A mother's cry from Gaza 🌏🍉
Now, I’m struggling to provide the most basic needs—food, shelter, and safety—for my children.
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Dangerous winter🚨
It's getting worse and harder for my famil
Today, before sunrise, the winds started and the rain fell heavily until the tent was flooded and all its contents were flooded and the tent that sheltered my children collapsed.
We became homeless in this cold and winter.
We took all the contents of the tent outside in the hope of trying to repair it, but to no avail, as you can see in the video.
The situation is very difficult and dangerous I hope to collect 1200€ to buy a new tent to protect my children.
Help me make 2025 better and feel a little happy after the torment🙏🫂
I trust you, I'm sure you won't let me A down🙏🫂
Happy New Year to all of you. I hope everyone shares this post and donates if🫂💚🙏
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New update🚨🚨
8890$ out of 60k$
Gaza under fire again in the Holy Month of Ramadan ‼️💔🥺
Yesterday was a bloody night with a new evacuation for my family. We were sleep and then we woke up in a very high explosion we were shocked that war return and we return to suffer from killing us. 400 people died in this day. We forced to leave our place. We escaped from our tents to find safe place. I will tell you a secret In Gaza there's no safe place in reality but we are lying on ourselves ourselves. 💔💔🥺
We have two years Ramadan in War.
Hunger is surrounding us and nothing to eat here. Everything is so expinsive 💔
Ramadan supposed to be like this but it's not
Instead it's like this
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*How Can Your Donations Help?
- *Water*: Here in Gaza we do not have access to clean water for drinking or daily use. Your donations can help provide safe drinking water.
- *Food*: we do not have enough food, and your donations can help provide basic meals for us
- *Shelter*: We have lost their homes due to the ongoing situation. Your donations can help provide tents or shelter for us.
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Every donation, no matter how small, makes a difference. You can be the reason for a smile on our face.
I am not writing these words to complain, but rather because perhaps they will reach a living heart, a person who still believes that helping others is the greatest thing a person can do.
I write these words with a heart filled with fear, but I still believe that goodness has not died, and that there are those who will hear this call and extend a helping hand to us at a time when we need mercy most.
A donation may be a reason to save the lives of innocent people from death
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Death in all its forms, with complete silence from a complacent world.
No food, no drink, no security, no medicine, and displacement.
What have we done to deserve all this?
Closed crossings and exorbitant prices that only the upper class can afford.
My health is deteriorating.
I never expected that I would reach the point of complaining.
You can support me through the link.
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. 💔
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. 💔
My family and I have become homeless after the random bombing in Gaza We are facing dire humanitarian conditions without shelter or food. We appeal to kind-hearted people to help us find shelter and food or to share this appeal to spread our voice
We are living under extremely difficult conditions. Right now, we are trapped under heavy bombardment all around us.
I am pleading with you from the bottom of my heart—please donate and help us relocate to safety.
Our area has now been declared a ghost zone, which means the danger is beyond words.
Please don’t leave us to die in silence.
My husband Shadi was injured during the war, his condition is critical, and he urgently needs treatment abroad.
I beg you, save my family, save my children—save us before it’s too late.
Our lives are in your hands.
We are not just numbers on the news........
We are a real family—children who want to live, a mother who’s trying to protect them, a father who is injured and in pain.
Our home is no longer safe. Our nights are filled with fear and the sound of bombs.
Even the smallest donation could mean shelter, food, medicine, or a way to escape this nightmare.
After more than a month of disconnection, we are finally back...
-These photos are from today, 11/3/2025.-
Today, I am sharing a glimpse of our new life, where we have started again beside our home that was destroyed by war. Despite the pain and loss, we have not lost hope, and our determination to build a better future for our children remains unshaken.
This Tumblr house we now live in is not just walls—it is a testament to our resilience and to the love and support of everyone who has stood by us. You have always been a community full of kindness and generosity, and today, I share these moments so you can see how the light continues to shine in our hearts despite everything.
-This clip was made yesterday by my daughter Lian to make something for Amir to sleep in and the experiment was successful. This is Amir sleeping.-
But life here is still very difficult. We are still trying to stay strong, and we have built a simple shelter to live in—I will attach photos. We are waiting for the border to open so we can travel, hoping for the day when I can see my children wearing school uniforms, going to learn, playing in safe, undamaged places, eating clean food, and drinking safe water.
For now, we are just trying to survive with what little we have, as the border remains closed to everyone except those with severe medical conditions and critical war injuries.
We need your support once again. I will try to stay connected online and keep sharing photos and videos of our new life. Thank you to everyone standing with us—you are our hope in these difficult times.
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My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.