If this page suddenly goes silent one day, know that my brother Samer didn’t make it. I will never forget those who saw him suffering from severe bombing injuries, lacking his vital medications, yet chose silence and kept scrolling.
I feel completely shattered and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every single day. This endless nightmare has stripped us of everything, forcing me to sacrifice even my own dignity just to keep my brother and my family alive.
I want nothing from this world except to see Samer healthy and free of pain, and to save my family from this slow death. Please donate so we can afford his essential psychiatric and medical treatments before it’s too late.
Help Jaafar and his new campaign! Please help out!
Hello, my name is Elizabeth Barnes and I am a US citizen organizing this campaign on behalf of my friend Jaafar, who is raising funds to sup
Please help Jaafar and his new campaign! He had to make a new one because he couldn't get the funds from the previous one!
I am not able to donate but I am sharing in hopes that someone who can donate will see this and will donate.
Help Us Survive the Winter: A Desperate Plea for Sela and Our Future 💔🌧️🙏
The silence of a stalled campaign is a different kind of cold. As donations have dried up, the desperation in our tent has grown. I am writing this with a heavy heart, reaching out to anyone who can hear our plea. My family is at a breaking point, and we need your kindness now more than ever.
### Sela Cannot Wait Any Longer 😞🥺
My little sister, Sela, is only two years old. She has been fighting severe malnutrition, and though she is starting to recover, she is still so tiny and fragile.
Now, the freezing winter rains have become our greatest enemy. Our tent is badly torn, and every storm brings a flood inside. Our blankets and clothes are constantly soaked, and I watch Sela shiver uncontrollably in the bitter cold. I hold her to my chest to keep her warm, but I am terrified that the cold will take her from me before the hunger does.
Your donations go directly toward a sturdy, waterproof tent and the nutrition Sela needs to stay alive.
A Career Sold for a Crust of Bread 💻🚫
The war has stripped us of everything. I hold a Bachelor’s degree in Computer Engineering and have professional experience, but the starvation became so extreme that I was forced to sell my laptop just to feed my family. It was a devastating choice. Now, I am stuck in a cycle of survival that leaves no room for hope:
I spend my days carrying heavy water containers across ruins.
I spend my nights trying to start fires just to keep us from freezing.
I have no way to work, no way to study, and no way to pull my family out of this nightmare.
How Your Donation Changes Everything 💸🤲
I have launched a new campaign with a trusted friend after my previous one was unfortunately banned. Every dollar donated is a brick in the wall of our protection. We urgently need funds for:
Emergency Shelter & Food: To keep Sela dry, warm, and fed.
A New Laptop & Internet: To replace the one I sold so I can apply for remote software or data entry roles and provide for my family myself.
Medical Care: To ensure Sela’s recovery from malnutrition continues.
Please, if you can find it in your heart, donate today. Even the smallest amount is a miracle for us. If you cannot donate, please share this post—your voice might reach the one person who can help us survive.
Hi, my name is Max and I am raising funds for Mahmoud and his family who are living in Gaza. Please read his story below:
I didn't know this game took place in 2026 until recently...Crazy...Anyways I liked the dialogue at the end of the case so I have reproduced it in comic form. I hope you like it!!
My name is Abdullah. I’m only 12 years old, and I live in Gaza 💔
Before the war, I was just a boy who loved playing football and going to school. I had dreams, like every kid — to grow up, study hard, and make my father proud. We lived a simple life, but we were happy.
My name is Abdullah. I’m only 12 years old, and I live in Gaza 💔 Before the war, I was just a boy who loved playing football and going to sc
Then everything changed.
My father was killed when our neighborhood was bombed. Our home — the only place we ever felt safe — was completely destroyed. We now have nothing left but the clothes we grabbed as we ran.
Now, I’m no longer just a boy. I’ve become the one responsible for my family. I have two baby sisters — one is 3 years old, and the other is just 1. Every day, I try to be strong for them… but it’s so hard.
We live in a torn tent that doesn’t protect us from the cold. When it rains, we get soaked. At night, my sisters cry from hunger and fear, and I don’t know how to comfort them. I’m only 12… but I carry the weight of a whole family on my shoulders.
I never thought I’d be asking for help — but I have no choice.
Please, if you can, help us survive. Even a small donation can bring food, warmth, or medicine. And if you can’t donate, please share my story.
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