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This may be my final cry for help… for my three little children.
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We have reached a point where there is nothing left for us to rely on… except these words.
Every day, I look into my children’s eyes and see fear I cannot take away. It breaks me that I cannot give them the safety they deserve. I try to stay strong for them, but the truth is everything around us is falling apart, and we are holding on with everything we have.
My children don’t understand what’s happening… all they want is to feel safe, to sleep without fear, and to live a normal life like other children.
Right now, we are not asking for much… just a small chance to survive.
We need $1500 to reach something that could protect us and give my children a chance to keep going… but we simply don’t have it.
Please… don’t let my children face this fear alone.
Even the smallest act of kindness could help save their lives… and make the difference between them being safe… or losing everything.
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I'm a young man who lost part of his body… but I haven't lost hope. Some time ago, I lost my leg, and since that day, everything in my life has changed. The simplest things that were once ordinary have become a daily battle with pain and exhaustion.
I can no longer work as I used to. I only dreamed of living a simple life with my family, but the injury has left me unable to provide for their most basic needs.
Today I rely on the soup kitchen to bring me food. I go out every day feeling a heaviness in my heart, not only because I am hungry… but also because I am unable to provide food with my own hands as I used to.
My son needs milk and diapers. Every time I see my child, I feel helpless… because I can't provide everything he needs.
My wish isn't big... all I need is a prosthetic limb to help me stand, walk, and work again.
My campaign is verified… and my story is real.
I am not asking for luxury or a comfortable life…
I am only asking for a chance to stand on my feet again. My campaign is documented under number 23
Perhaps your participation could change my life. Your participation or support could be the reason I can walk again and provide a decent life for my family.
Help Ahmed Nasr Walk Again: A Urgent Call for Support My name is Ahmed Nasr, a young man… Ahmed Nasr needs your support for Support me so I
My family is going without food so we can save any donation for my mother’s surgery cost.💔
€600 = My mother’s life.
Any donation, no matter how small, helps us raise the cost of her surgery. This is the amount we still need.
I have written so much, my friends, but without any result.
I have exhausted every way of calling for help and pleading.
But posting feels useless—no one is showing compassion for my mother.
I have no words left… I leave it in your hands and hope you will not let me down.💔🙏
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TIME IS UP
Operation: tomorrow Remaining: $580 Simple: 25 people give $25 This only works if you act now. Donate here PayPal Verified fundraiser
LAST DONATION 22 HOURS AGO PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE
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Donate if you can, share if you can't. 🙏😭🙏
My daughters Sham and Aylul don’t understand why life is this hard…
and I don’t know how to explain it to them.😭🙏🍉
Aylul needs milk.
Sham needs food.
And I need a miracle… or just a kind heart.
We are not asking for much…
just a chance for Sham and Aylul to sleep without fear.
Every small help could mean a meal for Sham
or warmth for Aylul.
Please Donation Here 🍉🙏
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #721 )✅️
My name is Hassan Al-Taweel from Gaza!
This is not just a post…!!
this is a father asking for help for Sham and Aylul. 🙏🚨🙏🍉
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Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
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