I write these words with a broken heart. To those who read this and choose to ignore it, you can simply scroll past, but I am living through the most difficult moments of my life. My husband is slowly dying before my eyes. Due to a severe head and jaw injury, he has been unable to eat or drink for over a week, his weight has dropped to just 39 kilograms, and he is suffering from severe, life-threatening malnutrition.
The doctors confirmed he needs urgent surgery, but we can't afford the operation and treatment. I feel helpless watching him weaken day by day, while time is running out.💔
I'm not asking for the impossible; I'm simply asking for a chance to save his life. Please, if you can't donate, don't hesitate to share our story. It might reach someone who can give him a new lease on life.💔🙏
I write with tears welling in my eyes and a trembling hand. I'm not asking for the impossible; all I ask is a chance to save his life. Please, donate now, and share our story, so that, thanks to you, our voice may reach everyone.
Please donate now. Hashim is extremely exhausted today. His voice was barely audible from fatigue and weakness, and I couldn't hide my fear as I watched him wither away before my eyes day by day. Please, don't leave Hashim to face this fate alone. 💔
If this page suddenly goes silent one day, know that my brother Samer didn’t make it. I will never forget those who saw him suffering from severe bombing injuries, lacking his vital medications, yet chose silence and kept scrolling.
I feel completely shattered and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every single day. This endless nightmare has stripped us of everything, forcing me to sacrifice even my own dignity just to keep my brother and my family alive.
I want nothing from this world except to see Samer healthy and free of pain, and to save my family from this slow death. Please donate so we can afford his essential psychiatric and medical treatments before it’s too late.
Samer is slipping away, and we cannot fight this alone. Every single second matters now as his condition worsens without treatment. Please, don't look away, your support is his only chance to survive this nightmare.
Guys, we are still trapped in a reality that keeps getting worse in Gaza.
Nothing here feels normal anymore.
Finding food, clean water, medicine, or even a small sense of safety has become a daily struggle.
We are living in very harsh conditions, surrounded by insects, rats, and disease, with no proper way to protect ourselves from any of it.
And while all of this is happening, my father is still fighting his illness every day.
He urgently needs treatment and medication, but providing them has become incredibly difficult for us.
I spend my days trying to keep my family going and trying to reach people for help, because we truly cannot survive this alone anymore.
Please let your humanity stand with us.
Please donate and share. 💔🙏
Dear Esteemed Donors,
My name is Ahmad, and I am a 16-year-old from northern Gaza… Ahmad family needs your support for Support Ahmad’s Fami
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
📌 My main account @ahmadwaleed55 was suspended, so I will be using this account to continue sharing my family’s campaign and updates.
He survived death under the rubble, should we let him die now because he lacks his medicine? 🥺
My entire family was injured, but my brother Samer is in the most critical condition.
I am not asking for much; this small donation is literally the "line between life and death" for Samer.
Please, be the voice he has lost... donate to save him, or share this post to reach those who can help. 🙏 GoFundMe
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I write these words with a broken heart. To everyone who reads this and ignores it, you might skim this post quickly, but my child might not even have two seconds. His body is collapsing from malnutrition and a rash as you read these words.
My children, Qamar and Omar, are completely exhausted. A rash is ravaging their frail bodies, and malnutrition is stealing what little childhood they have left. All I want as a mother is safety for them; treatment to heal their wounds, and milk and food to sustain them. What we are asking for is not a luxury, but their most basic right to survive. Please don't let them wither away before my eyes; donate now.
When the war on Gaza began in 2023, I was in my third year of medical school holding onto my dreams and my heart, walking a difficult road filled with hope.
Medical school is a seven-year journey, and despite everything, I’ve completed my third year and moved into the fourth the clinical stage.
We were meant to begin this phase at Al-Shifa Medical Complex...
That place was more than a hospital it was a home, a dream, a symbol of everything we believed in.
But the war changed everything.
Today, we continue our training at the Ahli Baptist Hospital the only running hospital left in Gaza, trying to build something that resembles life from what remains.
But Al-Shifa hospital is no longer there.
The images you’ve seen, the news you’ve heard, the cries for help that reached you they tell the story far better than I can.
But ... WHY?
A question that echoes inside me every day, unanswered.
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I am Darine 21-year-old, and my brother Ahmed, a 19-year-old. My family N… ENASE ZAGOOT needs your support for Support DrDarine and Her Fami
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I'm Wasim from Gaza, as you know the crossings are closed and the situation is very difficult, everything is expensive, we cannot afford any food or gas and we are in the holy month of Ramadan and we fast for 15 hours and we cannot break our fast because of the high cost of food...😭😞
As you can see, we do not have cooking gas because the crossings are closed, and we suffer a lot when cooking...😔😭‼️
My mother also needs medicine and vitamins, but she cannot buy them because they are expensive due to the closure of the crossings and the scarcity of the quantity.😭
‼️Help us and donate so that we can break our fast in this blessed month and so that my mother can receive her vitamins...😔🤲🫂‼️
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My name is Freya Knarr and I live near Chicago, IL. Because Gofundme does not allo… Freya Knarr needs your support for Help Wasim's family r
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Amidst the war, airstrikes and destruction, my family in Gaza is living a silent tragedy. Between the drone of warplanes and explosions, another sound echoes... the sound of empty stomachs. We all sit in the corner of our tent, waiting for a meal that may never come.
My family has not eaten vegetables or meat for more than three months. Day after day, something else is missing: yesterday it was fruit, today it is flour - a distant dream because of its scarcity and high price.
Will you let us suffer? Will you allow the sound of hunger to be louder than the voice of your conscience?
“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkne… Fatima Masoud needs your support for Let's bring back Elena's laug
Donate to my family and help keep them alive. What might be your next meal is an unattainable dream for them.
This is not just a photo it’s our daily reality in Gaza.
I am a father of five, living under the harshest conditions imaginable. My children go to bed hungry most nights, and I feel helpless watching them suffer. There is no food, no clean water, and no safety.
I myself am injured from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is deteriorating. I’m in pain, physically and emotionally. I want to provide for my children, to see them smile again, to give them a warm meal — even just one.
What’s happening here is not a natural disaster. It is forced starvation. It is the slow death of innocent people, especially children, because they are being denied food and aid.
Your donation can change everything for us. Even a small amount can feed my family for a day. It can help me get medicine, water, and the bare essentials to survive.
Please, if you have anything to give, I ask you to open your heart.
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
Hello everyone, my name is Elham' Abdelrahim I live in Los Angeles, … Elham Abdelrahim needs your support for In the Face of War: We Need Yo
Is your kind heart aching because of the famine that the children of Gaza ?
"I am Abdel-Majeed… writing to you from the heart of hunger and bombardment"
Peace be upon you,
I never imagined I’d write a plea to the world like this…
But today, I have no other choice.
My name is Abdel-Majeed.
I’m a father to a baby girl who hasn’t even turned one 👶,
and a husband to a patient, broken-hearted wife —
she has nothing left but her tears and prayers.
We are now living under a sky raining fire 💥
and on a land with no food and no water 🚫💧.
Hunger is eating us alive.
The shelling never stops.
Even the soup kitchens have closed 🚷 —
And the only hope left is in the hearts of the kind and merciful ❤️.
I know the world is tired.
I know everyone is struggling.
But I am writing to you from deep pain —
From the heart of a father with nothing left:
No milk 🍼, no bread 🍞, not even a drop of hope.
A bag of flour here costs $600 💸.
Can you imagine?
We don’t dream of meat 🥩 or fruit 🍎 —
We just want a small piece of bread to silence my baby girl’s cries.
I cry in silence 😢
as I watch her tremble from hunger,
while my wife tries to soothe her
with the softest voice full of broken tenderness…
But love alone doesn’t feed.
And it doesn’t protect us from the bombs 💔.
Please… Don’t scroll past.
Even $1 could be the line between life and death.
I’m not asking for the impossible.
I just want to keep my family alive.
To give my daughter one more day…
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
Please share — don’t let this post fade.
Let it reach every living heart.
Save a life today.
Be the hope we no longer have. ✨
"I am Nadine… an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." 🌸
Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. 💖 We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home… we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. 😔
Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. 🌞 Because she is here, I must stay strong. 💪 Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her… even though my world is broken.
We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. 🤝
I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. I’m not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyone… All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. ✨
Life here doesn’t go as it should… but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. 🌟 Maybe you can’t change everything, but you can change one day in our lives… And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. 💫
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayer… all of that makes a difference to us. 🙏
Thank you… from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. 🌷 From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. 💖
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
We all considered Khaled to be like an older brother to Ahmad. He was close to all of us, but he held a special place in Maryam’s heart she loved him dearly, and he loved her just as much.
Exactly one month ago and on the morning of April 3rd, Maryam asked my father if she could go visit Khaled. She missed him and wanted to play with the children her age in his neighborhood.He agreed. She went on her way, and not even a few minutes had passed before a missile struck the area she had just headed to.
In that moment, nothing else mattered to us but one question screaming in our mind : “Where’s Maryam? Is she okay?”
My father says..
I ran as fast as I could toward the site of the strike, my heart pounding in fear and panic.
When I arrived, I was shocked by the scene. Dozens of men were rushing around, carrying injured children. All of them every single one had blood covering their faces and severe injuries. I began shouting at the top of my lungs, “Maryam! Maryam! MARYAM!” until I saw her...
But my heart still wasn’t at peace. I couldn’t leave. I ran again this time toward the place I feared Khaled might have been.
With every step closer, my dread grew. “No... it can’t be him...” But when I arrived, I found Khaled’s house two stories high destroyed.
Khaled was there. After a long struggle, we managed to pull him from the rubble... but it was too late. Khaled had passed away.
Khaled is gone... and the world no longer feels the same. The earth is emptier now without Khaled.
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Amazing art work by Notte💖 @rhymeswithfart , inspired by our true story.
Another breathtaking piece by Notte truly beyond words. My family and I are deeply touched by the compassion, emotion, and soul you pour into your work.
We are forever grateful for the way you’ve made us feel seen and cared for. Your kindness, professionalism, and unwavering dedication mean the world to us.
We appreciate you and cherish not only your incredible talent but the beautiful heart behind it.
Please share and donate if you can! Darine's fundraiser supports her whole family and donations have been very slow. Not to mention food and supplies are growing ever more scarce!
🌟I hope this message finds you well. This is Mahmoud Jihad, hailing from Gaza. Recently, we experienced a devastating loss—our home 🏠, my university 🎓, and everything familiar is gone. Currently, my family and I are living in a flimsy tent 🏕️, struggling to get by. I was pursuing a degree in Information Technology and supporting my family, but now we're facing extremely difficult circumstances.
😔We find ourselves trapped in Gaza amid massive destruction 🏚️, and winter has brought with it the biting cold 🥶. We urgently need your immediate help to get through these tough times. 😭 Every donation, regardless of size, can make a tremendous difference. Your support is a beacon of hope in these dark times. ✨
Our campaign is progressing slowly, and no one has donated to us so far. 🥹 We desperately need your urgent support to overcome this crisis.
Our campaign is verified by:
@beesandwatermelons ✅#190
and @gazavetters ✅#63.
You can support us through this link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01 💔
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. Let's come together to rebuild our lives. 🙏❤️
Your kindness and support mean everything to us. Your donations will directly help us rebuild our lives. Thank you once again for your incredible support! 🌹
Where should I go next and what to feed my baby Adam ?🥺💔💔😭
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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.
My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.
I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.
I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️
You can share this or donate with anything you can 🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸
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