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.
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On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
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
🌿 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. 💚
I don't know how to write these words, as my heart can no longer bear this pain. I feel as if I am drowning in a sea of helplessness and fear, while my little boy, Mohammed, suffers in front of me, struggling to breathe, in pain every moment. All I can do is shed tears and pray.
My child is suffering from severe lung infections, and his condition is getting worse by the day. The doctors told me that the only hope to save him is urgent surgery,
But when I heard the cost of the treatment, I felt as if the world had collapsed on my head. The amount required is very large, and I only have a small amount of it. I cannot stand idly by and watch him suffocate in front of me, but I also don't have the ability to save him alone.
I beg you, please💔❤️🩹
Don't let the disease take him from me while I am powerless to do anything. Any help, any support, even if it's just sharing this appeal, could save his life. Nothing is more painful than seeing your beloved child in pain, unable to relieve his pain.
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I am Ahmed from Gaza,
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 🙏
https://gofund.me/b60fb34d
Unfortunately I don't have enough money to donate, but I hope that sharing your case will help to get more diffusion. 🫂
Hello dear 🌹 I hope you are fine Help us God bless you 🙏 I am Ataf from Gaza Palestine A mother of five children I am talking to you with a heavy heart on behalf of my family who need help urgently The war has destroyed everything we own It has destroyed everything my husband and I built for these children in a second! Now we have nothing We don't have the price of rent or education or anything.. 😔 I hope you read Share the link Special in my campaign My campaign has been verified by Gaza Vetters on line 88. It has also been verified by gaza-evacuation-funds and determinate-negation You can visit my profile page and check it out 🌿 Donate, feel free to do so and rest assured that Allah will reward you because we are in dire need of it And share the link on social media It would be so kind of you May Allah make you happy throughout your life dear Thank you 🙏
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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
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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