Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her.
She doesn’t know the word “loss.”
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls — but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again —
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
[URGENT 🚨] A Childhood Drowning in the Mud: They are sleeping in water right now. 💔🌧️
It is not rain. It is a flood of helplessness.
Look at these toys. Look at the water reflecting the remains of what we used to call a "home." Last night, the storm didn’t just leak into our tent—it reclaimed it. The wood snapped, the roof surrendered, and my children woke up soaked, shivering, and terrified.
⚠️ THE SITUATION IS ESCALATING.
Look at the difference in just 48 hours:
2 Days Ago: [Click here to watch the previous video] — "We were struggling with the rain, trying to stay dry…"
TODAY: Everything is gone. The structure collapsed. My children are literally sleeping in the water. This is no longer a struggle; it is a disaster.
The Reality Right Now:
Zero dry blankets.
Zero warm clothes.
A collapsed shelter that cannot survive another hour of wind.
My children are sleeping in water. Not later. Now. Every second you scroll past, they stay there.
🔴 EMERGENCY REBUILD FUND: $545
We need to act before the next nightfall. Here is exactly where the money goes:
$120 – Waterproof Tarps (Protection)
$180 – Wood Structure (Support)
$95 – Nylon & Insulation (Warmth)
$150 – New Blankets & Mattresses (Dignity)
Total: $545
If 100 people give just $5, we are saved.
How to help?
Donate:
I am Mohammed Matar, caring for orphaned children and my family in Gaza. Your supp… Khaled Qattam needs your support for Emergency Help for
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"I couldn’t protect them from the storm. But maybe, with your help, I can protect them from the night."
Please help us Here you will find a link to donate to families in Gaza 😔❤️🙏
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Hello everyone 🙏
We are Anas’s family, and this is our story from Gaza.
I never imagined I would be writing something like this, or sharing pieces of our life this way, but here we are. As you can see in the photos and videos I’m sharing, everything around us has changed. The place we once called home no longer exists. We lost our house, our land, and the life we spent years building, piece by piece, with memories that can never be replaced.
Today, we live in a tent. This thin fabric is all that separates us from the cold nights, the heat during the day, and the constant fear that never really leaves. Privacy is gone, comfort is gone, and safety feels like a distant memory. Every morning starts with the same question: how will we get through today?
Simple things that once felt normal are now daily struggles. Cooking means lighting firewood, breathing in smoke, and hoping we can find enough food to last. There is no electricity, no gas, no certainty. Just survival, one meal at a time.
Inside the tent, everything is cramped. This is where we sleep, rest, and try to feel human again. There is no silence here, only the sounds of drones, explosions, and the weight of uncertainty. Nights are the hardest. Fear gets louder when the world goes quiet.
The war did not stop. It is still happening, every single day. The sky fills with smoke, the ground shakes, and we are reminded again and again that nothing here is stable. Each explosion feels closer than the last, and every moment carries the possibility of losing even more.
This video shows our street. Every house you see destroyed once held families, stories, laughter, and dreams. This is where we grew up, where we knew every corner and every neighbor. Now it’s all rubble. Walking through it feels unreal, like moving through a memory that’s been violently erased.
If you’re able to help, you can donate through this link 👇👇
Campaign Update
Asking for help is not easy. It’s humbling and painful. But the truth is, we cannot do this alone. We are trying to survive with dignity in conditions no one should ever have to endure.
If you are able, please consider donating through the link at the end of this post. We are close to reaching our second goal, and every contribution truly makes a difference.
If donating isn’t possible, sharing this post is just as important. It helps our voices reach beyond Gaza, beyond the silence.
People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.
It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.
During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.
My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.
312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!
Here is the donation link for my family’s emergency fund:
Strong winds have struck Gaza and are hitting our tents harshly. The sound of the wind is terrifying, and the tapping of the rain on the tent’s roof frightens us just like the sounds of the explosions once did.
We spend the night awake, counting the minutes in fear of flooding, watching the water crawl toward us slowly and dangerously.
We are tired of pleading, tired of writing, tired of shouting that we are sinking while no one hears us.
We are in pain, and all we have left is this pain as a witness to our lives.
We are asking for your support to help us improve our living conditions inside the tent, reduce the risks of the harsh weather, and secure the bare minimum of our basic needs.
Your support makes a real difference in our daily survival.
Please donate
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My dear friends, I desperately need your help. We are going through a very difficult time today, with the cold, wind, and rain, and we are suffering greatly from this weather. We have no tent or roof to protect us from the bitter winter cold. We only have tattered pieces of cloth. We are trying to protect ourselves, but it is extremely difficult. We are a family of nine. We don't have winter blankets to keep us warm like others. Our current situation is one of complete lack of shelter and only a few tattered pieces of cloth. There are no tents or blankets. We have children and elderly people who cannot bear the cold. If you donate to us, you will save my family's lives, especially the elderly and children. How can you make a difference?I will buy blankets for the family for $50.I will buy 150 complete food baskets.I will need $200 to buy plastic sheeting and a large, spacious tent that will fit my family.
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🔴Deadline 28 December
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To you, my friends,🙏
While the world is preparing to celebrate Christmas and the New Year,
* we are still suffering from cold, hunger, and death 💔❄️🍞
This will be the third year that the world celebrates without us.
* We used to celebrate like the rest of the world before October 2023.
Now the world celebrates without us 😔
Please, we need a tent that can help us feel warm ⛺🙏
Stand by our side.
* We are 10 people suffering from the cold, and rainwater enters our tent because it is worn out 🌧️🥶
* My child needs infant formula 🍼
* My grandmother needs daily medication 💊👵
🟢Please don’t leave us alone, my friends.
Your support helps us continue living 🤍🙏
HILDA 🙏🙏
Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing.
People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.
Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped.
The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended.
And our suffering definitely didn’t.
Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.
Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.
Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.
We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.
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