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@shaimash978
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
From Gaza... from the city that drinks death in the morning and sleeps on the ruins of its dreams at night, we write to you, not with ink, but with the blood of our hearts, the weeping of mothers, and the silence of children who have grown up before their time.
Here, life is not as you know it. Here, a child does not dream of a toy, but of a sky that does not bombard, and a bed that does not shake to the sound of explosions. Here, mothers do not knit new clothes, but search through the rubble for the remains of their children. Here, the night does not pass without being heavy with blood, pierced by missiles, and covered with prayer.
We are not exaggerating when we say that we breathe the siege, eat patience, wear pain, and live with a deferred hope that we do not know when it will be fulfilled. We have lost so much: loved ones, homes, schools, features, voices... but we have not lost our dignity, and we have not forgotten that we are human beings who deserve life.
We no longer cry only from fear, but from betrayal, from the silence of the world, from the impotence of words in the face of scenes that the heart cannot bear.
Gaza is bleeding. Not just from the wounds, but from the pain of the eyes waiting for relief but never seeing it.
Amidst all this pain, we continue to write because we believe that our voice, even if it's weak, will surely be heard.
Who hears Gaza's pain?
Would you like me to add quotes or for the message to be directed to a specific person or organization?
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
From Gaza... from the city that drinks death in the morning and sleeps on the ruins of its dreams at night, we write to you, not with ink, but with the blood of our hearts, the weeping of mothers, and the silence of children who have grown up before their time.
Here, life is not as you know it. Here, a child does not dream of a toy, but of a sky that does not bombard, and a bed that does not shake to the sound of explosions. Here, mothers do not knit new clothes, but search through the rubble for the remains of their children. Here, the night does not pass without being heavy with blood, pierced by missiles, and covered with prayer.
We are not exaggerating when we say that we breathe the siege, eat patience, wear pain, and live with a deferred hope that we do not know when it will be fulfilled. We have lost so much: loved ones, homes, schools, features, voices... but we have not lost our dignity, and we have not forgotten that we are human beings who deserve life.
We no longer cry only from fear, but from betrayal, from the silence of the world, from the impotence of words in the face of scenes that the heart cannot bear.
Gaza is bleeding. Not just from the wounds, but from the pain of the eyes waiting for relief but never seeing it.
Amidst all this pain, we continue to write because we believe that our voice, even if it's weak, will surely be heard.
Who hears Gaza's pain?
Would you like me to add quotes or for the message to be directed to a specific person or organization?
My husband ran out after aid under the scorching sun. Amid the crowds and barbed wire, his body was torn apart, and his old sweatshirt, which provided no protection from the cold or the heat, was stuck. He returned bleeding, silently carrying his pain, every wound on his body telling a tale of poverty and broken dignity.
اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive
A Plea for Help from Gaza: A Family Seeking Safety
I am Shaima from Gaza, married to Ibrahim @ibrahem-88 Al-Sir.My family consists of two people. For 8 years, we had a dream of having a child to make our life more beautiful.
Hello everyone, I am Shaima, wife of Ibrahim Al-Sir, from the Gaza Strip - Khan … Abdalhadi Alserr needs your support for Help Shaima's fami
We are now living in the midst of a hellish war between death, destruction and hunger.
This is after losing everything we had, the fetus, our home, and our only source of income
I was waiting for more than 8 years to have a transplant to have my first child, but because of the war, fear, sounds of explosions and displacement from one place to another, I lost my child.
I am now living the worst days of my life because of all this. My husband and I want your help to escape from all that we are suffering and get out of Gaza to safety.
Hello everyone, I am Shaima, wife of Ibrahim Al-Sir, from the Gaza Strip - Khan … Abdalhadi Alserr needs your support for Help Shaima's fami
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اسمي إبراهيم السر عمرى ٣٥ متزوج من شيماء السر عمرها ٢٨ تزوجنا منذ ٨ سنوات ولكن لم يكتب لنا الله الاطفال عملت لزوجتي أطفال انابيب لكن لسؤ ا
