Your silence is hurting us more than the bombs. My friends, I've been away because my phone was damaged.šššš
1,000 days of genocide.
1,000 days deprived of the most basic rights of life.
1,000 days of displacement, living in the streets and in tents.
My friends, without your support over the past 2 years and 9 months, we would not have survived. We could have lost our lives because of the lack of food and medicine.
The war is still ongoing. We have no income and very little support left.
My grandmother has been seriously ill and has been in the hospital for the past 5 days.
My mother is still suffering from severe spasms because I have been unable to afford the surgery she desperately needs. I have been pleading for help for months.
My child is suffering from anemia and nutritional deficiencies. Because donations have nearly stopped, I haven't been able to buy the supplements he needsāor even enough food.
Please speak up for us. Why have you forgotten usšššššš
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šØ Surviving the surgery means nothing if she dies in the ICU.
My mother survived a high-risk surgery, but she is still in the ICU fighting for her life. The surgery was only half the battle we cannot afford the daily medication keeping her alive.
The Goal: We urgently need $465 for this week's ICU care.
The Crisis: We only raised $35. The donations have completely frozen.
The price of a single cup of coffee could buy my mother's next breath. Please don't let everything she survived be in vain.
If you canāt donate $1 or $5, you MUST REBLOG this immediately. Your reblog is what keeps her alive.
Without $250 for her missing treatment, the hospital discharge means a death sentence.
Please help me save her before itās too late.
Donate or share to keep her with us.
If you scroll past thisā¦ my mother will die š
I know that sounds harsh , but itās the truth Iām living Right Now š
I keep wondering how many more times Iāll have to ask before someone hears our cry for help. While youāre reading thisā¦ sheās lying in a hospital bed waitingā¦ strugglingā¦ fighting for her life.
The doctors told us the truth we were terrified to hear: If she doesnāt get this surgery immediately, we could lose herā¦ forever š
We only need $999. Thatās it. Not something impossible. that small amountā¦ is the difference between life and death š
$999 might not mean much to some peopleā¦ But to me, it means hearing my motherās voice again. It means seeing her smile. It means she gets another chance to live.
So let me ask you something honestly..
If this were your mother and her life depended on $999ā¦ would you close this post and keep scrolling? Or Would you tell yourself āsomeone else will helpāā?
Because thatās exactly what everyone is thinking right now. And thatās how people die. Not because they couldnāt be savedā¦ but because everyone assumed someone else would do it . Pleaseā¦ donāt be the person who saw this and did nothing.ššš
I am not asking for luxury or comfort. I am asking for the chance to keep my mother safe. I am asking you to help us before we lose her . If our story reaches your heart, please don't leave without doing something. Your kindness today could be the reason my mother receives her medication in timeš
Just $999ā¦ standing between her life and death. Donāt think someone else will helpā¦ because right now, no one has.š
We no longer have the strength to endure what is happening to us.
This is one of the worst tragedies in history.
Please speak up for us. Share, comment, and let the world know that two million people are suffering every day.
Iām not only trying to surviveā¦
My father is sick, and I canāt afford his treatment. Watching him get worse while I can do nothing is breaking me.
I just need to buy medicine and food for my family.
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Today, I am honored to speak about a brave mother, Enas, who lost her husband during the war. Despite this unbearable pain, she has remained strong, fighting every single day for her orphaned children. She has carried grief, fear, hunger, and responsibility all alone, while trying the impossible just to provide them with food, warmth, and a sense of safety they have lost.
Enas is not just a sad story, but a powerful example of a mother who is broken inside yet still standing for the sake of her children. May God have mercy on her husband, protect her children, heal her heart, and send her the help and relief she desperately needs.
Please consider donating to support her during this painful time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in the life of this mother and her orphaned children.
To donate, click here š
My name is Gabe. I am from Portland, OR and I am raising funds on behalf of Enas Shukry Iā¦ Gabriel G needs your support for Help Enas and he
My name is Jaafar. I want to reach you, but I cannot. I take care of my family and I am the sole provider for them. About six months ago, I was in contact with you, and you helped and donated to my aunt. I remember you very well, and I remember your support.
Today, I am in desperate need because of our difficult circumstances and the ongoing suffering we are experiencing. We have lost our home and all of our belongings, and we are living in a tent under conditions that are not fit for human life. We are displaced and living in extremely harsh circumstances.
I would like to turn to you and ask for help, but I cannot reach you because our chat is closed on your side. Please reopen our conversation so that I can contact you. Allow me to communicate with you, my friend. I hope to receive assistance for my family once again, just as you helped me in the past.
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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
I know many people see my postsā¦ and keep scrolling.
Maybe itās just another story for you, but for me this is my fatherās life.
He is still in critical condition, and we are still unable to afford the treatment he needs. Every day without help puts him in more danger.
Iām not asking for much just a moment of your humanity.
Help, share, or donāt ignore us this time.
Pleaseā¦ my fatherās life is slipping away. šš
š Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiaryās account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
My little son, Ibrahimš, suffered poisoning caused by rats because we are forced to live in a tent. The conditions around us are so harsh that even our children are not safe. Ibrahim now urgently needs bottled mineral water because the available water is not safe for him, and his small body cannot endure any more.
At the same time, his father is in the hospital, and I am trying to be in two places at once, carrying responsibilities that feel heavier than I can bear.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I feel like I am facing this alone.
Please, stand with me.
Any help, any donation, can make a real difference for my child and my familyš
Please donate via the link below, don't leave my son alone
I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Mawasiā¦ Mariah B needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
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Ibrahim needs a jerrycan of clean water every single day. One jerrycan costs 25 shekels. This water is not a luxury ā it is what protects him from contamination and from getting sick again.
My husband also needs daily medication that costs $50 just to endure his pain and keep going.
I am not asking for anything extra. I am only asking for what keeps my family going through this unbearable time.
Please, stand by us. Your support today can truly make the difference between relief and suffering for my son and my husband.
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and sheās missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesnāt shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my childrenās hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akramās pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
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I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Maā¦ Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
Hello, my name is Islam, and I am a mother of three children from Gaza.
Before the war, our life was simple, but it was filled with warmth, safety, and happiness. š Our home was our safe haven, and my childrenās laughter filled every corner of it.
But in a single moment, everything changed...
We lost our home and became homeless. Today, we live in a small tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. āŗ
My children are still beside me, but fear never leaves their eyes. Every day, I struggle to provide food, clean water, clothes, and even their most basic needs. As a mother, it breaks my heart to see them suffering while feeling helpless.
try to stay strong for my children, but the truth is that I am exhausted. All I want is to give them back even a small part of the safety and dignity they have lost.
š We are in desperate need of help to survive ā a decent tent, food, clothing, and basic necessities for my children.
Hello, I'm from Gaza š "I used to live in safety... and today I'm writing to you from among the tents."
Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. And if you are unable to help directly, please share our story. Maybe it will reach someone who can.
I am just a mother trying to protect her children in the middle of unimaginable hardship... and my children are all I have in this world š¤
I'm Yasserā¦ a simple man who lost everything š. I'm 27 years old, from northern Gaza šµšø.
My house was destroyed at the beginning of the war. We live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood in eastern Gaza šļø. I lost my job, and I was injured during the war and am still suffering š„š¤ā¦ Now I'm fighting just to keep my family alive.
š§ My brother has a mental disability, can't work, and has children of his own.
š¤° My wife is pregnant and needs care amidst a complete lack of basic necessities. She needs so much, the simplest of which is clothing.
š§š§ My children are Salwa and Massa. My little Massa was born during the height of the war. We were living in my sister's house when my wife went into labor. We were trapped and couldn't leave the house because of the intense shelling all around us. Miraculously, by the grace of God, my wife gave birth to Massa at home.
When we finally managed to leave a week later, the occupation forces demolished my sister's house.
Now we live in tents inside Gaza, destitute. The tents offer no protection from the heat or the winter. In the winter, we suffered greatly, and in the summer, the children developed skin diseases from the extreme heat.
There is no incomeā¦ no workā¦ and prices are sky-high. š„
We are living through harsh days, caught between hunger and fear. We have nothing but hope in God and in your hearts. š I never imagined I would have to ask for help, but todayā¦ I sincerely reach out to you:
Please extend a helping hand š Any amount, even a small one, can provide food, medicine, and warm clothes for my children.
š We truly need any help, even the smallestā¦ It could mean a meal, medicine, or even just hope for life.
š¤ Don't leave us aloneā¦ Your support is our lifeline.
š Please, from a broken heartā¦ Any help, even a small one, could make a huge difference in our lives and help us to keep going and survive.
May God reward you all. Your support will be a light in our lives š¤
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These are my children. One of them was born during the war inside our home because we couldnāt go to the hospital due to the intensity of the war we were living through at that time. Until now, the suffering continues, with shortages of food, medicine, and clothing. I ask you for your prayers and support.
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