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Imagine your newborn crying from hunger and cold while your husband lies in a hospital bed, unable to move, his body broken by an airstrike. Imagine trying to raise two children in a flimsy tent with no food, no warmth, and no way to shield them from the horrors of war.
Images: (Top) Fatima and one of her two children. (Middle) Fatima's husband, Akram, who was severely injured during the Mawasi Massacre. (Bottom, left) One of Fatima's two children. (Bottom, right) A picture Fatima took during an airstrike.
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Written by @rumiandroses
This is reality for Fatima Abo Warda and her family.
Fatima is a displaced mother of two, now seeking refuge in Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis, after fleeing the destruction in Gaza. Her husband, Akram, was critically injured during the Mawasi massacre. His intestines were cut and his leg shattered, leaving him bedridden and unable to provide for their family.
Now, Fatima is doing everything in her power to care for her children alone. Their home is a fragile tent that offers little protection against the cold and rain. Her newborn, born amid war, suffers from exposure, hunger, and lack of proper care, directly caused by the inhumane conditions that Palestinians in Gaza are forced to live under.
"We have no food, no milk for my baby, no diapers, and no hope," Fatima writes.
Some nights, they go to sleep with nothing. The conditions are so dire that even $100 could mean the difference between life and death for Akram, who urgently needs medical care.
Fatima is asking for help to buy a better tent, food, and basic supplies to keep her children alive. Every donation, no matter how small, could bring them a shred of warmth, a glimmer of hope, or even save a life.
You can donate to Fatima's GoFundMe campaign here:
I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Ma… Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
Fatima's fundraiser has been vetted by @gazavetters and is (#651) on their list of verified campaigns.
Please help us Here you will find a link to donate to families in Gaza 😔❤️🙏
What you’re about to read isn’t a story it’s what remains after a home, a street, and a future are taken away !!
Sorry for the mentions @ ,this isn’t spam, sharing this so it can reach more people🥺💔💔💔
Hello everyone 🙏
We are Anas’s family, and this is our story from Gaza.
I never imagined I would be writing something like this, or sharing pieces of our life this way, but here we are. As you can see in the photos and videos I’m sharing, everything around us has changed. The place we once called home no longer exists. We lost our house, our land, and the life we spent years building, piece by piece, with memories that can never be replaced.
Today, we live in a tent. This thin fabric is all that separates us from the cold nights, the heat during the day, and the constant fear that never really leaves. Privacy is gone, comfort is gone, and safety feels like a distant memory. Every morning starts with the same question: how will we get through today?
Simple things that once felt normal are now daily struggles. Cooking means lighting firewood, breathing in smoke, and hoping we can find enough food to last. There is no electricity, no gas, no certainty. Just survival, one meal at a time.
Inside the tent, everything is cramped. This is where we sleep, rest, and try to feel human again. There is no silence here, only the sounds of drones, explosions, and the weight of uncertainty. Nights are the hardest. Fear gets louder when the world goes quiet.
The war did not stop. It is still happening, every single day. The sky fills with smoke, the ground shakes, and we are reminded again and again that nothing here is stable. Each explosion feels closer than the last, and every moment carries the possibility of losing even more.
This video shows our street. Every house you see destroyed once held families, stories, laughter, and dreams. This is where we grew up, where we knew every corner and every neighbor. Now it’s all rubble. Walking through it feels unreal, like moving through a memory that’s been violently erased.
If you’re able to help, you can donate through this link 👇👇
Campaign Update
Asking for help is not easy. It’s humbling and painful. But the truth is, we cannot do this alone. We are trying to survive with dignity in conditions no one should ever have to endure.
If you are able, please consider donating through the link at the end of this post. We are close to reaching our second goal, and every contribution truly makes a difference.
If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as important. It helps our voices reach beyond Gaza, beyond the silence.
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