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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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
💔 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. ❤️
#helppalestine #freepalestine #🍉
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?
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#Help_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.
And if you truly cannot donate, keep sharing, speak up. You have to excuse.
Wonderland kids
Vatted by association
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😭😭
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🌿 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. 💚