I don’t even remember what silence feels like anymore.
Here, every night is filled with the sound of bombs and the cries of people searching under the rubble for what’s left of their loved ones.
My family has been displaced more times than I can count. We sleep in tents, on cold ground, carrying only the weight of our grief. I lost my sister, her children, our home, our memories—everything. Sometimes I wonder how my heart is still beating when so much of it is already gone.
But I’m still here, writing these words, hoping someone out there will see us… will care. Because survival is not just about food or shelter. It’s about knowing that our pain is not invisible.
If you read this, please don’t scroll past. Share, donate, or simply remember us. Your smallest act of kindness is life to us.
Every day, hunger sweeps through Gaza, slowly killing children, stealing lives, and shattering the dreams of entire families. Hunger here is not just a feeling—it’s a deadly struggle that consumes fragile bodies and extinguishes innocent hope.
We don’t ask for miracles, only the simplest right: the right to live. The right to feed a child, to heal the sick, to keep a family’s hope alive.
Every donation, no matter how small, brings light into the darkness of hunger. Don’t let pain be silent—share, give, and be the voice for those who have none.
My name is Nour Al-Najjar from Gaza. I used to work as a teaching assistant at the university and I got a scholarship to complete my master's degree. I live a happy life with my family, but the rosy life was not complete because of the harsh war that robbed me of my work, my university, and some of my colleagues and students. Our house, in which I lived all my memories, was demolished and instead we all live in one tent that is not suitable for living. The biggest shock in this war was when my 9-year-old nephew Yassin was killed in this war and our hearts were broken. Now I and my large family live in a tent, suffering from homelessness, hunger, illness, and fear of losing another person. Winter is coming and we do not have blankets for ourselves or even for our tent. My younger brothers suffer from skin diseases due to pollution and contaminated food and water. They need medicine and healthy and clean food. Out of humanity and brotherhood, I ask you to help me live so that we can survive this war
I am writing to you today from a very difficult situation. My family and I are living amidst the devastating war in Gaza, and we urgently need to move to a safe place. We kindly ask for your support in sharing our fundraising campaign so we can secure a safe haven for ourselves and our loved ones. Any assistance or sharing from you would mean a lot to us during these challenging times.
I'm starting to feel frustrated. I didn't receive any donations for 3 days. The situation is getting worse, and I am tired of living while the bombing continues. Be the reason to save us.‼️⁉️💔🙏🔄
This is the case of our little ones. From the tents and diseases due to the lack of clean water, help my little sister, we can't lose her as well. 💔 Help us and donate to her only this time, every dollar helps us💔You couldn't donate, just please share