Trapped Family In Gaza Appeals For Help To Survive

Stop for a minute and look at what is happening to us 😥🙏

This is what happened near us last night 😭

We are not numbers 😥

We are unable to live We are very tired We miraculously survived I don't know if we will survive the next time We are unable to stay here 😩

To all the merciful hearts Look at us please Help us 😭

Help us and spread our story so that the whole world can see what we are going through We are not numbers.

I raised €390/€10,000

I raised a little bit of money but still not enough to cover my expenses to get out of here 😥

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Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Halas, married to the martyred journalist Alaa Al-Dahdouh. My journalist wife works for the Watan News Agency and we had a beautiful child named Karam. The real disaster began on Wednesday, May 31, 2024, when my wife, my child and I were surprised by a huge missile that fell on us and exploded in the place where we were, targeting the house we fled to and other neighboring houses

. At that moment, my journalist wife Alaa hugged our child Karam to protect him from the hell of the missile, but she turned into pieces and died immediately. My child Karam and I miraculously escaped certain death when the pressure of the missile threw me a long distance, which resulted in me being injured by numerous shrapnel and multiple injuries that led to severe fractures in my leg and damage to the nerves in my hand and foot and various shrapnel in different parts of my body

. My wife is a journalist covering the crimes of genocide against defenseless civilians in the Gaza Strip. With the intensification of the bombing and the scarcity of food and water, my wife and I struggled daily to secure food for our only child Karam, who was also suffering from severe fear because of The brutal bombing of the Gaza Strip.

Now after the disaster that befell my family, I need your generous support to overcome my ordeal and pay for my treatment and surgeries. I need several surgeries outside the Gaza Strip that cost a lot of money, and I am in dire need of your tears and support.

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Donate to Help me save myself and my child Karam, organized by Abdul-Rahman Hellis

Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Hilles from Gaza Palestine,, married … Abdul-Rahman Hellis needs your support for Help me save myself

I am confident that after reading my sad story, you will sympathize with me and share with me and will not leave me and my child Karam alone.

Donate to me or share my campaign with your friends to donate to me

No matter how small your donation is, it means to me a chance for me and my child to be treated and to stay safe.

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

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

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Donate to Help Mahmoud and His Family Survive, organized by Jovan I

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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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Please help me and my family escape to a safe place and end the suffering.🙏🏻💔

The sound of warplanes is now very loud and frightening.😭🛩️💥

the bombing, destruction, hunger and pain have returned, we are still without a home without a safe place😭💔

We were displaced and homeless several times. There were no vehicles to transport us from the place that posed a danger to our lives. We could only walk or ride an animal. Our bodies are tired. We can no longer bear to move every time because we do not have food or drink to provide our bodies with energy. We lack all the necessities of life

I stand helpless and unable to provide milk and diapers for my child

Our children are dying of hunger

So I ask you to help and donate to save the lives of our children because I know that you will not abandon us or let us down.

Please help us 🙏

My first time writing. A little snippet of a Power rangers fic.

Power Rangers MM: Tommy’s Accident Pt.1

“Tommy make sure to stretch before you start warming up.” The dojo instructor suggested to Tommy as he went back off to the side. Tommy began stretching alongside his five friends, Jason, Kimberly, Zack, Trini, Billy. About thirty minutes later the six friends comms started beeping and they all asked to be excused. The teacher excused them from the Dojo. They packed their book bag and went out of the Angel grove high school and answered their comms.

Tommy: “Zordon, come in, Zordon?”

Zordon: “Rangers, their’s a monster terrorizing citizens in downtown Angel Grove at a park.”

Tommy: “We’re on our way!”

Tommy and the rangers skateboard over to the park. They see the monster named Blackburn alongside some putties. The rangers take out their morpher’s and morph.

Tommy: “Dragonzord!”

Zack: “Mastadon!”

Kimberly: “Pterodactyl!”

Billy: “Triceratops!”

Trini: “Sabertooth tiger!”

Jason: “Tyrannosaurus!”

The Rangers morphed and got straight to work taking out Putties while Zack and Jason focused on Blackburn. Putties were attacking an old woman and she yelled “Help!” Tommy saw Blackburn try and shoot the old woman and Billy with a ray gun as he was helping her…. To be continued.

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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 5$, 10$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

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🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

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.

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