Hi friends !! This is the campaign link for my friend Manar (@manar.abbod on instagram) !
A personal message from her:
I am a mother who lost my husband and children, leaving me with only my surviving daughter. Today we live in dire circumstances, struggling every day to survive. A small donation will save our lives.
This is her campaign link:
I am fundraising on behalf of Manar and her daughter Lama. The young mother and daughter are displaced in Gaza and require evacuation for ur
Thank you so much if you help share and/or donate !!
idk why no one helped my sister. I can't describe her pain; she cries uncontrollably and can't move or eat. She's been isolated from her friends. Her skin condition is severe and burns intensely. The medication is very expensive because it's not allowed in our country!!
Please don't ignore my sister's tears and help me provide her with medicine before it's too late.
Hi again, friends !! I wanted to share my friend Shabahās (@issa_._family on instagram) campaign for himself & his family.
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Here is a personal message from him:
I am Issa, a 25-year-old, but in Gaza I grew up a hundred years in one night. Yesterday I was building my future in trade, and today I am the father, mother, and bond of six lives under the rubble.
Pain in words:
The Hunger of the Littles: Two children who do not understand the meaning of āsiege,ā ask me with tears every night: āWhen are we going to eat, Issa? " I have nothing but silence for them.
My sister's injury: The siege added to the severe injury to my sister in the eye by the shelling, and today she is battling pain without treatment.
Aid is looking at the wreckage: my once-dwelling hands are now searching in the rubble for a clean drink of water or a dry breadcrumb.
We don't ask for the impossible, we ask for our right to stay. Your donation is not just money, it is a piece of bread, a cure for my sister's damn, and Amal tells us that the world has not forgotten us yet. šš
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The aim of my project is to continuously help and support Issa with supporting his family through the aftermath of genocide.
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Thank you so much if you help share and/or donate !!
Hi friends !! Iād like to help share my friend Nagham Mohammedās (@nagham_family on insta) donation link ! Thank you so much if you help share or make any donations !!
Hi everyone !! God bless all of you š¤ This is the link to my friend Ibrahimās (@ibrahimtareqj1) fundraising campaign !! Thank you so much if you share or donate, I hope all of you are doing so so well !!
As many of you know, Ibrahim and his family have faced much hardship over the paā¦ Becky Jones needs your support for Ibrahim is getting ma
hi everyone !! this is a donation link for my friend, Fatimah from Gaza ! (@fatimahthegazawarrior on instagram) thank you so much if you share or donations !!
Her personal message:
Hello dear friend š¤ I'm from Gaza. My family and I are doing our best to survive through these hard times. Your kindness can bring us hope and relief. Please consider donating through the link below to help us meet our basic needs and rebuild what we've lost. Every contribution counts your support means everything. May peace and blessings be upon you all.
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Are you waiting for my sister to die before u help her? I'm not ashamed to say this: because of the terrible living conditions in the camps, surrounded by rodents, my sister contracted SCABIES She needs your help. Scabies lesions cover her body and are very painful. She urgently needs treatment and medication. Please help her.
Hi everyone !! This is the donation link for my friend Hadeel (hade_el76317 on instagram) !! She is actively studying Public Administration and Policy online but her tuition fees are almost due for the new semester !! Thank you so much if you help or share her story, she is the sweetest and deserves the best !!
Hello everyone, I am Mohammed, a university student from Gaza. In Gaza, our universities were destroyed, but our will was not broken. I am a student who refuses to let war stop the dream of education.
I am currently the sole provider for my family of 7, and we are struggling daily for basic necessities. I am sharing my photo and story here to connect with kind hearts.
Please reblog, leave a comment, or just a dotāitās just a dot or any interaction with my post, but it makes a huge difference and signals a boost! Every little bit keeps us holding on. Thank you so much. šā¤ļø
We need more of this. Public shaming in front of their families. The nerve of the war-criminal: please don't tell my children I played a huge role in the mass-murder of children.
There are children in Gaza who need help. Donate if you can You're the only hope They need education, donate and share.
Hello everyone, I am Mohammed from Gaza. I have created this blog to share our daily reality and to seek support for my family during these challenging times. Any help, whether through donation or by reblogging this post, means the world to us and helps us secure basic necessities.
If you would like to help or know more details, please feel free to send me a direct message (DM). Thank you all for your kindness and humanity. ššµšøā¤ļø
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, Iām 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach ā from Gaza.
Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple lifeā¦ a dignified life.
But the war didnāt just destroy my home and business āit shattered my ability to dream.
Today, Iām not asking for dreams.Iām asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open ā no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.
We are in a catastrophic famine.
We go days without food.
We faint in the street from hunger.
Our bodies are giving up.
And stillā¦ the world remains silent.
My mother has a heart condition ā she needs medicine and special food.
Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure ā worsened by hunger and cold nights.
Her body is shrinking before my eyes.
And meš?
Iāve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up againā¦ because they need me.
What do you call this life?
Sleeping on the dirtā¦ watching your family starveā¦ praying your heart doesnāt stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Pleaseā¦ donāt turn away from me.
Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my motherās heart gives out.
Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before itās too late.
Iām not asking for luxury.
Iām not asking for comfort.
> Iām begging for survival.
Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Pleaseā¦ save us from this hunger.
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, Iām 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach ā from Gaza.
Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple lifeā¦ a dignified life.
But the war didnāt just destroy my home and business āit shattered my ability to dream.
Today, Iām not asking for dreams.Iām asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open ā no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.
We are in a catastrophic famine.
We go days without food.
We faint in the street from hunger.
Our bodies are giving up.
And stillā¦ the world remains silent.
My mother has a heart condition ā she needs medicine and special food.
Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure ā worsened by hunger and cold nights.
Her body is shrinking before my eyes.
And meš?
Iāve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up againā¦ because they need me.
What do you call this life?
Sleeping on the dirtā¦ watching your family starveā¦ praying your heart doesnāt stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Pleaseā¦ donāt turn away from me.
Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my motherās heart gives out.
Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before itās too late.
Iām not asking for luxury.
Iām not asking for comfort.
> Iām begging for survival.
Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Pleaseā¦ save us from this hunger.
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and sheās missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesnāt shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my childrenās hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akramās pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
Donation link
I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Maā¦ Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
My husband, my love, my support, and the father of his children, asked me to leave him to his fate, to leave him to his destiny, to leave him while he is injured and unable to free himself.ŲGo with my children, we escape death without him, I refused that, I cannot leave my companion and life partner, please share my story, donate if you can, help me go with my husband and children to a safer placeš„ŗš
Donations are very weak, please donate to me through the links... Please, my trust in you is high, I know why you did not leave us alone to die... I want to save my family, please
