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[fatoam232]

My husband is injured and is lying in Nasser Hospital😟

Please stand with us, do not leave us alone under the bombardment, donate to us, you are our strength in times of weakness, do not leave us behind🙏🫂🇦🇪

Donate to us via the link.....🙏🇦🇪

https://gofund.me/ace5cd57

Verified....

@Ghost 90

THE ISRAELI OCCUPATION HAS BOMBED ANOTHER HOSPITAL.

Coinciding with an attack on Rafah on the 23rd of march, (source) the Israeli occupation has bombed The surgical wing of Nasser hospital. (source)

This attack is in direct violation of articles 16, 17, and 18 of the Geneva convention as Nasser hospital is a civilian hospital that had civilian patients inside at the time of the attack. There is no evidence that adequate warning was given to hospital staff or patients which would be in violation of article 19 of the Geneva Convention even if the targeting of the hospital was valid, which it was not.

Here is a list of affected families who have contacted me:

@\fatoam232 (link to fundraiser)

@\ammarfamily2 (link to fundraiser)

Please help them!

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@genkishoujo @ofieloafi @chiacynta @a-shade-of-blue @murderbot @femmefitz @gaysbashback @karlmarxbongrip @sceneboyfriend @eastgaysian @digoload @virovac

@skylarkstarflower @deus3xmachinablog @auroramosaic @itsbebebe

[fatoam232]

In our torn tent, all we hear is the sound of the wind cutting through its fragile walls, as if it's playing the eternal song of sorrow. Every corner reminds us of betrayal, every piece of cloth flapping as if it refuses to protect us. The tent doesn't offer safety; it's just a shelter throwing us into a sea of despair. At every moment, we live in fear that the wind will tear us apart, just as life has torn us apart. There’s no place here for rest or hope, only hidden pain between the broken walls and shattered dreams that flutter aimlessly. Every night, we sleep under a sky that knows no mercy, fearing the silence that fills the air, because here, silence means loss, and loss means that a part of us has died. 😔🌪️💔

Verified.....❤️

@90-ghost

[fatoam232]

Israel continues the massacres in Gaza... 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!🇦🇪🙏

https://gofund.me/ace5cd57 Link here......🇦🇪🙏

[fatoam232]

A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

[fatoam232]

Israel continues the massacres in Gaza... 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!🇦🇪🙏

https://gofund.me/ace5cd57 Link here......🇦🇪🙏

[fatoam232]

The war has returned to Gaza and its people with all ferocity😭💔

We are living a very difficult night💔, explosions are next to us😢, we miraculously survived, my children, I don't know if they are dying of fear or starvation😭

A tough night in every sense of the word😟

My children and I need you, stay with us, don't leave us behind, we need your help and your donations, even a little makes a difference to us, please don't leave us🙏

Donation link......🇦🇪

[fatoam232]

The war has resumed😭🇦🇪

My family needs you. Rockets are over our heads😢. We were displaced from the place where we live, running and fearing death😭. We are running while bullets are chasing us, me and my family😭

We are living through difficult days, fear is controlling my children💔

My family needs you🇦🇪🙏

The link is pinned here....🇦🇪🙏

Don't leave my family behind🫂💔🙏

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@randanopterix @yourlocalvastard @loathsome-little-creature @mermaidflakes @greggorylee @kermitthegod @frazzledhare @mach1ne-g1rl @pure-failure @hamstrbaxtr @starsandspicedpeaches @

@carameldreamer @nousername78934628 @tiredtree @tspultradeluxe @plaguegirlfriend @breadbuggenius @ferretly @greggorylee @webtoonscreenshots

[fatoam232]

Hello everyone. These are Fatima’s children. The child holding the bag is Fatima’s daughter, Manar. Manar was expecting to go kindergarten. But due the lack of funds and state of Gaza, she couldn’t.

Imagine being in Fatima’s family, having to start from the beginning because of something that was out of their control.

You might be asking, “well what can I do?” To my response, they are a lot of ways that you can help. You can start by going to their campaign and donating a minimum of $5. Even the smallest amount of change can help them out.

https://gofund.me/dd891a1c

If you can’t donate, just share this post and their blog as much as you can. @fatoam232.

Don’t lose hope in the people in Gaza. They still need you.

[fatoam232]

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A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

[fatoam232]

Once upon a time, we lived a peaceful life in our home, moving from one day to the next in peace and safety. Our family was close, and we had what we needed to live with dignity. But then, the٠ war came and destroyed everything💔. Our home, which we considered our refuge, became ruins, destroyed by shells and the terrifying sounds of battles. We could do nothing but run for our lives💔. We took what we could carry and ran away from the rubble. After leaving everything behind, we ended up living in a small tent on the outskirts of the city. The tent was a temporary shelter for us, and we hoped that one day things would get better, but life in the tent was harsh😭, especially in the winter. One stormy day, a strong wind blew, too strong for us to resist. The wind blew and blew the tent, causing it to fall to the ground. We were left on the street, without shelter or protection, all looking for a place to protect us from the cold and rain. Our children were in a state of fear and confusion, and all I cared about at that moment was to provide them with a safe place to live. Today, after all that we have been through, I appeal to you, the kind-hearted people, to support us in building a room of stones, to be our safe home. We need your help to provide the necessary building materials, because I cannot bear to see my children grow up in difficult conditions. I want them to live in peace and security, away from fear and storms. I will never forget the support you will provide us🙏, every bit of help means a lot to us. For the safety of my children, and for a better life for them, I ask you to extend a helping hand🙏.

https://gofund.me/ace5cd57

[fatoam232]

Once upon a time, we lived a peaceful life in our home, moving from one day to the next in peace and safety. Our family was close, and we had what we needed to live with dignity. But then, the٠ war came and destroyed everything💔. Our home, which we considered our refuge, became ruins, destroyed by shells and the terrifying sounds of battles. We could do nothing but run for our lives💔. We took what we could carry and ran away from the rubble. After leaving everything behind, we ended up living in a small tent on the outskirts of the city. The tent was a temporary shelter for us, and we hoped that one day things would get better, but life in the tent was harsh😭, especially in the winter. One stormy day, a strong wind blew, too strong for us to resist. The wind blew and blew the tent, causing it to fall to the ground. We were left on the street, without shelter or protection, all looking for a place to protect us from the cold and rain. Our children were in a state of fear and confusion, and all I cared about at that moment was to provide them with a safe place to live. Today, after all that we have been through, I appeal to you, the kind-hearted people, to support us in building a room of stones, to be our safe home. We need your help to provide the necessary building materials, because I cannot bear to see my children grow up in difficult conditions. I want them to live in peace and security, away from fear and storms. I will never forget the support you will provide us🙏, every bit of help means a lot to us. For the safety of my children, and for a better life for them, I ask you to extend a helping hand🙏.

https://gofund.me/ace5cd57

[fatoam232]

[fatoam232]

[fatoam232]

A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

Donation link

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