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I am Niha Mahmoud. I live in Gaza, which has been completely destroyed, specifically in Rafah. I was displaced to the city of Khan Yunis. I am 19 years old. My life and future have been destroyed, and my studies have stopped. 💔
I was studying at Al-Quds Open University, Faculty of Business Administration. 🇵🇸I am seriously thinking of leaving Gaza to complete my education and build my future, but I will not be able to secure the travel expenses and the expenses of studying abroad. My dear sympathetic friends all over the world, with your generous donation, even if it is small, it can save my future. 🇵🇸💔
My future and education may be lost outside Gaza. My regards and greetings to you.
I am Nuha Mahmoud. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza, specifically i… Maha Ashour needs your support for Support Nuh
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
I am Ahmed Mahmoud,34 years old, from Gaza, married with four childr… Ahmad Mahmoud needs your support for Help me save my children from dea
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #521 )✅️
Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️
In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
I am Abdullah from Gaza. 💔My family of eight was forcibly displaced from Rafah, leaving all our belongings behind. 💔😭We used to live in Rafah, but the war forced us to leave our home and live in Khan Younis. We lost our home and my father's shop, our only source of income, and now live in a very small tent with no water, food, or sanitation. 💔Our lives have become miserable. Every little contribution is valuable, and your donations, big or small, make a huge difference to my family.🫂💔
This is an account made to promote the GoFundMe of the Abdallah Family, specifically their infant child Mira. This is her.
Through the brutal oppression of Palestine, the family has been forced out of their home in Rafah and into a tent in Khan Younis. They have lost everything and are begging for help.
If you have anything you can give, please consider making even a small donation to help save Mira’s life, which is constantly in danger due to the occupation and forced starvation of Palestine.
I am Abdallah from Gaza, my family of eight was forcibly displaced since the Rafah displacement, leavi… abdallah m needs your support for He
This blog is not made by the Abdallah family. It is instead made an opperated by a friend of their friend Nuha ( @gazaniha ) to help raise awareness and support for the family.
Nuha has been vetted heavily, and has her own GoFundMe on her page (linked below)
Israel continues the massacres in Gaza.. 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!
Vetted by: @90-ghost here
Donation link:
Help my family to overcome our plight under the difficult cir… Michael Bushnell needs your support for Help Nada's family survive purposeful
Here is my story. My family of five and I were living a peaceful and stable life in our beautiful little house. We worked hard to provide a decent life for our three children, and they were proud to see our children learn and grow in a safe and stable environment. But in a sudden moment, their lives changed forever.
The disaster happened when our house was completely destroyed due to the war. They lost everything: their home, their source of income, and even their children’s education. They became homeless and insecure, living in difficult and dangerous conditions. The children, who used to go to school with joy and hope, are now deprived of their most basic rights to education, and live in constant fear.
And now. My husband and I are trying hard to secure their basic needs, but we face great challenges. Every day is a struggle for survival, and an attempt to rebuild what they lost. Despite the pain and suffering, there is still hope in our hearts that we can rebuild our lives with the support of kind people. 💔🙏🙏
We desperately need your support and donations to rebuild our home, educate our children, and provide them with a decent life. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge impact in improving our lives and restoring hope to us
"The Alaa family lived a peaceful and stable life in their beautiful home. Alaa and he… Ola Moh needs your support for Help Alaa's Family Fi
Thank you for your generosity and support
💔💔🙏
My camping vetted by:
@90-ghost
@nabulsi
@a-shade-of-blue
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #514 )✅️
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." 🇵🇸🍉🙏🏼
I am Ahmed Mahmoud,34 years old, from Gaza, married with four childr… Ahmad Mahmoud needs your support for Help me save my children from dea
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #521 )✅️
Share, donate, help us survive. 🕊️❤️
In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
My family lived a simple life filled with love and hope. Children played and went to school with joy, and my family dreamed of a bright future. However, the war destroyed our lives in Gaza. We were exposed to the horrors of war that turned our lives upside down.
On a tragic day, the war completely destroyed our home, leaving my family homeless and unprotected. The children are deprived of education and are in dire need of medical treatment due to the difficult health conditions they face. The parents are trying with all their might to secure basic needs such as food, clothing, and shelter, but limited resources make this nearly impossible. The tent they live in does not protect them from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.
My children Aya, Israa, Lian, Baraa ,aboud and Samar need your donations and generous support.
My family faces daily challenges to survive, but they hold out hope that there are kind hearts that can help us. They desperately need your support and donations to secure medical treatment for the children, provide safe shelter, and meet their basic needs.
Every donation, no matter how small, will be a ray of hope that will help them overcome their ordeal and rebuild their lives. Thank you for your generosity and support 🙏💔
I'm quickly reblogging this again as the fundraiser has changed from the previous one
From what I understand, Lean was having some trouble with her old fundraiser and her sister Ola (@/olagazza4) decided to share the funds of her fundraiser, which has been previously vetted
(Check one of my previous reblogs to see how)
I did get contacted by another account @/gazaaboud1, and when I went to do a Google Image Search on pictures on that specific account, one of them came back to Lean's old fundraiser.
So I messaged them saying that I wasn't going to reblog their post as I was worried they had stolen the image, but didn't say where I had specifically seen the image, only that I had seen it on another fundraiser.
But since then, @/gazaaboud1 has messaged me, letting me know that they are Lean. They even provided a screenshot of our previous conversation
(Below is a conversation between me and Lean (@/leangaza) that was sent by @/gazaaboud1) (I'm the grey messages and Lean is the blue messages
Here is that same message, from my perspective
This campaign is vetted by association, as Lean's sister Ola is vetted, but I do not have the proof of Ola confirming that Lean is her sister right now
So for now, they are unvetted
(I am not a vetter, I am just passing on the information I have found)
I have the proof that @/leangaza is vetted by association. I talked to both Lean and Ola, @/olagazza4, a couple of weeks ago.
Lean had changed her old fundraiser (that had problems) to Ola's in this post and when I asked her about that, she told me they were sisters. Ola was able to confirm this to me.
Ola's fundraiser has been vetted by @/gazavetters, it's #514 on their spreadsheet.
Ola and Lean are together and are taking care of their children together. They're struggling a lot keeping them safe and fed.
Lean has now changed the fundraiser in this post again to a new one. I have sent a message to both of them to confirm that this is Lean's new fundraiser, and when I receive an answer, I will update, but for now, below the cut are some screenshots of my conversations with Lean and Ola, confirming they are sisters.
(I am also not a vetter and just passing on information!)
In a humble neighborhood, a family is struggling to meet their daily needs. 💔😭The father lost his source of income, and finding a new job has become a challenge in these difficult times. 💔😭The mother does her best to manage with what little they have, but resources are running low. Their young child needs food and diapers every day, making their situation even harder.😭
With each passing day💔😭, their struggle grows. Hunger and the lack of basic necessities make life even more difficult—but with kind hearts, 😭we can make a difference.💔
In a humble neighborhood, a family is struggling to meet their daily needs. The fa… Lina Ashour needs your support for The Warmth of Giving
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety.
🧱 Every share gives our story a voice.
🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you.
For your time, your love, and your belief in us.
We will never forget it.
Today, since last night, the Israeli occupation has been committing massacres in Gaza, killing more than 40 martyrs and leaving more than 30 people missing. Homes were destroyed simultaneously over the heads of their residents, and a school and buildings in the Baptist Hospital were bombed. Please, save me and my family. I don't want to die. Please help me so we can escape. Please, I need your help with donations so my family and I can escape the war zone here. Are you waiting for me and my family to die or what? If you don't find me on Tumblr, know that I was killed by Israeli occupation bombing!!!
I don't know why everyone is ignoring me so far. I am living the worst days of our lives here. We desperately need your donations. Your donations will expedite my family's and my family's departure from Gaza!
Asmaa needs $250 urgently to save her brother's life! Anything you can give no matter how small is needed! Please consider sharing and giving whatever you can!
This genocide has taken away the entire lives of Asmaa and her brother. Their family and hopeful futures are gone, and her brother's life teeters on the hope of medical care. Any money you can give goes straight towards treating him - another surgery - and the rest goes to attempting to keep both siblings fed. The famine worsens, prices continues to rise.
Just $5 is more than you know. Please share with those in Your community who may be willing to help.
Guys i don’t want to optimize you if you still care about genocide in gaza .
But the news saying the ceasefire agreement is done and they will maybe tomorrow Announce it .
Best thing is the isareli army will withdraw from all Gaza Strip that’s mean the Rafah border crossing will back to work again so i need your support your help so I could take my brother Mohammed out to be with his Son Zayed and his wife.
And didn’t told you before my brother Omar engaged and His fiancee still in north gaza. He asked me alot to tel you about her so he can also be with the love of his life.
Don’t think your contribution is small even the one dollar helps . Sharing also helping.
Go to paypal.me/bushrabo and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
Waking up to the news the isareli army order the people in my neighborhood to leave called my brother he told me that’s he is not leaving.. and there’s heavy bombing
Unfortunately we were happy when the ceasefire started but for just one month .
We died by burning, we died by cold, we died by suffocation, we died by hunger, we died by fear, we died by grief... Our death is the only constant in all the changes that occur.
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.
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.
Go to paypal.me/JupiterVeradt and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
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
Go to paypal.me/JupiterVeradt and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
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.
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. 💚
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
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