected, surrounded by nature and only what is real, isolated from the noise of the world, people, and buildings. A place full of trees that, even I imagine, if they didn't exist, I would have said goodbye to this world long ago.
There was a dreamlike serenity, a calmness like a secure embrace after a long day.
And that, quite simply, is all I want from this world.
But on the way, during my visit to the Bedouin village, I was talking to my close friend Hannah. She asked me to document my moments there and photograph some Za'atar زعتر. I laughed because Za'atar wasn't available, and all I found was "kenya"! Even the street where my house is located is known as "Kenya Street."
Sorry, Hannah... lol. 😁🫂
As for yesterday... it was my date with the sea.
That sea, with which I always thought I was at odds, especially after the recurring issue of displacement, to the point where I once wrote that we were "at odds."
But yesterday we reconciled.
We even hugged... and I confided in it things I've never told anyone, and it, in turn, whispered its secrets to me.
A rare moment of peace where I felt like I belonged to this world again.
A few days ago, my friend Kordelius gave me a song. It was a beautiful gesture, but I couldn't listen to it at the time, as its arrival coincided with the sounds of explosions that shook the place and captured my full attention. I saved it on my phone, and days passed until I found the right moment to listen.
I was on the beach, and there, where the waves whisper and the soul breathes, I pressed "play." As you know, I have no identity without music. It's my companion wherever I go, and my clear mirror amidst the chaos.
Some momentary writings I named it:
"If it weren't for the trees, I would have said goodbye to this world long ago" 💚
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