Mohammed Aoo Ahmed

@persistenthellhoundfortune

https://chuffed.org/project/122886-emergency-help-for-mohammed-from-gaza

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stupidlyfoggygiant

I am Mohammed 🤍

I am 19 years old, and I’m writing these words while trying to hold on to hope despite everything we are going through.

I had previously shared a donation link on Chuffed, but it stopped due to reasons beyond my control.

Recently, a dear friend created a new donation link to help us, and that’s why I’m reaching out again today to ask for your support and kindness 🙏

The home that once brought us together and gave us a sense of safety was destroyed by the occupation 🏚️

My father was injured in an airstrike, which caused him to lose his left eye, and he also suffered injuries to his legs that left him unable to move.

Since that day, our lives have completely changed, and the responsibilities have become heavier than I can carry at my age 💔

We are living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions.

Every donation — even a small one — helps us meet basic needs and continue living with dignity 🤲

And if you’re unable to donate, sharing the link or keeping us in your prayers means just as much 🕊️

Thank you to everyone who reads this, everyone who stands with us, and every heart that hasn’t forgotten our humanity 🤍

Your support is our hope to keep going.

(Donation link below 👇)

My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father

stupidlyfoggygiant

I am Mohammed 🤍

I am 19 years old, and I’m writing these words while trying to hold on to hope despite everything we are going through.

I had previously shared a donation link on Chuffed, but it stopped due to reasons beyond my control.

Recently, a dear friend created a new donation link to help us, and that’s why I’m reaching out again today to ask for your support and kindness 🙏

The home that once brought us together and gave us a sense of safety was destroyed by the occupation 🏚️

My father was injured in an airstrike, which caused him to lose his left eye, and he also suffered injuries to his legs that left him unable to move.

Since that day, our lives have completely changed, and the responsibilities have become heavier than I can carry at my age 💔

We are living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions.

Every donation — even a small one — helps us meet basic needs and continue living with dignity 🤲

And if you’re unable to donate, sharing the link or keeping us in your prayers means just as much 🕊️

Thank you to everyone who reads this, everyone who stands with us, and every heart that hasn’t forgotten our humanity 🤍

Your support is our hope to keep going.

(Donation link below 👇)

My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father

ummkhalid-gaza-deactivated20260

*My name is Umm Khaled, a mother of three children from Gaza 🇵🇸💔*

My name is Umm Khaled, a mother of three children from Gaza I never thought I would write such words, but war makes it impossible to remain

I never thought I would write such words, but war makes it impossible to remain silent in pain.

I lived with my children in a small, modest house, but one filled with warmth and love. We dreamed of the simplest things—to eat together, to go to school, to live in peace. We tried to cope with the siege, the power cuts, and the water shortages, but we always thanked God.

Then came the last war, and it took everything from us.

*In a single moment, the house collapsed on us.* I ran with my children, not knowing where to go. The sound of rockets, the screams of neighbors, the dust and smoke… everything was terrifying. We miraculously survived, but we lost everything. No clothes, no food, no toys, no safety.

We fled south on foot, searching for a tent to shelter us. We arrived exhausted, hungry, and terrified. Since then, we have been living in a tattered tent, amidst the cold, hunger, and fear.

My youngest son is sick from the cold and malnutrition, and I can't afford his medicine.

My eldest daughter asks me, "Mommy, will we ever go back home? Will I ever be able to go to school again?" And I have no answer.

I try to be strong for them, to smile at them despite the pain, to hide my tears every night, but I break down every time I see them sleeping hungry and without blankets.

I'm not asking for much.

I implore you, as a mother, as a human being, to look at my children as you would your own. Any donation, no matter how small, can make a difference in our lives. It can feed my children, or buy them blankets or medicine.

I have launched a fundraising campaign so that I can support my children and get back on my feet.

Even if you can't donate, please share my story. Perhaps it will reach a kind heart that will help us.

From my heart to yours,

*I pray for your peace, and I pray that God will save my children.*

Thank you for reading… Thank you for remaining human amidst this darkness 🕊💔

ummkhalid-gaza-deactivated20260

*My name is Umm Khaled, a mother of three children from Gaza 🇵🇸💔*

My name is Umm Khaled, a mother of three children from Gaza I never thought I would write such words, but war makes it impossible to remain

I never thought I would write such words, but war makes it impossible to remain silent in pain.

I lived with my children in a small, modest house, but one filled with warmth and love. We dreamed of the simplest things—to eat together, to go to school, to live in peace. We tried to cope with the siege, the power cuts, and the water shortages, but we always thanked God.

Then came the last war, and it took everything from us.

*In a single moment, the house collapsed on us.* I ran with my children, not knowing where to go. The sound of rockets, the screams of neighbors, the dust and smoke… everything was terrifying. We miraculously survived, but we lost everything. No clothes, no food, no toys, no safety.

We fled south on foot, searching for a tent to shelter us. We arrived exhausted, hungry, and terrified. Since then, we have been living in a tattered tent, amidst the cold, hunger, and fear.

My youngest son is sick from the cold and malnutrition, and I can't afford his medicine.

My eldest daughter asks me, "Mommy, will we ever go back home? Will I ever be able to go to school again?" And I have no answer.

I try to be strong for them, to smile at them despite the pain, to hide my tears every night, but I break down every time I see them sleeping hungry and without blankets.

I'm not asking for much.

I implore you, as a mother, as a human being, to look at my children as you would your own. Any donation, no matter how small, can make a difference in our lives. It can feed my children, or buy them blankets or medicine.

I have launched a fundraising campaign so that I can support my children and get back on my feet.

Even if you can't donate, please share my story. Perhaps it will reach a kind heart that will help us.

From my heart to yours,

*I pray for your peace, and I pray that God will save my children.*

Thank you for reading… Thank you for remaining human amidst this darkness 🕊💔

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Urgent Appeal 🥊

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

My name is Mohammed. I am 18 years old and live in Gaza City. I am still at the beginning of my life, dreaming of a better future. My father

Please don’t let me down 🙏❤️‍🩹

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