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We wake up afraid from bombing and unfortunately the war return again. 💔💔💔
I'm so afraid about my family and my kids please help us evacuate from this place we are crying now and screaming because of the strength of bombing around us.
please help us everything is very dangerous and we return to the killing people. you can support us and my family by donating or sharing my compaign.
Hello all, my name is Jess Rapoza from the USA. I am raising money on behalf … Jess Rapoza needs your support for Please Save Khaled and Nan
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.
We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.
This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.
Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.
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I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.
Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.
We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.
I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years
A mother of eight children. I write to you as I struggle to protect them from hunger, cold, and the death that follows us every moment. We are living in the heart of hell—under relentless bombing, without shelter, without food, without medicine. War has taken everything from us, even our dreams.
My daughter lost her husband—he was martyred before her eyes by the Israeli army, leaving her child an orphan before he could even speak his first words. Our home, the only place that once gave us safety, has been completely destroyed. Now, we have nothing but the sky raining fire upon us and the ground that can barely bear our pain.
My youngest child has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and needs urgent surgery, but how can I provide him with treatment when we don’t even have food to eat? How can I save my children from hunger and illness when I have nothing left but my voice to plead for help?
Please, do not leave us alone in this suffering. Any help, no matter how small, could save my children’s lives. Your donation could give them a chance to survive this nightmare we live in every day.
I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years
Help us… Save my children… Do not leave us to die.
Don't make me say goodbye to my child while he's still breathing... Don't let his last breaths be before my eyes while I'm helpless! 💔😭
I'm not writing these words... I'm bleeding them, screaming them, holding on to them as if they're the last lifeline before everything else sinks. My child is lying in front of me now, his tiny body connected to wires, his eyes half-open as if begging for life, as if pleading for my help... But I have nothing but tears, nothing but pain, nothing but this last plea!
They told me, "Either you pay immediately, or we'll disconnect his respirator."
Can you imagine the meaning of these words? Can you imagine being told that your child's life is just a number on a bill? Being given a deadline to say goodbye as if his death is inevitable, for no reason other than that I'm poor?!
I haven't slept in days. I watch his chest rise and fall with difficulty, counting his breaths as if I'm saying goodbye to each one, and waiting... Will this be my last? Will I be shocked now? Will everything stop while I stand helpless?
Imagine holding your child in your arms, feeling their warmth, hearing their weak heartbeat… but knowing that you may only be hours, or maybe minutes, away from losing them. Imagine hearing their breathing as they slowly die, and you don't even have the power to scream to save them!
I'm not asking for much… I just ask for my child to live! To see him run, to hear his laughter again, to feel his tiny arms wrapped around me, instead of holding his body in my arms!
Please, I beg you, by anything, by any amount, by any means… Don't let him go! Don't let this darkness swallow our lives!
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My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Ahmed H… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Ahmed Hammad Prov
Don't let my son be a story told after his passing… Make him a story of survival! 💔😭
My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced.
🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.
But how do you rebuild a life when there’s nothing left to start with?
🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.
My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
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