cliche-f1cker
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Gaza is starving.
Children line up for hours hoping for a meal, but even a huge pot of lentil soup feeds only 10% of them.
The rest go home with empty hands and aching stomachs.
My son is one of those children.
But his pain is even greater — he was badly injured in an Israeli airstrike and lost parts of his body.
He is weak, in pain, and malnourished, with no access to the treatment he urgently needs.
As a mother, it breaks me to see him suffer like this. I’m begging for your help — please donate so I can take him abroad for medical care.
Every dollar brings us closer to saving his life
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
Gaza is starving.
Children line up for hours hoping for a meal, but even a huge pot of lentil soup feeds only 10% of them.
The rest go home with empty hands and aching stomachs.
My son is one of those children.
But his pain is even greater — he was badly injured in an Israeli airstrike and lost parts of his body.
He is weak, in pain, and malnourished, with no access to the treatment he urgently needs.
As a mother, it breaks me to see him suffer like this. I’m begging for your help — please donate so I can take him abroad for medical care.
Every dollar brings us closer to saving his life
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
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.
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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"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.
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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Hi there,
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
With deep gratitude,
@nadinfamily
My heart goes out to those in Gaza and the Palestinians
"550 days since the beginning of the war on Gaza, more than 150,000 martyrs, wounded, and missing under the rubble, and the world stands silent. I swear to God and the heavenly books that we are being subjected to a war of genocide by Israel.
By God, if a natural reserve for animals were exposed to what we are being exposed to, the world would rise up and intervene to solve the problem.
We are human beings, oh human beings, have mercy on us and rise up and demonstrate for us. "
That is a message from @rima-44 who is from Gaza, asking for help. And she is right, we as human beings must be compassionate and rise up and speak about against genocide and terror, but where is everyone? If a litteral genocide isn't enough to make you say something, I fear to imagine what will. I feel as if animals are have more compassion then humans, people are shown being burned alive in front of you. Children being shot in the brain, corpses living the streets. All for you to see, infront of you. And yet you still say nothing, where has our humanity gone?
It is so easy to help - now more than ever. All you need to do is click on a fundraiser, and spend only a minute to donate. If you have money to spend at a coffee shop - you have money to help. Please do not be selfish. No excuses, I'm tired of people refusing to donate when they can - their lives are worth more than a few dollars.
23% OF GOAL RAISED. Show you are human, show you have a heart.
And if you truly cannot donate, keep sharing, speak up. You have to excuse.
You can donate to the Al-Qazzaz family's Chuffed campaign here:
The Al-Qazzaz family has been vetted by @gazavetters and is (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
Hello my friend, every day is a war in itself, especially now at night, the sounds of bombing are everywhere. We sleep in fear and wake up to the sounds of explosions. We don't know what to do and what our fate will be. We have no home, no food, no clothes, not even water. So please don't leave us. Donate to alleviate our suffering and share our post so it reaches everyone, we are in fear, hunger, cold and extreme misery.
This is my daughter Habeeba, my youngest daughter, a 9-month-old baby. You can imagine how much suffering a child means, born in the war without any basic needs and miraculously survived the bombing of our tent. I pulled her out from under the rubble while I was terrified and by the grace of God she came out completely safe. Please donate to us for her so I can buy her supplies and compensate her for all the suffering that she and we all suffered. I trust you, my friends
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#free🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸
I am Sahar from Gaza, and I wish to find someone from outside the country who can help me with travel and immigration. I search for someone who can reunite us and consider us as part of their family, my family and I. I want to travel, whether through the Red Cross or via Ramon Airport. I can no longer endure this slow death and endless fear.💔😭😭😭
To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline👇
#free Gaza #gaza
#save palestina #palestina
#free🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸
I am Sahar from Gaza, and I wish to find someone from outside the country who can help me with travel and immigration. I search for someone who can reunite us and consider us as part of their family, my family and I. I want to travel, whether through the Red Cross or via Ramon Airport. I can no longer endure this slow death and endless fear.💔😭😭😭
To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline👇
#free Gaza #gaza
#save palestina #palestina
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
# free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸
Hello, everyone. Gaza is currently burning. Many departments have been blown up and there has been a wave of famine for too long. sahar and their family desperately need your help. Please donating or at least share their stories so that they can be heard. You are their only hope.💔😭😭😭
To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇
#freeGaza 🇵🇸 #Gaza
#palestina #save palestina
Children around the world welcome Eid with beautiful clothes, and we welcome Eid with shrouds.
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Please help save the life of my baby and my family. 🙏🙏😭
please share and donate if you can!
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Please don't ignore my story💔🇵🇸🥹🙏
I hope you are all well, I am Hanan from Gaza, I am in dire need of donations please, we live in tents, the rain water is leaking and it is very cold, my house was bombed and we narrowly escaped death and my children were hit by shrapnel, I am a mother of two children, Dana, 3 years old and Adam, 2 months old, Adam was born during the war, I went out from the hospital to the tent, we cannot buy food because of the high prices, there are no winter clothes for my children, the situation is very difficult, I am in dire need of saving my children's lives from death, I want you to support my campaign for me to protect my children from the dangers of the war we are living between death, destruction and the smell of blood, please help me for my children, I hope with your humanity, kindness and doing good for my children, they die every day, I cannot see my children suffering greatly, suffering and displacement, we have been displaced several times, our tent was destroyed due to displacement, I cannot provide the minimum needs for my children. Please do not let me down. I need your support and donations so that I can collect and secure travel expenses and survive from death. Please help me, I will be very grateful🇵🇸🙏🥹.
https://gofund.me/0ddcba1c
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Very important please do not ignore🚨🚨
Save the life of my husband and children from death 🥹💔🇵🇸
Hello friends, despite the difficult circumstances we are living in, from famine and the lack of food and drink and facing death at every moment, my husband and I were exposed to direct and close bombing by Israeli warplanes😭, and as a result, my husband and I were seriously injured. My husband entered surgery and spent several days in intensive care. As a result of the injury, he lost his left eye and 70 centimeters of intestine were removed.💔😭
His condition is critical and he is now staying in the hospital and needs treatment and healthy food that is not available 🥹💔
In addition, my tent was damaged by the missile bombing and became unlivable 🥹💔
So please, I need your support and help 😭 Try to help me with any donation to provide shelter for my children and treatment for my husband.
Please, my life and the lives of my children and husband are in danger 🥹💔💔
Any donation you make will help me provide a tent or at least provide medicine and food for my husband.
That's actually creative!
Hello, all!!
I'm working with @fandomsforpali to raise money for Wijdan's GoFundMe! For every $10 donated, if you fill out this form you can be entered in a raffle to win an illustration, or even a comic, by me! Four winners will be chosen — three illustrations and one comic. Check out the form for more information!
(Also, check out the @fandomsforpali blog and their carrd for other artists and authors you can commission via donation!)
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Urgent humanitarian appeal
🥺💔😭
Can you imagine that I am now pregnant in the middle of the seventh month?🥺
I suffer from malnutrition😭 and lack of food. I am in dire need of food for my body and for my fetus that is growing in my womb I have nothing to eat like eggs, meat, and nutritious things.
I only eat bread made from flour that is full of insects and worms💔💔 I suffer from severe infections due to the contamination of the water I drink😭😭
Have you ever experienced what it feels like to be pregnant and sleep hungry💔, you and your young children?💔😭
Please help me, I do not have enough money to buy medicine I am struggling to find the price of the medicine I buy💔
There is not much left until my baby is born 😔😔and I still have not prepared clothes, milk or diapers for him💔💔 Please, for the sake of humanity, I am in dire need of your help and donation Please do not leave us alone,
you are our hope after God 🙏🙏
Your small donation saves my life and the lives of my young children💔
https://gofund.me/81e34fd0
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🚨Urgent humanitarian appeal 🚨
Please don't ignore🙏🙏🇵🇸
Despite the temporary cessation of fire, I am still living in the tent because I found my house a pile of rubble 💔💔 You can imagine spending your whole life in a tent that does not protect from the cold of winter or the heat of summer
I am now about to give birth to my third child in the tent in the extreme cold and I fear he will die. Please help me 🙏🙏 Yesterday my tent was severely damaged by the wind and rain. Please help me rebuild my house and remove the rubble
Also, my husband still needs a lot of treatment and medicines that I cannot buy due to their high price💔. He also needs to travel to get an eye transplant and treat the nerves in his left hand😭. Please, I need your help and donation urgently Conditions are still very difficult in Gaza and there are no signs of a safe, warm life💔
Please donate what you can
Be hope and support us Please 🙏🙏
The Israeli army announces the resumption of the war on Gaza, with heavy shelling throughout the Gaza Strip. The sounds of explosions are very, very loud. We are in danger again.
More than 130 people were killed and 250 others were injured, most of them children and women, according to the initial toll from Israeli airstrikes on homes, schools, shelters, and tents housing displaced people in the Gaza Strip.
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@free-gaza-now-blog
#free_gaza
@tackypies
#free_palestain
I get a lot of messages but please don't ignore my message it's about my children's lives from death due to war💔
I'm so sorry. I'm asking for a donation of 25 euros and it will help a lot to save my family's lives from death and war to life and safety. I would be very grateful for your help 💞
I hope you and your family are well. I'm Hanan from Gaza, a mother of two, I lost my house and my car. I lost many of my family members in the genocide. Help me 💔 Help me get out of Gaza by donating or sharing my posts. My children love life and deserve a better life. ✅️My number has been verified by @gazavetters, and my number has been verified in the list ( #270 ) ✅️
"Desperate plea for help: A family's struggle for survival"
"I ask everyone to listen to me and not ignore me. I really need your help, donate and share my campaign. Today, bombs fell near our tent, and my family and I had to flee due to the constant bombing. We were fasting, and we did not find a safe place to rest, so we spent the night in the street.
The situation has become unbearable, and we need shelter, food, and safety.Please don't leave my family to face this situation alone. Donate hereas every contribution will make a real difference in our lives.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to anyone who can help.
The Sound of Empty Stomachs Is Louder Than Bombs
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?
Donate to my family and help keep them alive. What might be your next meal is an unattainable dream for them.
Start a new life and rebuild
The war is over, and these were moments we were eagerly awaiting, but they came laden with conflicting feelings that are difficult to describe. Great joy because the bloodshed stopped, the sound of shells stopped, but alongside the joy there is greater sadness, sadness for the souls that died.
Keep supporting us, don't stop promoting and donating to the Palestinians because Gaza is still uninhabitable
Ceasefire... does not mean that our battle for Palestine is over 🇵🇸, it is actually the beginning
Our battle ends when we have a free Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸✌️✌️
We hope that peace will prevail in the hearts of our people and that Palestine will be liberated.
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Please don't ignore my story💔🇵🇸🥹🙏
I hope you are all well, I am Hanan from Gaza, I am in dire need of donations please, we live in tents, the rain water is leaking and it is very cold, my house was bombed and we narrowly escaped death and my children were hit by shrapnel, I am a mother of two children, Dana, 3 years old and Adam, 2 months old, Adam was born during the war, I went out from the hospital to the tent, we cannot buy food because of the high prices, there are no winter clothes for my children, the situation is very difficult, I am in dire need of saving my children's lives from death, I want you to support my campaign for me to protect my children from the dangers of the war we are living between death, destruction and the smell of blood, please help me for my children, I hope with your humanity, kindness and doing good for my children, they die every day, I cannot see my children suffering greatly, suffering and displacement, we have been displaced several times, our tent was destroyed due to displacement, I cannot provide the minimum needs for my children. Please do not let me down. I need your support and donations so that I can collect and secure travel expenses and survive from death. Please help me, I will be very grateful🇵🇸🙏🥹.
https://gofund.me/0ddcba1c
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Urgent appeal to those with merciful hearts.🚨 I hope you will help me save my child from his serious illness, which may lead to the worst if we do not address the bad situation that he and my husband are going through, who is injured in this war.
I am Najah Al-Hila, married to Khaled Muqdad from Gaza City. I am a mother of four young children. My family consists of Waleed, 9 years old, Mira, 6 years old, Ahmed, and Mayar, 3 years old.
Ahmed suffered from head cramps and increased electricity after his birth. He was given medication and had blood tests done every two months to make sure his health was stable. He suffered from these cramps in 2021. My husband also suffered from liver and digestive system problems five years ago and is still suffering from these problems. Over time, my husband was injured during the war, which made things worse for him. We thank God for everything. Because of the instability and unavailability of the medication, we face difficulties in buying medications due to their high prices. Now life has become very difficult and the prices of medications have increased due to their scarcity. Things have become more difficult due to the lack of money and his expensive treatment, which has led to its unavailability due to money. I hope that all donors and supporters will not forget Ahmed and his father Khaled in alleviating their pain by providing the costs of his treatment and buying him the appropriate medicine and food. We also do not forget his brothers from the malnutrition they suffered from during this difficult period.
Please everyone pay attention, I have been away from you for a while due to my health condition. I hope this situation is taken seriously. My husband and children's lives are in grave danger, I hope you do not suffer what he suffered. May your children and loved ones be safe and sound. I hope you help in their treatment and that their condition, which has worsened over time, stabilizes. Save Khaled and Ahmed from this disease that has afflicted them, please. Help us.
Note: My husband Khaled was working as a teacher before the war and obtained a teaching certificate from Al-Aqsa University and became an Arabic language teacher, but he was not lucky enough to find a job, so he became a worker due to the poor economic situation we are going through. At the end of my talk, he became injured and unable to work in this current situation. I hope you do not forget this and take it into consideration that there is a mother who seeks to preserve her husband and children by fighting for them. Your support is a support for me in these critical moments that we are living in and we may not live due to the repeated attacks by the occupation and the failure to reach an agreement to end the war.
We are now living in dilapidated tents, my child and husband are suffering.
We can no longer provide the necessities of life. My family's future is completely destroyed. I can no longer live in Gaza. I want to leave the Strip and treat my child and husband, so I need $5,000 per person.
I hope that everyone who watches my story will help me.
To get out of Gaza and find treatment and a better life for my children and family.
I am asking for help, and I hope that you will help me and donate to me.
To save my life from death.
I hope that you will donate even $25-50, it would be wonderful.
This will save my child's life. My husband's life. Donate to help Ahmed and his father evacuate Gaza.
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My heroic friends who support the Palestinian cause... Today, after we have lost hope in this world, I ask you to help us and stand by.
Najah alhela and Khaled Muqdad
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Ahmed and his family need help evacuating from Gaza!
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Ahmed and his family have been living through destruction after they lost their home and Ahmed's job in the start of this g3noc!d3. They have barely been getting donations and urgently need them to get food and save up to get out of Gaza.
🙏🥹 Stop, please 🥹🙏
Don't ignore me, listen to our sad story 💔🥹🍉
I am Ahmed from Gaza,
Married and a father of a two-year-old girl named Ghada,
I don’t know how to describe to you the feeling of war, pain, suffering and destruction that we are living here.
Just imagine that I lost my home and my job and lived through the destruction.
We have been at war for a whole year or more.
I live in a small tent, in the cold and winter.
We have been subjected to the harshest types of oppression.
Here we can no longer bear life.
They target us all the time.
I have been forced to evacuate and move more than once since the beginning of the war until now.
Every time is the hardest, but the next time comes and we are still suffering.
My daughter needs health care, but I am alone and in these circumstances I cannot really give her the most basic rights.
She needs healthy food, but even that has become difficult to obtain due to exploitation and lack of the most basic resources.
We are now in a severe famine and we cannot find any kind of food.
Here in the tent we were drowned by the heavy rains
It is very difficult to escape death to the point that they closed the crossing in front of us and now we cannot travel and we are still here in Gaza, the destruction.
But I created this campaign so that I, my daughter, my wife and my family can leave here when the crossing opens.
But even leaving is not easy.
Because we need coordination from Egypt and we have to pay $ 5,000 per person. We are 3 people here.
I need to save my life and the life of my family from death and you are the only way that can help me achieve this.
Your cooperation with me and your presence will save our lives from death.
I know that you are capable of it and I trust you and I will be grateful to every person who will help me
I hope you see my account and see what we are suffering from, a new displacement and new tents. We are now sleeping in the street, me and my little child. He is suffering a lot. I don't know what awaits us. Our situation is very bad and difficult. It is truly tragic. I hope you help us with your donations, even if they are small. Don't forget us. We are in a difficult situation and my little child cannot bear it. I wish I had given him a better life than this, but he is not well now. He cannot enjoy his life or play like other children. He has become very afraid and cries a lot. I hope you help us and give us hope again. We need you and your constant support. I hope you look at us again and feel what we feel and what we live. Perhaps your donations will be the reason for saving my life and the life of my little child. I hope you always remember us and do not forget us.
Asking for help is not
easy .l request a small donation of $ 10 or $25 from each person .$20 will save my family and help me cover travel expensesx
Donate even $5, even if it is small, it does a lot for us, helps us stay alive and gives us hope to continue our lives and that we can build a new life with these donations
Donate to me and my little boy, he needs your support and your donation 🙏❤️ 🙏🍉
Please help my family
My name is Aisha
I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.
Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.
We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.
My name is Aisha
A mother of eight children. I write to you as I struggle to protect them from hunger, cold, and the death that follows us every moment. We are living in the heart of hell—under relentless bombing, without shelter, without food, without medicine. War has taken everything from us, even our dreams.
My daughter lost her husband—he was martyred before her eyes by the Israeli army, leaving her child an orphan before he could even speak his first words. Our home, the only place that once gave us safety, has been completely destroyed. Now, we have nothing but the sky raining fire upon us and the ground that can barely bear our pain.
My youngest child has a sebaceous cyst near his ear and needs urgent surgery, but how can I provide him with treatment when we don’t even have food to eat? How can I save my children from hunger and illness when I have nothing left but my voice to plead for help?
Please, do not leave us alone in this suffering. Any help, no matter how small, could save my children’s lives. Your donation could give them a chance to survive this nightmare we live in every day.
Help us… Save my children… Do not leave us to die.
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