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I would extend my deepest gratitude and thanks for being supporters of people who are in dire and bad need due to the shortage of all living necessities. 😥😥😥
My family has been undergoing all forms of humiliation and oppression for almost ten months . Being jobless, my father is suffering much because lots of our basic living necessities can't be attained. 😢😢😢
Living circumstances are getting harder and harder, and this makes our daily life tragic and disastrous. Getting the basic needs has become our biggest challenges, leaving behind our dreams and aspiration. Our daily sufferings have become too great for us to bear. ,😥😥😥
A photo taken for the same girl before the war and nowadays.🤯🤯🤯
A photo of our beautiful house taken after the invasion of our neighborhood. Much destruction and rubbel have taken place. Nothing has been left for us to live in. Our belongings and possessions were completely destroyed😥😥😥
The life inside the tents under the hot weather is another tragedy. Such a life of sufferings and hardships is adding to our pain and sorrow. But with your support and standing by us, you have been lessening our loads lifted on our shoulders. So please keep helping us by donating whatever you can, sharing as much as you can and reposting messages to help get the campaign promoted.
I don't like guilt tripping people but a baby’s life depends on this. I am in tears. I wouldn't do this if it wasn't a life or death situation. @life-111 is my friend. He is in Gaza with his family. His baby has cancer and needs $1,130 for an operation TODAY. It's possible to achieve this. Together we can do it. Please, I beg of you, don't just reblog. Donate, whatever you can.
https://paypal.me/ofkt637
Go to paypal.me/ofkt637 and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
If you're gonna donate, please don't mention Ahmed Hammad in the paypal message. PayPal is racially profiling and it is retaining all money that accompanies that name.
His fundraiser is vetted by @90-ghost , @gazavetters (#576) , and @bilal-salah0. Gofundme takes too long, you can dm @life-111 if you want to confirm that paypal goes to them. Please help.
The operation was postponed but the price has risen because nothing is allowed to enter Gaza. We need $2,500 before the end of the week for the operation to save the child. Please help, I'm crying, please help my friend's baby live!
The war has returned, darker and more merciless than ever. It has consumed everything—shelter, food, water, and peace. What remains is a haunting silence filled with fear, where every moment is a battle to stay alive amid relentless suffering.
No clean water. No food. No safe home. No peace.
Could you survive it — even for 24 hours ?
If you’ve read this far — thank you.
Please don’t walk away.
War has stolen everything from us — again.
We escaped the bombs once, only to return to them.
Now we live in fear every second…
No roof to protect us. No walls to comfort us. Only a thin, fragile tent standing between us and the fire in the sky.
This is not a life. This is survival.
The sun burns through the tent during the day.
Mosquitoes and flies swarm at night.
Diseases spread with no medicine, no doctors, no help.
We breathe smoke every time we cook, because firewood is all we have. Our lungs are tired, our bodies weak.
Water is a struggle. Food is a dream.
And what little is available is too expensive to afford.
Children cry from hunger… and we have nothing to give.
For 6 months, our campaign has been quiet.
No support. No donations. No shares.
But we’re still here. Waiting. Praying someone will hear our voice.
We launched this campaign full of hope, believing that humanity still exists in every corner of the world.
Yet for six months, there have been no donations.
So far, we have only been able to collect $704 out of our $35,000 goal.
We know that reaching our target is not easy—it will take a lot.
But with your help and support, we believe it is possible.
Even the smallest donation can be a lifeline.
Even just sharing our campaign can move mountains.
Every small action can make a big difference for us.
Please, stand with us.
Help us reclaim our right to a dignified life.
Your kindness can give us hope, a future, and a chance to live like human beings once again.
From the depths of our hearts—thank you.
May you and your loved ones always live in safety, peace, and dignity.
Your support — even a little — could save a life
NO DONATION FROM 6 MONTHS
Vetted by @90-ghost
Only one donation within the past 6 months
Compagin link :
From Stability to Desperation: A Life
Turned Upside Down
Before… Walaa Ibrahim needs your support for Help Roba's Family Rebuild Their
Here in Gaza, we experience real death every day, whether through bombing or starvation. Children seek their daily food by dying. We need to protect our children and families. We need food and drink. We need money. Help my family meet their needs. 🙏💔
I am Nazmi, a displaced person from Gaza. I am living through a very difficult war. We live in tents without food, drink, or nutrition for the children who have been suffering from dehydration in this siege for more than 19 months. I cannot buy what is available because its price has risen dramatically. 😥 I need your help so that we can live, just me and my children. 🙏
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #380 )✅️💔
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
I'm a mother of a 2-year-old child. His name is yousef...I see my son growing up in front of me and I do not know how or when. This is not what I wished for him. I was dreaming of a wonderful life to spend with him...a life not full of death, fear, destruction and deprivation...I wanted to fill his room with toys and his closet with clothes, and I wanted to buy children's books for him, but I couldn't... the war came and the wishes were gone...my goal became to provide him with milk and food. I can barely afford anything. Everything is expensive and we no longer have income to enable us to buy his needs. Kram eggs have been deprived of many of his basic needs. He has been deprived of safety and stability..No, fruits, or meat.
There is nothing but fear that fills my son's eyes as soon as he hears the voices around him. He does not realize what It happens outside, but he feels and sees it in our eyes when he looks at us.I cannot protect myself and my son. Help me to save my son yousef. He deserves a better life, as do all the children of Gaza and the world.
Alone, I cannot, but with your help, we will be able to find a safe place and a better future for my son. Be a reason to change a child's life for the better by visiting our link on GoFundMe. And donate anything to us, no matter how small...every dollar makes a difference and give a life for my son..
I am Youssef. I was very young at the beginning of the war, but now l have grown up and can walk and know how to speak and understand everything. I hope to get your help in publishing or donating on our Aaljo Fund Me account
My campaign is verified by 90ghost. verified campaign is listed as number 246 on the verified fundraiser spreadsheet vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein
5€ may seem small
The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and begin a new life from scratch.
My name is Darius, an electrical engineer from California. I'm making this on behalf of Mohammed Rabah, a 26-year-old man in Khan Younis, Ga
wip......... @sometimesieatexpiredcatfoof @the-accident-dante fryda (yes the fire intern) our girl is finding her happiness w blossom (the other old intern i had)
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
I am Maram from northern Gaza. We have been displaced for 9 months, and the situation is getting worse every time.
We are in a genocidal war. We lost everything we owned: our house, my husband's job, and my own business.
Today, I am in need and urgently requesting your help. Your donation saves our lives. Do not forget me and my family from these massacres that happen every day.
Donation link 🇵🇸👇
I am Maram Ashour, 26 years old, from Gaza Married and mother of two children, Amir… Dina Hanoun needs your support for Help Maram and her c
I am Maram from northern Gaza. We have been displaced for 9 months, and the situation is getting worse every time.
We are in a genocidal war. We lost everything we owned: our house, my husband's job, and my own business.
Today, I am in need and urgently requesting your help. Your donation saves our lives. Do not forget me and my family from these massacres that happen every day.
Donation link 🇵🇸👇
I am Maram Ashour, 26 years old, from Gaza Married and mother of two children, Amir… Dina Hanoun needs your support for Help Maram and her c
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