The World Is Celebrating Eid. My Family Is Melting Inside a Tent in Gaza
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Dear friends of Palestine, friends of Gaza and friends of my family in Gaza!
FINALLY!!! We are at 99% of our goal in our campaign to evacuate the living hell of Gaza and rebuild our life in Ireland!
While people post Eid outfits, food, and family photos, my family in Gaza is trying to survive another day of bombs, hunger, fear, and unbearable heat.
There is NO safe place left in Gaza.
The bombardment continues every single day.
The explosions never stop.
And now summer has turned the tents they live in into literal ovens.
Imagine trying to sleep inside plastic and fabric under a burning sky while drones and airstrikes continue around you.
This is NOT a temporary hardship.
My family has lived through this nightmare for more than two years.
Two years of displacement.
Two years of terror.
Two years of watching their lives collapse piece by piece.
I am in Ireland, studying and trying to build a future, while every day I fear getting the phone call that my family did not survive the night.
We have already come such a long way thanks to the incredible support from friends of Gaza and Palestine around the world. Truly, we would never have made it this far without you.
And now we are VERY close to reaching our final goal.
Our only goal is to evacuate my entire family from Gaza to Egypt temporarily, and then reunite safely together in Ireland.
Please do NOT abandon Gaza and my family because the headlines got quieter.
Please don’t stop caring because the world moved on.
Share this.
Reblog this.
Donate if you can.
Help me get my family out alive before it’s too late.
People say: "Family always comes First," and to that, I say: "Amen!".… Mahmoud Khalaf needs your support for Death chases my family in Gaza;
I am a father of two children 👨👧👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.
Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.
My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.
I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.
I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.
Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.
I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.
Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨👩👧👦
That means a while has passed since the original post I made of it, and I thought it would be fun to redraw the comic, that started it all. Since my art style has changed a lot over that time too.
So, here. Enjoy the original experience, with a fresh coat of paint.
And for people who feel like visiting the original
The war has taken everything from me and my family — our home, our safety, and our source of living. We were displaced from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, and when we finally returned, we found our house destroyed and impossible to live in.Today, we live through hunger, poverty, fear, and constant pressure just to survive. Some days we cannot afford food, clean water, or even the most basic necessities. Sitting for long hours without a single meal has become part of our daily life.Before the war,
I was studying engineering and dreaming of building a better future for myself and my family. But the war stopped my education and destroyed the life I worked hard for .
I am trying to help my family survive and find a safe, stable life again. Any support, even a small donation, can help us with food, shelter, and hope during these difficult times.
I am Abd Ahmed from Gaza. I am trying to help my family to live. We do not have any means of livelihood, and life here is expensive. We cann
My name is Hisham, a 26-year-old young man from Gaza. Like any young person, I dreamed of a simple job to achieve my goals and build my future step by step, but the war turned all our dreams into rubble. We were displaced many times, carrying our homes on our shoulders, leaving our memories under the debris.
My family now lives in a tent with no stable shelter, my sister Jana has no school, and I have no steady job. My brother Kamal carries the burden of the entire family, working every day to secure just enough food, while I search for any work, no matter how difficult or dangerous, just to survive.
My mother, the beautiful dream we once cherished, wished for a calm and happy life for us, but the war tore us apart and shattered our hopes. As for Jana, my innocent sister, she lost her school, her books, and even her sense of hope, yet she still writes her dreams on small pieces of paper, hiding them in her torn clothes so they won’t get lost like everything else.
We are not asking for the impossible, only what keeps us alive with dignity and gives us a chance to rebuild our lives. Every donation, no matter how small, means so much to us. Your support will give us hope to keep going and try again. 🙏❤️
Since the war, my life has changed completely… my father was martyred, and I became the sole provider for my mother and my younger siblings. Every day I try to secure food and safety for them despite displacement, fear, and loss 💔
I have been married for 3 years to the woman I love deeply, and our biggest dream was to become parents 👶🏻
But after long attempts and many doctor visits, we learned that we need IVF treatment, and its cost is far beyond what I can afford.
My wife cries silently every night, afraid that our dream may never come true. I try to stay strong for her and for my family, even though exhaustion fills our hearts 🌧️
Sometimes it feels like the war has taken everything from us… our home, our safety, and even our simplest dreams 🕊️
But despite everything, we are still holding on to hope and trying not to give up.
All we ask for is a small chance at life 🤍
Hello, my name is Mahmoud, a young man from Gaza , and I've been married for three years to the woman I love very much . Like many families
Any support, no matter how small, could make a huge difference in our lives. This is my link, and I kindly ask for your help.
Even sharing our story might bring us one step closer to the dream of holding our child one day 🌷
My name is Ramy, I’m 22 years old from northern Gaza, and I am the oldest brother of four younger brothers and one little sister who rely on me completely. Our home was destroyed during the war, and since then we have been living in a fragile tent with no safety, no stability, and often not enough food. I’ve searched everywhere for work to support my family, but I simply cannot find a job 💔
Every day, I watch my younger siblings grow weaker from hunger and exhaustion. Even our dog, who has always been part of our family, has lost so much weight because I can no longer provide food for him either. The hardest moments are at night when my siblings ask me when life will become normal again, and I have no answer except patience and prayer.
My name is Ramy. I am 22 years old, from northern Gaza, and I am the oldest brother in my family. I have four younger brothers and one littl
I am not asking for luxury — only a chance to protect my family and restore a little dignity to our lives. Any support, no matter how small, can help provide food, medicine, and hope for my brothers and sister 🙏🤍 Even sharing our story means the world to us.
I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢
I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂
Here is the donation link ⬇️**
Hello, my name is Elizabeth Barnes and I am a US citizen organizing this campaign on behalf of my friend Jaafar, who is raising funds to sup
🖤 MY NAME IS AMMAR 👨🦱 I AM 35 YEARS OLD. I don’t even know how to begin because everything I am living now feels heavier than any words I could write 💔 My life changed completely after I suffered a plate implant injury 🦴 caused by an old accident. Since that day, pain has become my daily companion, movement has become limited, and I lost the ability to work and provide for my family as I used to. Every single day now is a struggle just to survive 😔
I am married 👩❤️👨 and I have a family of 8 members 👨👩👧👦 we have 6 children 👶🧒👧 each one of them is innocent, full of dreams, energy, and needs… but today, even the most basic human needs have become something we cannot provide. Food, safety, shelter, and stability are all things we are missing now 💔
We have lost our house completely 🏚️💔 not partially damaged, not temporarily gone… but completely gone. No home to return to, no safe place to sleep, no walls to protect us from cold or fear. We are now displaced, moving from place to place, trying to survive each day as it comes 😢 and every night we don’t know where we will sleep or what will happen tomorrow.
A home is not just a building… it is where children feel safe, where a family gathers, where memories are made, where life feels stable. But now we have none of that left.
My youngest child is Saeed 👶 he is only 9 months old, a tiny baby who knows nothing about this world except hunger, crying, and cold nights 🍼💔 he needs milk every single day 🍼 he needs diapers 👶 he needs warm clothes 👕 but we cannot afford any of these basic things anymore. His clothes are old, torn, and not suitable, yet we still try to use them because we have nothing else 😔
Sometimes he cries for hours, and I stand there helpless, unable to do anything except feel pain as a father. That feeling destroys me inside 💔
All my children are suffering silently. Hunger has become part of their daily life. Fear has become normal. And childhood… the most beautiful stage of life… is slowly disappearing from them 😢 they no longer think about playing or learning like other children, they think about food, shelter, and survival.
There are nights where we all sit in silence… no one speaks… not because we are fine, but because there is nothing left to say. Everyone is exhausted, emotionally and physically, trying to hold on to hope that feels smaller every day 💔
We are not asking for luxury 🕊️ we are not asking for comfort or extra help. We are only asking for survival, for the basic things that allow a human being to live with dignity:
🍞 food to stop the hunger that never ends
🍼 milk for baby Saeed so he can grow healthy
👶 diapers and clothing for the children
🏚️ a safe place after losing our home completely
💔 a chance to rebuild even a small piece of stability in our lives
I am writing this because silence is no longer possible. Every day is a battle for survival, every night is uncertainty, and every morning starts with fear of what the day will bring 😔
If you can help even with a very small amount 🤲 or if you can share our story 📢 you might be the reason a family survives this hardship. You might be the reason a baby sleeps without hunger 🍼 or a child feels safe again 🕊️ or a broken family gets the chance to rebuild their life 💔
Thank you to everyone who read this until the end ❤️ and thank you to every heart that did not ignore our pain 🙏
🖤 MY NAME IS AMMAR 👨🦱 I AM 35 YEARS OLD. I don’t even know how to begin because everything I am living now feels heavier than any words I c
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My name is Fatima, a 21-year-old woman🤰.Just one month before the war, I was engaged, dreaming of a warm home and a small family.But the war tore us apart—my fiancé and I were separated between northern and southern Gaza, with no way to communicate💔.
Despite the pain, we held on to hope. Months later, I left my family and joined him.We got married, believing it was the start of a new life.But the bombing returned, and we were displaced again… Now we live in a fragile tent in western Gaza, awaiting the birth of our first child amid conditions unfit for life🥹😭.
I’m pregnant🤰, and my due date is near🥹. I have none of the essentials I need as a mother or even as a human being🙏.We lack everything: medical care, food, clean water, and basic supplies for childbirth and the baby🥲.
I’m not asking for the impossible—just enough to protect my life and my baby’s
Your donation is our only hope🥹😢.
I am Fatima, a 21-year-old woman.I got engaged just one month before the war started. My dreams were simple: a warm home, a small family, an
My campaign is new and has not received much support. Please support me and my family.
https://chuffed.org/project/helpfatema
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #640 )✅️
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