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"Alive but Forgotten"
We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.
My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.
What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.
Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.
Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.
I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.
We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.
If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.
Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.
Hello,
My name is Mohammed Ashraf, and I am 20 years old. I am writing to you from a place of suffering, pain, and anguish...
My life was very normal and beautiful until war came and destroyed everything. Before the war, I had graduated from high school with a 90% average and enrolled in a Computer Science and Internet of Things program at the University of Gaza. However, my joy was short-lived as the war struck Gaza, destroying my university and my dreams along with it.
My father is 45 years old and worked as a sound director for Palestine Television. However, during the war, his work stopped due to the destruction of all the media outlets.
My mother is 37 years old and had many dreams, but the war shattered all of them. My middle sister Hala, who is 17 years old, was supposed to graduate from high school this year, but the war deprived her of that opportunity. My younger sister Janna is 13 years old, and my youngest brother Adam is 10 years old.
Our suffering began from the first day of the war. We were forced to evacuate our home, which was destroyed, leaving us without shelter. My family and I fled from northern Gaza to the south, believing it would be a safer area as claimed by the enemy. However, there is no safe place in Gaza. We were targeted by Israeli airstrikes, and the house we had moved into was hit. All my family members were injured, some severely and others mildly.
My mother needs bone grafting for her fingers, and my father requires surgery for multiple fractures, nerve grafting, and physical therapy. My sisters need to have their scars treated and require medical care abroad. However, we need funds to cover all travel and treatment expenses.
We are now seeking the opportunity to live abroad after our treatment, but this is very costly. I urgently need your help to make our lives better and to help us forget the nightmare we are currently living. I want to provide my family and myself with a decent life and a better future. I believe that humanity and compassion still exist among you and that there are those who will respond to our plea.
My wish is to provide my family and myself with the life we deserve. Every donation, no matter how small, will have a significant impact on our lives. Your contributions will help cover all our travel and treatment costs.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting my family and me during these difficult times. I believe that goodness still exists and that there are those who share our hope for a better life. Thank you for considering supporting us. I am grateful for any assistance you can provide.
Nader is still young but due to Israel's attacks on Gaza has had opportunities taken away from him that most kids would take for granted. At night he has to hear bombings, and his family currently lives in a tent. Access to food and water is difficult.
This campaign is 47% to its goal and donations have stagnated, so share this post and donate if you can.
Let me tell you a short story about my daughter's life in Gaza
Dear, let me tell you about my little girl. While
browsing today, we saw a big amusement park with small children in it. My little girl, who is 7 years old and has lived under the burden of war for more than a year and a half, saw it and asked me innocently: “Mama, where is this? Are they in heaven?” I imagine a day when this war ends, and I wonder: How will everything affect the children? How long will it take them to start recovering? Indeed, will they even know what life means away from the sound of shells, away from life without electricity, away from destruction everywhere, away from famine, away from lack of food and sweets?
Even as I write, I think about the children. What do they know about heaven? What do they know about life without war?
Help me, even a little, so that I can alleviate their pain and sorrow and provide them with the basics of their lives. Share your time, sympathy and understanding
https://gofund.me/8bd7a599
Dear humanity,
Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
please reblog if u can
Israel Announces Ethnic Cleansing and Permanent Occupation of Gaza
DOn 5 May, Israel's security cabinet unanimously approved a new plan to escalate operations in Gaza, including the "conquest" of the territory and the promotion of the "voluntary migration" of its population into Egypt's Sinai Desert.
Let's call this what it is: the annexation of Gaza and the ethnic cleansing of its citizens-all while we approach ten weeks of Israel blocking food and water to the population.
The approved plan includes several core elements: the military occupation of the Gaza Strip, full territorial control, and the forced displacement of hundreds of thousands of civilians to southern Gaza, nearer to the Rafah border crossing into Sinai.
Ethnic cleansing has never been incidental to Israel's project it has been a core objective from the very start. The creation of the state itself was rooted in this goal, and decades later, its policies remain consistent in advancing it.
This is the collapse of international law. Palestine has laid bare a global system that not only permits genocide-but protects it, funds it, and cloaks it in the language of human rights.
We are so far beyond words. Beyond condemnation. What we are witnessing is indefensible: the greatest crime against humanity in our time.
**A Young Man’s Plea for Help:**
My name is Khaled,alanqar and I am 24 years old, living in Gaza. I work as an aluminum technician, a profession I’ve been passionate about for years. My workshop, which I built with my own hands, was my primary source of income and a symbol of my hard work and dedication.
However, the recent war in Gaza has turned my life upside down. My home was destroyed, and along with it, my workshop—the very foundation of my livelihood. In a matter of moments, everything I had worked so hard for was reduced to rubble.
- **Finding a safe place to live:** To restore some sense of stability and security.
I would like to thank you very much for your wonderful donations that enabled me to help a large number of sick cats and dogs, including a cat suffering from this skin disease, and she began treatment at the vet.
My goal now is to buy a tent to contain the innocent voiceless souls from the cold and provide them with shelter and food.
Your small donation can make a difference🙏🙏🍉🇵🇸
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