🫂Please stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me.💔
Save family 🙏💔
I am Enas, and I have eight children. I don't know how to describe to you the feelings of war, the pain, the suffering, and the destruction we are experiencing here.
Just imagine: I lost my home, my job, and I've lived through the devastation.
We've been at war for a year or more.
I live in a small tent in the cold and winter
We can no longer bear this life here.
My daughter needs healthcare, but I am alone, and under these conditions, I cannot give her the most basic rights.
She needs healthy food, but even that has become difficult to obtain due to exploitation and the lack of the most basic resources
We are now in a state of severe famine and cannot find any kind of food
Here in the tent, we have been drowning in the heavy rains
Escaping death is so difficult that they have closed the crossing to us, and now we cannot travel, and we are still here in Gaza, in the devastation
But I launched this campaign so that my family and I can leave here when the crossing opens.
But even leaving is not easy.
Because we need coordination from Egypt, and we have to pay $5,000 per person.
I need to save my life and the lives of my family from death, and you are the only way to achieve this
Your cooperation and presence will save our lives from death.
I know you are capable of it, and I trust you. I will be grateful to anyone who helps me
I am Enas, and I have eight children. I don't know how to describe to you the feelings of war, the pain, the suffering, and the destruction
Please donate to me as much as you can. 🙏🥺😭💔
Your donation, even if it's small, could save us. It could bring a smile to the face of a child who has only known the cruelty of war🥺🙏🍉.
URGENT: YOU CAN SAVE HAMMAD AND HIS FAMILY ❤️🩹‼️🇵🇸
Campaign organizer notes at the bottom.
VETTED BY ASSOCIATION: Hammad and his family are friends with Safaa [VETTED BY 90-GHOST]
$2,940 / $20,000
The last post about Hammad’s campaign is LOSING TRACTION FAST and DONATIONS ARE DWINDLING.
We need YOUR HELP to BOOST THIS POST: PLEASE REBLOG & SHARE ACROSS ALL OF YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA.
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Meet Hammad A.
Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.
[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]
Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.
For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.
His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.
He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.
So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.
But a day came where deafening and core shaking sounds of shelling and bombardment shook the nearby area as they prepared food. Terrified, they ran for their lives. And when they were able to return, their tent has caught fire and burnt down, along with the few items in their tent that they were able to grab from their home before it was destroyed.
Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.
There is no more room for any more tragedy in his life. We cannot allow it.
While there is a lot of notes on the last post about Hammad’s campaign, traction has been dwindling fast and donations have been slowing down. I cannot emphasize enough the urgency of this campaign and how critically Hammad needs your help.
‼️ STAND IN SOLIDARITY WITH GAZA AND DONATE TODAY ‼️
Campaign organizer notes at the bottom.
Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.
Go to paypal.me/esakach and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
🚨 My Mom is on the Edge – Save Her Life Before It's Too Late! 🚨
I write these words with a heavy heart and a heavy heart. My mother, a symbol of tenderness and giving, is now suffering from unbearable pain, as she suffers from deadly blood cysts on her liver that threaten her life at every moment. The situation has become like an endless nightmare; every minute that passes brings us closer to eternal separation.
The hospital is asking for $3,789 to perform the urgent surgery, and these amounts seem unattainable in these circumstances that turn our lives into a continuous battle against death. I see the pain in her eyes, and the tears running down her cheeks, and I can only beg you with all my hope: Help me save my mother, as every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death.
This appeal comes from the depths of the heart, filled with sadness and tears, and I appeal to every kind soul to give us a second chance, a chance to keep our mother among us. If you can't donate, please share this message with everyone you know; you may be able to help save her life before it's too late.
My mom needs you now, more than ever... Please help me face these dark moments before death snatches her away from us.❤️🙏
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Hi, I am Caitlin, and I am currently running a fundraising campaign for a family who reached out to me in the Gaza Strip.
Hello, ♥️No one supports me, please help me share the link to get more donations.😢💔
💔My name is Mohammed Iyad, and I am in a very difficult situation. My house was completely destroyed, and I am currently living with my family of 9 in a small tent (4*3)
I am also responsible for my family and my little sisters. We are now in the holy month of Ramadan and I want to collect donations so that we can live and save my little sisters in Gaza.
This is a picture of me before and after the war.😢
We are facing harsh conditions and are suffering from food shortages and basic resources. 😞
❄️Winter is coming and we have nothing to wear and the tent is very cold and we are suffering from skin diseases, please help me you are my only hope don't let me down.💔👇
🙌 If you can help us, even by donate to me or sharing this link with your friends and family, it will make a huge impact Please don't let me down.
Link.♥️: https://gofund.me/0305b414
🌟I am still a young boy taking care of my family I still have life ahead of me please let's rebuild my future and make it bright.🙏💔
🌟Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who cares and wants to help us.💔
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
Trapped family in Gaza appeals for help to survive🆘🆘🍉
I am Monis from Gaza, from a family of 8, I am a cancer patient and my wife is a liver patient
I need to receive treatment quickly, but I cannot because of the war on Gaza. The health situation is very difficult, and I need your help to travel outside Gaza and receive treatment for cancer،
months of war we decided to start a donation campaign to collect $5000 per person to get out of Gaza to Egypt through coordination, my father needs to travel to receive cancer treatment outside Gaza,
A medical report indicates that I am a cancer patient, and this is a referral to travel from Gaza to receive treatment. Now I cannot leave Gaza because of the war. I need your help and support Because my health condition is getting worse every day
is our story - On October 7, our lives changed forever. My family and I left our home to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but that did not happen. Our home was surrounded and then completely destroyed. Our home, which was once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.
I we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water and safe shelter، I cannot provide young children with clothes or anything to make them forget the cruelty of war، Winter is coming and I am unable My family's needs
I appeal to the entire world to hear my and my family's sad cries in Gaza. We need a helping hand to In leaving Gaza and receiving treatment for cancer, I hope you will help me
We live in a bad place💔🍉
Our house was destroyed and we had nothing left. Now we live in a place covered with some old fabrics to cover our bodies so that people do not see us. We live in a place that does not protect us from the cold of winter.
A bad place that no one can tolerate
I can't afford a plastic cover. We want to build a new waterproof tent to protect my children from the winter. I want tarpaulins to put over the tent we live in. We are drowning from the heavy rains. Also the weather is cold. We can't live without winter supplies. The prices here are very expensive and we can't afford to buy them.
Therefore, my friend, Can you help us? and Donate to us to provide plastic cover and materials to provide the requirements for building a new waterproof tent It is suitable for living and is protected from insects and dirt that cause diseases
The goal of the donation campaign is to help us secure livelihoods by providing food, water, and shelter (a place to sleep). I am a cancer patient. Medicines must be provided to receive treatment as soon as possible. Medicines are not available in Gaza due to the war. We must travel abroad So that I can receive treatment
It would be so helpful if you could check out my GoFundMe and donate to my family. By sharing and donating, you are helping me get treatment🙏 and helping my family survive the horrors of famine and genocide. It will give us hope to rebuild our home and reclaim some of the life that was stolen from us.
If each person gave $20, you would help us live in the difficult conditions in Gaza
I hope you will donate even a little, my friends. Your donation will help us withstand this suffering.
Donation link in bio.Your donation will save us 🙏💔🍉
Thank you all 🍉🫂
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My name is Darius, an electrical engineer from California. I'm… Darius Rudominer needs your support for Help Monis and Family Escape Gaza fo
Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
Hello, my name is Jovan, and I'm fundraising on behalf of my dear friend Mahmoud. Mahmoud … Jovan I needs your support for Help Mahmoud and
Don't forget us please🇵🇸❤️ Don't forget Palestinians' life🥺🍉
They are slaughtering us for more than two years as if we are animals. Where are human rights‼️‼️‼️ I need to raise my voice to people of humanity.
Breaking News ‼️‼️
6/5/2025 6:48Am in Gaza.
Israel will take the rest of Gaza and we don't know where to go next. Also hunger is surrounding me and my family from everywhere. We are so hungry. One bag of flour reach 600$. So please do your best to save my family and help us 🙏🙏‼️‼️💔💔
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #515) ✅️
My full story 🙏💔
I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.
Dear my kind donors!
I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.
Please Save those innocent kids from war 🥺‼️🙏🙏
We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed and my kids are starving now with no enough food 😭‼️🥺After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.
This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
My lovely students before war 🥺
My lovely home 💔💔‼️
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food
The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza. The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:
1 kg of meat = $100 now there is no meat
1 chicken = 70$ there is no chicken
1 kg of fish = 100$ now it costs 200$
1 bag of flour = $200 now it costs 600$
1 kg of cooking gas = $150 now it costs 1000$
1 kg of sugar = $50
1 kg of eggplant = $20
1 kg of onions = $50
1 kg of tomatoes = $20
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line
Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz
You can support my family here
Here
Hello, my name is Areej. I was an English teacher before the war, but everything changed after October 7th.
Or directly here
Become a supporter of Support Areej family in Gaza❤️🙏 today!
Help support Tariq Shatat by donating or sharing with your friends.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #538)
Update// Israel will occupied the rest of Gaza and will have no place to go to. Also hunger is killing us slowly here. Can you imagine that the flour is 600$ for one bag. My family is 8 person and now we don't find anything to eat please help my family and support us. Everything is so expensive and unbelievable 💔💔💔.Guys we need you in this harsh conditions I'm begging you. 😭😭
I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.
For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.
I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.
Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.
Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.
I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.
This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days. Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.
I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️
So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️
Inge Kassab.
Please help here
Hi, I'm Tristan from the Netherlands, running this campaign on behalf of Inge, who tells her story below:
or directly here
Help support Inge Kassab by donating or sharing with your friends.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟
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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins
The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨
I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude,
Areej Kassab ❤️
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I am Eman from Gaza, 29 years old. I stand before you as a human being trying to protect her children. I am married and a mother of two children: waleed, 8 years old, and Layan, 5 years old.
We live a life filled with fear, hunger, and displacement. We have been displaced seven times and are now in the Mawasi area of Khan Younis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to describe what we face daily in Gaza: no food, no drink, no medicine, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, doubt, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones in Gaza.
The crossings are closed, prices are high, the stones have become more severe on us, we have not found food in the markets to eat, my children are suffering from a shortage of food, the situation here is absolutely catastrophic.💔
Now, I find myself in this difficult situation. I humbly and strongly ask you to help me save my children's lives. All we want now is to buy them some food, due to the high prices and the closure of the crossings.🍉
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Please help me to provide food for my children and save them from the famine we are living in.
Your help will greatly help alleviate our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.
Thank you to everyone who stands by us and helps us during this difficult time we are going through.🤍🥹
Urgent Appeal... My Father is in Danger, and I Need Your Help Now💔💔🇵🇸
My father's life is in your hands
I write these words with my heart almost breaking with pain, and our hope for life now resting on a miracle. My father, a man who has always been a symbol of strength and patience, whom I have witnessed throughout my life stand firm in the face of every challenge, is now too weak to fight alone💔💔
His cancer has destroyed his body beyond description. His health has deteriorated rapidly, and he is now in the hospital, in pain every moment. The doctors have told us that he needs urgent surgery abroad, an operation that might give him hope of survival. But the problem we face today is not the treatment itself, but the money. We need help; we cannot afford the costs of travel and treatment abroad, and I cannot see my father in pain without being able to help him These are reports proving that my father has cancer and this is also a referral from the hospital to leave Gaza for treatment, but there is no money to be able to do that.
I cannot describe to you how a father's heart feels when he is separated from his children in these moments of pain, nor how I felt when I saw his tears as he begged me to help him, but I was powerless, unable to secure the treatment he needed. Today, I appeal to you… not just for financial assistance, but in the hope that you will be a factor in saving the life of the dearest person to my heart.
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Every minute that passes increases the risk of losing him, and every moment of pain I see in his eyes makes the situation more difficult. He is not just a father; he is my everything, and without him, I don't know what the world would be like. Please, if you are able to help, don't hesitate. Every contribution, no matter how small, will give me hope that I can save him.
I urgently need your help. We don't have time. Time is ticking as we watch our father struggle without enough money to secure his treatment. Please, save my father's life before it's too late
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Your donation will save my father's life. Don't ignore helping my father. His life is in your hands. If everyone donates $25, believe me, we will collect the required money and save my father. Please help us.
Your donation saves my father
Share this post with all your friends so they can donate to my father.
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