I am pregnant and a mother of three, trying to protect my children while we freeze in unbearable cold. We are freezing to death. Please don’t scroll past my post without sharing or donating—every action can save a life.
If 25 people donate $25 each, we can survive this winter. Please help us now.
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Our tent was torn away, and everything we owned was flooded.
Today we are without shelter, without blankets,
and illness is worsening for me and my children with every cold night.
The danger is extremely high,
and every day without warmth means the sickness grows worse.
We urgently need blankets.
The situation can no longer wait.
Please donate now, or share this post 🙏
sharing could save a life.
⚠️ Critical notice: In two days, a very severe storm is expected to arrive,We are living in real fear with no shelter and no blankets, We urgently ask for help before it arrives and before it is too late.
Just yesterday and today, two children succumbed to the cold in the tents. They were not killed by the bombing, but by the world's silence, the holes in the fabric, and a night longer than their lives. They slept shivering without blankets, and only woke up in a memory that will continue to ask for a lifetime: How can children die from the cold and the conscience of humanity not tremble?!
It really fucking pisses me off when people try to invalidate any form of SH. SH stands for Self Harm. Self Harm literally means anything someone does to harm themselves. Whether it's something that makes their physical or mental state worse, usually intentional.
Bruising yourself is Self Harm.
Cutting yourself of any depth or severity is Self Harm.
Hitting or slapping yourself is Self Harm.
Picking at your skin is Self Harm.
Pulling out your hair is Self Harm.
Starving yourself is Self Harm.
Pushing yourself to your limits is Self Harm.
Scratching yourself or biting yourself is Self Harm.
Any form of Self Harm is valid. Whether it's physical or mental Self Harm, it's valid.
Isolating yourself is Self Harm.
Not sleeping (purposely) is Self Harm.
Overworking yourself til breaking point or a burnout is Self Harm.
If someone tells you your Self Harm isn't valid, the truth is your Self Harm is valid and their opinion isn't.
Every night I hold Qais close as his breath trembles, and I’m terrified he won’t make it till dawn. His tiny body is failing under wounds, cold, and fear. I’m begging you—don’t let my child fade while I’m still fighting to keep him alive.
When Qais collapsed beside me, I thought his small body had finally surrendered. Watching hope shrink while shrapnel still lives inside him breaks something in me every day. Please donate and speak for us—your voice is the last thread tying him to this world.
Children here suffer endlessly, but my Qais carries pain far heavier than hunger alone. He shivers from cold, injury, and the fear he cannot name. I’m begging you to keep donating—his fragile life still hangs on the kindness strangers choose to give.
We are living through the hardest days of our lives. The children are shivering from the cold in their wet clothes. Donate and share, don't leave us alone.
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
My friend Zeina from Gaza is an example of this painful silence. She has endured two years of continuous suffering, and today she and her family have no home to shelter them, nor a school where she can continue her education. They remain displaced in tents, waiting for reconstruction that has yet to begin, facing the cold of winter with bodies exhausted by fear and hunger.
Please, help Zeina and her family — they deserve safety just like anyone else. They deserve a kind hand to reach out and give back a little of what was taken from them — a home, warmth, and hope for a future worthy of a child who only dreams of life.
My name is Zeina, I am almost 11 years old, and I am the eldest daughter of Ahme… Zeina Alanqar needs your support for Help Zeina’s Family E
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Please help me rebuild my life 🙏
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
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Hello my friends
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and for standing by me through all this time.Thank God, the war has finally ended… but our suffering hasn’t.In fact, it has just begun — the struggle to rebuild our lives, to provide a decent life for our children, and to restore the future that was stolen from us.During the war, my wife gave birth to our baby girl, Masa, amid crisis and famine.Although the sounds of bombing have stopped, the cries of need remain — for shelter, food, water, and clothing. Prices are still unbearably high, and I have no source of income.That’s why I need your support now more than ever,to help me provide a dignified life for my family and rebuild what we’ve lost.
So please help me and donate 🙏
Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Mu
The war has ended, but our home was completely destroyed, and my family has nowhere to stay we have truly become homeless. I’m trying to find an apartment to rent, but the monthly rent exceeds $700, which I simply cannot afford
If you are living in a warm home that shelters you and your family, please remember that there are people who have become homeless and have no shelter from the harsh winter cold. They are asking for your help even a small donation can make a big difference in providing a monthly rent for a place to stay Please don’t hesitate to donate. Any amount, no matter how small, will help me a lot.
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