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
vetted by @gazavetters, and (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.
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.
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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😔🚨
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 ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
🌿 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 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.
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🇵🇸🙏🥹.
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I am mai from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉
I hope you are well .
I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask 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, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every participation can make a difference in my family's life.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸
The campaign was documented by @90-ghost
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸