🌟 A Plea From Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

My little child bears the trouble of fetching water for us, even though at this age he should be playing and having fun like children. This is the condition of our children. Their weak bodies suffer because of responsibility.

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Donate 10$ change my life

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My child suffers from unknown skin diseases in the form of pimples and burns

. He is in severe pain and cannot sleep comfortably. This is due to the lack of money to buy detergents and medicine to treat him. Everything around us is unclean. Environmental pollution surrounds us everywhere. Help me get money to protect my children from this epidemic. If you cannot Share it with your friends so that someone can help me and save my family

We are in the south... suffering from famine‼️, save us🙏

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, specifically from Al-Mawasi in the south of the Strip...

We are suffering from famine, there is no food other than flour and its price is 300$... It is very expensive, we cannot afford it...

I struggle every day in crowded queues to get bread to feed my family.😞💔

Help me and donate to me to buy flour for my family and satisfy their hunger.🙏

I'm nothing without you. You are my last hope.🫂😞😭

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Donate to Help Wasim's family rebuild their lives, organized by Freya Knarr

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My name is Ahmed, a father from Gaza, desperately trying to protect my children as we face the harsh winter. The freezing cold has made our lives unbearable, and my little ones are shivering in wet clothes from the relentless rain. 😔

Our tent, which we call home, is barely standing due to the strong winds, and I fear it might collapse at any moment. I urgently need $1,000 to buy warm clothes, blankets, and to repair our fragile shelter before it’s too late.

So far, I’ve only been able to gather $78, but we are still far from our goal. 💔 Even the smallest amount can help shield my children from the bitter cold and give them a chance to stay warm.

We know the world has turned its back on us, but we are certain you won’t. 🙏 Your kindness and compassion can give my children hope and warmth in these difficult times.

Please, if you can help, my children and I are counting on you. Don’t let us face this alone.

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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Donate to Support Hossam’s afflicted family to rebuild their lives., organized by nouraldin alqazzaz

Dear reader, I am Hussam Al-Qazzaz from Gaza, and I am wr… nouraldin alqazzaz needs your support for Support Hossam’s afflicted family t

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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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Please Help An Animation Art Director Rebuild from the Fires!

Steve Lowtwait is one of our fantastic (and Emmy Award Winning) Art Directors on Big City Greens, a gentleman who has been on the show since the very beginning. He also lost so much because of the wild fires where his home was in Altadena. If you can, please donate to his family. The Lowtwait's have had a difficult year prior to this, and anything you can give will help them rebuild.

If Big City Greens, Hey Arnold, Three Caballeros, We Bare Bears, Club Penguin ever have made you smile, know that Steve had a hand in making those cartoons come to life. Please consider sharing this link for his GoFundMe.

Thank you again.

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Donate to Help the Lowtwaits Rebuild After LA Wildfires, organized by Fallon Voorheis

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Hello 👋 🤗,

I hope you are well 🌺.

I am writing to you with a heart full of hope and faith, asking for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them.

Please, could you reblog the post about my campaign on my account? Every share can make a difference in my family's life. 🙏

Note:My old Tumblr account was deactivated💔, and I need your support again♥️.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🌹🌺

Sure, I'm not really a very large account but I hope this helps in some way. All the best to you and your family

A Future Beyond War Starts With You

💔 I Lost My Family. I Lost My Home. But I Won’t Lose Hope.

My name is Naser, and my world has been turned upside down by war. I lost my mother and sister in an attack that shattered my life. Our home, once a place of warmth and security, was completely destroyed. My three brothers and I have been displaced twice, each time forced to start over with nothing but the clothes on our backs.

But even after losing so much, I refuse to lose hope.

🌱 We Still Have Dreams Despite our struggles, we still dream of a better future. Each of us holds onto a vision of who we want to become:

🔹 One of my brothers wants to be a doctor—to help others, so no one else has to experience loss like ours. 🔹 Another wants to become an engineer—to rebuild, to create something meaningful from the ashes. 🔹 My youngest brother? He just wants to be a kid again. To laugh, to play, to live without fear.

🏡 But Right Now, We Have Nothing We don’t have a home. We don’t have stability. We don’t have the means to continue our education. Every day is a battle for survival.

💙 This Is Where You Can Help Your kindness can change our lives. A small donation can provide food, shelter, and hope. If you can’t donate, sharing this post helps more than you know.

🙏 Please, Stand With Us. Help us rebuild, help us dream again. Thank you for believing in us. Thank you for being the reason we don’t give up. ❤️

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Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

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MY SON NEEDS A SURGERY FOR HIS BRAIN ‼️‼️💔

Hello, im ashraf azmi, im a father of a young man called ‘JAD ASHRAF AZMI’✅

Jad is a 9-year-old boy and the only child of his parents, their big dream was to have a baby after 7 years of marriage full of struggles and health problems, they had almost given up on the idea of having a child, but then JAD came and filled their lives with joy and happiness, he was a very smart kid, great in his studies, and loved by his friends and family.

But one day, while playing like usual, he suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, then threw up and fainted, his parents quickly rushed him to the hospital, where they got a shocking surprise🚨💔the doctors discovered that JAD had irregular and strong electrical charges in his brain.

From that moment on, the family’s life changed completely, and JAD’S treatment became their top priority, they started an expensive treatment journey, they bought high priced medicine and even had to borrow money from relatives to cover the treatment costs, but unfortunately, the treatment wasn’t effective, and his condition worsened, he began suffering from daily, chronic seizures, which made it impossible for him to go to school or live his normal life😔🚨

After some time, the doctor in charge of his case decided that the only solution was immediate brain surgery to remove the seizure focus, with a 99% success rate, this was the only option because JAD’S brain was not responding to the medication that kept his condition stable, the surgery, along with hospital and doctor fees, costs $45,000, which is a huge amount for his family, who are already facing financial pressure. Now, JAD needs your help.

Every donation, no matter how small, can give JAD a new chance at a better life and bring back his smile, JAD is the future, and he is his family’s hope that they cannot give up on, help JAD go back to school and live his childhood with joy and hope. DO NOT IGNORE THIS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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A child “JAD” needs a surgery, saving him is our responsibility.

I am Seigen Mizu from the Seigen Mizu Dojo. I was informed about Jad's cause via a friend, and immediately wanted to set to work to find a w

Hello

I hope my message finds you safe

I would be really grateful if you could help me by donating to save me and my family from the dangers of war and death in Gaza and escape to a safe place.

We can't bear this injustice and fear. We have endured 10 months of suffering, humiliation, destruction and escaping death. No one asks about us. We are dying here in public, and there is nothing now to survive.

Please share, repost or donate to my family 🙏

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Unfortunately I don't have enough money to donate, but I hope that sharing your case will help to get more diffusion. 🫂