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Hello dear❤️
I'm Eslam from Gaza, a mother of two girls, Hanaa, 5 years old, and Alma, 11 months old.
We are all exposed to a genocide in which we lost our home, our work, our car, and 11 members of my family , and I cannot bear to lose more , My children suffer from malnutrition and intestinal infections from living in the squalid tent😭
I am not a beggar 💔 I had the most beautiful life, a wonderful, big home, and a respectable job.
I hope that you will donate a little, no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives.
It will make a difference with me so that we can start a new life outside of the stricken Gaza.💔
Please donate or reblog the pinned post on my bage to save the lives of my two girls before it is too late🥺
The cost of evacuation to Egypt is 30,000 for 4 people.😭😭😭😭
‼️‼️ I'm verified by ♡90-ghost♡ ♡beesandwaterlemon♡ / dlxxv_donations🚫
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What a lovely Permit Office…
My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.
Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.
Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.
Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.
Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.
Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.
Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.
My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.
After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.
The Right to a Peaceful Life
My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.
Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.
"Here are your tortured poets. All from Mahmoud Darwish to Dr. Refat Alareer to Khaled Juma, these are tortured poets. Tortured by longing for a home they can never return to, tortured by the world they were born to for BEING BORN. Palestine, home to the tortured poets department." [@/folkoftheshelf on X. April 20th, 2024.]
Gem’s fish market (fresh and not suspicious)
My friends on Tumblr, my situation is catastrophic. My children suffer from malnutrition. All the food and drink is contaminated. The process of displacement from one place to another exhausted us. Our tent was burned and other bombing, death, and war of extermination. Please help us escape this nightmare please please please Donate to reach the goal and share the post
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I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.
My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.
This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.
A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.
We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.
It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.
My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.
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