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Save my orphan children
I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭
Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.
I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.
My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭
I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹
Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world
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My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry I… Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he
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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
Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.
We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.
My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.
Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.
We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.
Please help me.😭🙏🙏
This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.
Here you can donate to the families in Gaza. We have collected $5450/ $20,000.
This video shows ongoing, systematic demolitions in Gaza.
Homes are being destroyed, neighborhoods cleared, and entire areas wiped out even now, while a ceasefire is supposedly in place.
People are watching their houses disappear piece by piece.
Not during fighting.
Not in the middle of airstrikes.
But after everything, when they were told it was safe to breathe again.
The destruction didn’t stop.
It just became quieter.
These images show displacement tents set up right next to a heavily damaged building.
The building was hit before and is leaning, at risk of collapsing at any moment.
Families are living in these tents because they have no other place to go.
There are no safe areas left, no intact homes, no shelters to move to.
Leaving this spot doesn’t mean safety it just means being displaced again.
So people stay.
Not because they feel protected,but because this is the last option they have They sleep knowing the building beside them could fall.
They wake up hoping it doesn’t.
This is not temporary living This is forced survival.
Donate for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I'm distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I'm terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
Urgent Appeal 🥊
Hello my friend 👋
Please, my friend, don't ignore me. My father is seriously injured and has lost his left eye.
Hi! My name is Al, and I created this fundraiser for my friend Muhammad in Gaza, since Chuffed is restricted by the Israeli government. He i
I'm Mohammed, 19 years old, and I'm living in incredibly difficult circumstances that words can't describe 💔. Some time ago, my father suffered a serious injury that resulted in the loss of his eye, and since that day, our lives have changed completely. I've become the sole provider for my family and responsible for meeting their basic needs 🥀
Our house was completely destroyed 🏚️, and we have no shelter left. We now live in a simple tent ⛺ that lacks even the most basic necessities. We suffer daily from the cold ❄️, lack of food 🍞, and a lack of security 😔. Every day that passes brings more pain and suffering.
I'm writing to you today with great hope that you will stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. After God, I have no one but you, my friend 🤲. My sister needs to pay her school fees 🎓 so she can continue her education, and I am completely unable to provide this amount due to our circumstances.
Any help from you, no matter how small 🤍, could ease our suffering and give my family new hope 🌿. Your support won't just change our day, it could change our entire future ✨ Please, my friend, don't ignore me 💔
"Friends outside of Minnesota please read. I'm sharing a post written by a personal friend and medical doctor: Friends outside MN, you need to know what is happening here. Everyone knows that ICE shot and killed a woman here on Wednesday. But that’s not the only thing that’s going on:
ICE agents are cruising areas with immigrant-owned businesses, and kidnapping patrons and employees alike. Yesterday they abducted two US citizen employees at a suburban Target, one who was begging them to allow him to go get his passport to show them.
ICE is going door to door in immigrant-heavy neighborhoods, asking residents where their immigrant neighbors live. Read that again. If it sounds like something out of your high school history textbook, that’s because it is.
ICE is targeting schools and school buses. They pepper sprayed teenagers and abducted two school staff members at the high school up the street from me on Wednesday. Police are literally escorting school buses to ensure children can get to school and home safely. The Minneapolis Public Schools have moved to virtual learning for the next 4 weeks because it’s unsafe for children or teachers to physically come to school.
They are targeting hospitals and clinics. Patients are scared and are cancelling their appointments or just not showing up. Kids are missing their checkups and vaccines, folks aren’t getting their cancer care, etc.
They are smashing windows in cars and homes.
ICE is increasingly picking up Native Americans—again, targeting folks based on skin color alone.
They are arresting and beating legal observers. A friend of a friend had her arm broken yesterday. Folks are showing up at local hospitals, brought in in ICE custody, with severe injuries that are absolutely inconsistent with mechanism of injury reported by ICE. (Think: patient appears to have been beaten unconscious, while ICE agent says he slipped and fell.) I can’t emphasize enough that these ICE agents do not have warrants. There are 2,000+ agents here and they are simply hunting for anyone that’s not white. It doesn’t matter if you’re a citizen or a green card holder, they will kidnap you first and ask questions later. But the community is fighting back.
Protests are happening every day.
Community groups have been leading know-your-rights sessions for months, often to packed venues.
Whistles are being distributed by the thousands, carried on keychains and worn on coat zippers, always at the ready to be blown in warning if ICE is spotted.
Drivers are following ICE vehicles, blaring their horns in warning.
Businesses are locking their doors even while open to keep employees and customers safe. As I type this, I’m standing guard at the locked door of our neighborhood burrito joint while I wait for my takeout order, so the employees can focus on their jobs. The place is packed with neighbors supporting this small business.
Anti-ICE signs are posted everywhere. The community is making it crystal clear that ICE is not welcome here.
Parents and neighbors are standing guard outside schools, organizing carpools, and escorting kids to and from school on foot.
Parents of kids in Spanish-immersion daycare (there are a LOT of these daycares here!) are keeping their kids home so the teachers don’t have to take the risk of coming to work.
Churches and community groups are holding fundraisers to buy and deliver groceries to families who don’t feel safe leaving home.
Mutual aid money is going out to folks who can’t make rent because they can’t work or because a breadwinner was abducted, or who need a warm place to stay after their home’s windows were smashed. THAT is what is happening here. This fight is ongoing and it’s horrifying to watch. But we are not backing down. To my friends in other cities and states, don’t think for a minute that this won’t happen in your town. It will. Be ready. Learn from us, as we have learned from Portland and Chicago and New York. Fight back. Don’t let us get to the last line of Martin Niemoller’s poem.” -Grant Boulanger
Here's an AP news brief with a little more info. It's limited in the way major news outlets are right now but provides context that supports the personal account shared.
If you want to help Minnesota, here is a list of places to donate to including rent relief, food aid, and legal organizations
Original Post: Keith Porter was tragically taken from us by an off-duty ice agent, and his family is seeking justice during this difficult time. Every donation can help support their fight for truth and accountability. Please consider clicking the link below to contribute or share it with others who might want to help. Thank you for your support! https://gofund.me/530afb61e
https://gofund.me/530afb61e
Updated link for Keith's family's gofundme
My 43-year-old son, Keith, was tragically killed on New Year's Eve in Northri… Keith Porter needs your support for Support for Keith’s Daugh
My name is Rami. I’m 20 years old from Gaza.
Our home in northern Gaza was destroyed by airstrikes 💔. We ran under fire 🔥, leaving everything behind. Since then, we’ve been displaced seven times — from the north to Khan Younis, to Rafah, to Deir al-Balah, back to tents ⛺ in the north, again to the south, and now in western Gaza.
My name is Rami, I’m 20 years old, and I’m from Gaza City.
Each place we go, we carry only fear 😔, exhaustion 😞, and the hope of survival 🙏. We sleep in tents, with no electricity ⚡, no clean water 🚱, no safety 🚫. We wake up to more uncertainty every day.
We lost our home, our stability, and the life we once knew 💔. But we haven’t lost our will to live 💪.
We just want to be safe 🕊️. We want to live with dignity 🏠. We want the world to know what we’re going through 🌍.
Greetings, can you help me?
My name is Sanaa, and I'm from Gaza. My children are living in the open, my husband suffers from chronic illnesses, and my son was injured in the war. We have endured hunger, fear, and displacement. I now need help to try and build a small shelter to protect us from the winter cold. My son needs care and treatment, and we don't even have enough to eat. I ask you to donate to help me, and I am grateful.
My campaign number is #192. My campaign has been verified by: @gazavetters
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I am collecting money to help my injured brother and my elderly father to get out of Gaza for treatment because he was shot in the neck with
for those wanting to help venezuelans affected by the bombings through donations, these are currently the best ways to go. will add more links as more is set up
cruz roja (red cross)
doctors without borders
AFSC has launched a call to action! Stop illegal attacks to prevent another endless war
My name is motasem write these words with a heart overflowing with pain. The war has left me with nothing. It took my job, my only source of income, and it took my brother… a piece of my soul is gone and will never return. I am a father to a young child who looks to me every day, hoping for safety, and a husband I try to support in a world crumbling around us.
But the truth is harsh: the most basic necessities of life—food, water, medicine, even a sense of security—have become a distant dream.
Every day we live is a new battle for survival.Not for luxury, but for life itself. I am not seeking pity, nor am I asking for the impossible. All I want is a chance to survive… a chance to save my family, to get them out of this hell,and to give my child a life free from fear.Your contribution—no matter how small—can make a real difference. It could mean a meal, medicine, or a first step toward a safer place. It could mean a future. From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who reads this, to everyone who shares it, and to everyone who lends a hand in a time when humanity is so rare.
Just your support means so much.
Go to paypal.me/motasemjaper and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
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 food… 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 gesture—it 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. 🩵🙏
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #152 ) ✅
This campaign has also been verified by @90_ghost ✅
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"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
I am Ahmed Mahmoud,34 years old, from Gaza, married with four childr… Ahmad Mahmoud needs your support for Help me save my children from dea
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #521 )✅️
Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️
In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
Every donation creates a smile. Be part of those smiles.
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🌅 After the War… We Begin Again
The days have passed heavily — filled with fear, destruction, and loss. We lost almost everything: our home, our memories, and even the simple feeling of safety we once had. But despite everything, hope still lives within us. We believe we can start over — rebuild a life worthy of those who endured so much pain. 💔
The war is over, yet its echoes remain inside us. Today, we live among the ruins that were once our home, trying to rebuild not only the walls but the spirit that held us together. We need your support to bring back a sense of normal life, to rebuild our home, and to return the smiles to our children’s faces.
We want to turn this rubble into a new beginning. To tell the world that we are still here — still dreaming, still working, still hoping. Help us build a better future. Help us restore what the war has taken away. Help us start again with dignity and hope.
🙏 Donate now and help us rebuild our life:
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
💌 From the bottom of our hearts, thank you to everyone who stands with us. Every bit of support, no matter how small, means a new start for us. You are bringing light into the darkest moments of our lives. We will never forget your kindness and solidarity. ❤️
