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🔴 can you help me 🇵🇸🍉

Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸

Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20€ from each person, 20€ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need

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‼️The war is back,We are under bombardment‼️

As you know, after spending a year and a half under genocide, we are now back at war again. Bombings are everywhere, martyrs are everywhere, everything is dull, the crossing is closed, there are no goods or medicine, and the prices are exorbitant. 😭😔

At this moment, there are more than 500 martyrs and the number is still increasing.😞 Every martyr is a dream. More than 500 dreams have been killed.😭😞

We will die at any moment, don't leave us alone, we need you, you are our last hope, donate to save me and my family...‼️‼️‼️

JUST DONATE ‼️🙏

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Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband Mohammed is 30 years old, we got married in 2022 in a beautiful, warm and quiet

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Here is my story. My family of five and I were living a peaceful and stable life in our beautiful little house. We worked hard to provide a decent life for our three children, and they were proud to see our children learn and grow in a safe and stable environment. But in a sudden moment, their lives changed forever.

The disaster happened when our house was completely destroyed due to the war. They lost everything: their home, their source of income, and even their children’s education. They became homeless and insecure, living in difficult and dangerous conditions. The children, who used to go to school with joy and hope, are now deprived of their most basic rights to education, and live in constant fear.

And now. My husband and I are trying hard to secure their basic needs, but we face great challenges. Every day is a struggle for survival, and an attempt to rebuild what they lost. Despite the pain and suffering, there is still hope in our hearts that we can rebuild our lives with the support of kind people. 💔🙏🙏

We desperately need your support and donations to rebuild our home, educate our children, and provide them with a decent life. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge impact in improving our lives and restoring hope to us

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"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.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

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.😭😔

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If you’re able to, please help the person here. I’m unfortunately not able to do much due to my family’s own financial situation, but if you can, any amount will help.

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This is my home Which was destroyed by the accursed occupation yesterday I'm not sad about the stones I'm sad about the memories I hope this damned war ends 💔💔😔 🍉🇵🇸

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Hello everyone, I hope you are fine 🌹🤎

I am Mayson Hamada. I will tell you my story. Imagine this: It was a night like any other night. My children laugh at the house, and our hearts were beating with love and hope. We were going out with our friends and spent a fun time with my family, but suddenly the earth was shaken under our feet 💥💣, and we heard a thunder -like voice. . . Then silence. scary. it's all over! 😱💔 The shells exploded everywhere, the walls of our house collapsed over our heads 🏠💣, and the deaf sounds mixed with the screams of my children 😢😢. We crawled from under the rubble with exhausted bodies and terrifying hearts, we run between smoke and debris in search of safety 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️. Our house, which was full of life, is now a pile of ash. 💔

We live in a dilapidated and worn-out tent that is not suitable for winter or summer. 💔

Now we live in a very high cost of living.

There is no money to buy anything, and there is no work because of the war and the difficulty of the situation. I hope you will support me and my family until this difficult war ends.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports us in these difficult humanitarian circumstances. May God bless you. 🌹🍉🇵🇸

Vetted by @gaza vetters, my number verified on the list is(#274)

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Escape from the horrors of war

Hello everyone, I hope you are fine 🌹🤎 I am Mason Hamada.   I will tell you my story.   Imagine this: It was a night like any other night.  

I am Nizar Al-Masri, a lawyer from Gaza Strip. I once had a home that was my refuge and shelter, and a law office that was my livelihood—years of hard work and dedication. But the occupation took everything from me. They destroyed my home, my office, my life, my future.

Today, my family of nine is homeless, sleeping in the open with no shelter, no blankets, no mattresses—exposed to the cold, hunger, and hardship. The greatest pain is for my sister, Zain, who has suffered from partial paralysis since birth and requires constant medical care and medication. But now, we can barely afford to survive—how can we provide for her treatment?

In the midst of this tragedy, I found a helping hand from abroad—my dear friend, Tess, who is supporting me in sharing my voice with the world, hoping someone will hear our plea and offer help.

I am calling out to you from the depths of my heart—please help us in this devastating situation so we can find shelter and provide my sister with the treatment she desperately needs.

Any support, no matter how small, can bring back a glimmer of hope.

You can help by donating through this link:

Donate here😭🙏

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Donate to Help Nizar rebuild his life!, organized by Tess Orzechowska

Hello, My name is Nizar Mahmoud Al-Masri, I am 24 years old, and I live in Palestine… Tess Orzechowska needs your support for Help Nizar

And if you cannot donate, please share this plea with those who can. Help save a family struggling to survive amid the ruins.

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #365 )✅️

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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Donate to Help Mahmoud and His Family Survive, organized by Jovan I

Hello, my name is Jovan, and I'm fundraising on behalf of my dear friend Mahmoud. Mahmoud … Jovan I needs your support for Help Mahmoud and