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Don't skip 🚨Emergency

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I appeal to you and to your humanity, please help me, donate to save my children from famine🥹💔 😭

Today's editorials of major international newspapers addressed the Gaza famine💔

Please donate to the link

Every donation, no matter how small, makes a difference and saves my children from hunger💔😭

This is the situation of the children of Gaza. As a mother, my heart burns for these children and I fear for my children from starvation. Please donate to save my children from starvation😭😭😭

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‼️ Urgent and Very Important ‼️

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Hello my friends, I am in desperate need of your help. GoFundMe deleted my campaign after it stopped for over 5 months without any reason mentioned...

I lost around 35,000 of a total of48,000, and now they are going to refund the donations to the donors. That's why I am urgently asking for your help and donations through the new link...

We are going through very tough days and extremely bad situations. We are witnessing famine everywhere, so please, if you can donate or share, don’t stop 💔💔🙏

Please donate and share🙏

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my Dear

In the corners of our tattered tent, there is no place for comfort or smiles, only pain and hunger dominate our days. For over a month, bread has been cut off, and we no longer find anything to satisfy our hunger. My husband and I are fighting for survival, while our little daughter, who is not even six months old, looks at us with innocence as we struggle to meet her basic needs.😭😭💔

The suffering around us is escalating, the shelling never stops, and we are living in desperate times where food and water have become a distant dream.😭 The rising prices of flour have made life feel like an unending hell, and we fight to stay alive.💔😭

We plead with compassionate hearts to extend a helping hand. Any assistance that contributes to buying a bag of flour could give us a chance to survive and alleviate the hunger that consumes us.😭😭😭

#SaveUs #Aid #Hunger

Together, we can overcome this ordeal.💔😭😭🫂🫂

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline.👇🙏

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💔 Save my family... My child is dying before my eyes 💔

I write these words with my heart shattering with pain... My little child, a piece of my soul, is dying before my eyes. Severe infections have eaten away at his lungs, and he's struggling to breathe. His thin body trembles with pain, and every moment that passes takes him further away from me.

The doctor said his life was hanging by a thread... and the only solution to save him was an urgent and complex surgery, but it was expensive, and I had no money for it. How could I choose between helplessness and death? Between the money I don't have and my child's screams that tore me apart?!

And before we could even think... the tanks arrived, and the bombing began. The hospital we were in was reduced to rubble. The screams of the mothers and patients were louder than the bullets. I carried my child and fled through the rubble, my eyes in disbelief.

They transferred us to another hospital, and there, too, came the threat... urgent evacuation or death under bombardment. There is no longer a safe place in Gaza. There is no longer medicine, and no doctor capable of doing anything.

One of the staff members told us, "If you want to save your son, you must leave Gaza immediately." But how? How can I leave when I don't even have the money for food? How can I escape death with nothing but grief?!

I am a mother screaming from under the rubble... screaming from the depths of my wounds. My child is dying, and I am dying with him a thousand times every hour. I have nothing but my words and my tears. I beg your hearts: Please save my child... Please, don't let me watch him disappear from my grasp without me doing anything

Help me... before the pain turns into death, before my child is buried under the soil without a last chance. This is more difficult, harsher, and more painful than I can bear. Save my family. Save my soul.

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🚨📣A distress call from grieving hearts Together we face the harshness of life.📣🚨

To those with compassionate hearts and generous hands

We, sisters Alaa and Manal, come to you today with hearts filled with both pain and hope. The harsh winds of war have swept us away, and we lost our father and our lifelong support, our husbands, leaving behind children whose only fault was that they were born in a time when security was scarce.

Im Alaa, am a mother of two young children, a four-year-old girl and a two-year-old boy. Every day, I wonder how I will provide them with a living and the necessities of a decent life. Life did not give me a chance to say goodbye to my husband. All I have left of him is a ring with our names written on it.

my sister, Manal, she has three children: an eleven-year-old boy, a three-year-old boy, and an eight-year-old girl. Her suffering is compounded by a neck injury that is pressing on her spinal nerve, threatening her with quadriplegia.She needs an emergency operation to relieve pressure on her spine, but this operation cannot be performed inside Gaza due to the lack of resources. This makes caring for her three children an unbearable challenge.

Our tragedies did not stop there. Our sick mother, who suffers from pulmonary fibrosis, lives with us and suffers in silence. We have all lost our homes, which were destroyed by the war, and we have experienced the bitterness of displacement and displacement dozens of times. We lived in tents, experienced the harshness of homelessness, and today, we have no stable source of income to help us cope with the burdens of life and meet the needs of our children and our sick mother.

We have exhausted all our energy and our resources. We search for a glimmer of hope, for a hand to reach out to us and lift this heavy burden. Today, we appeal to you with broken hearts but with dignity that refuses to be broken, to extend a helping hand. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives.

We believe that there are hearts in this world that carry goodness, and that your humanity will be our support. May God reward you for all you do. With deep thanks and appreciation,

Alaa, Manal, their children, and their mother.

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Where should I go next and what to feed my baby Adam ?🥺💔💔😭

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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️

You can share this or donate with anything you can 🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

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.

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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed the house I was in — my grandfather’s home. It was the heart of our family.

I was there with my mother, my sister, and my three younger brothers.

When the missile hit, everything turned to smoke, blood, and silence.

My mother and sister were killed instantly.

My brothers and I were pulled from the rubble, injured — but alive.

Moments later, my father arrived at the hospital.

He didn’t know if any of us had survived. He ran through the halls, searching.

Al Jazeera Mubasher filmed that exact moment — the moment he found us.

This video isn’t easy to watch. But it’s the truth.

It’s the moment my father found his sons alive…

and learned that his wife and daughter were gone.

source:

https://www.instagram.com/share/_qqk5pMrz

I’m sharing this not to cause pain, but because I want people to understand what we’ve lived through.

This isn’t just a story. It’s our life.

It’s the moment that changed everything.

I’m still here. I’m trying to raise my brothers now.

We are trying to rebuild something from what was taken.

If you can help — even with a share — thank you

And if you just watched this, thank you for witnessing.

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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #609 ) ✅️

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

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Pay attention please

Help Save My Family from the Hell of War in Gaza

I’m Hossam Al-Serr, a Palestinian living in Germany, and I urgently need your support to rescue my family from the constant danger they face. After our home was destroyed, they are now living in harsh conditions in a temporary shelter in Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. Every small donation can make a big differenceEvery single donation even it is €5 will help us reach our goal.

To donate

If you are unable to donate, you can still help by sharing this message and the campaign link with your friends and family. Every share increases the chance of reaching more people who are willing to help.

IMPORTANT NOTICE

If you have any questions please feel free to contact me

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🚨🚨🚨I am Ahmed from Gaza

I take care of homeless cats, knowing that these cats lost their mothers due to war and lack of care💔🥺

I found these cats on the street in a difficult condition. I am very sad for these cats and I do not have anything to help them. Therefore, I ask you to help these poor cats and donate to them, even if just a little, to keep them alive.😭💔🥺

I hope to reach my goal🙏🥺

Donations link👇👇

Hi, my name is Ahmad I am an independant animal rescuer, lover, helping stray animals of Palestine, please help me take care of these animals in dire need of food medicine and shelter, your donations will be of great help, thank you kindly, anything helps

It has been an extremely difficult task to keep these animals safe, they require medical help, food, warmth, shelter, so everyday is a struggle to achieve this while we are being bombed and killed, but I am determined to keep them safe and my family safe, I just want to say that everything helps,nothing is too small, we are grateful for every little bit, it is greatly appreciated

I would like to say thank you for the donations, I’m filled with hope when I see the kindness of strangers, without your help it would be impossible to survive, i extend my gratitude in this very difficult time for us, I truly appreciate everything that you are all doing for us

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Under the war you waged against us, we lost everything: our home, our money, our businesses, and even our clothes. I paid for everything I had in my home and my businesses because of the bombing we witnessed every day. To this day, we have been displaced several times, and the first night was extremely difficult. As a result, my children became exhausted due to malnutrition and lack of food and medicine.

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Emergency: Help Abedallah and his family to Evacuate From GAZA WAR

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https://gofund.me/c358a1a5

Dear Humanity,

Please read this as if I'm a member of your family. maybe your brother, son or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.

My name is Abedallah, a fresh graduate who wants to be a doctor like his role model, his father.

A student who was supposed to start his university and achieve the dreams he worked for but found himself losing the city he's living in, his house and losing any hope of a better future with it.

And after a alot of studying in Tawjihi ( The final level at high school before joining university), the war had another plan.

The story started since childhood, when every one I have knowen called me doctor.

This continued till I reach to the final grade at my school grade 12 (Tawjihi).

In this time, I felt that everything should be real, I can do it, I started to study

and work hard from begining to end, no sleep, no rest, all these things to achieve my goal and make my dream a real one.

The hard year has finished, then two week of fear waiting.

After this, the result came, it’s 99.4, I ranked the third in my country.

Since the war on Gaza strip started, we struggled alot, when we were at home at the beginning of the war the Israeli occupation bombed many houses around us, then we were displaced to Rafah because of fear and at the first day suddenly we heard the sound of many blasts,cracking glass and screaming women and children, they blew up a residential square near us.

After two months, I returned to khanyonis, but not to our home.

I live in tent becuse the israeli occupation burned my house completely, nothing left.

I feel that I lost and continue to lose every thing, this war made my dreams, hopes, my beloved things and my beautiful house burned and disappeared.

The single wish for me at this time is waking up from this nightmare and everything goes back to what it was.

Help your brother to get out of this disaster, rebuild his house and complete his education and realise his dream of becoming a doctor.

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I appeal to your compassionate hearts to stand with us in whatever way you can. Do you feel what my family and I feel?

Our lives have become lifeless; we are just waiting for our turn to die.

We dream of getting a little food to survive, and sometimes we cannot get it.

If you feel what my family and I feel, please donate and share on your page.

✅Vetted by @gazavetters link here

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A Cry of Pain from the Al-Safadi Family Devastated by the War in Gaza

I am Mahmoud Al-Safadi, a 54-year-old man, married to Nada, who is 40, and together we have three children: Lina (24), Alaa (21), and Shahd (19). Like any family, our dreams were simple — to live safely together under one roof. But fate has been cruel to us.

The recent war in Gaza has completely destroyed our home, forcing us to move from place to place, searching for safety amidst the terrifying sounds of bombings and explosions. Displacement from northern Gaza became our only option, and here we are now, homeless and facing the harshest of conditions. We suffer from severe shortages of food, water, and medicine, and live under a blockade that stifles every hope of living with dignity.

I used to work at a mobile phone shop on Al-Nasr Street in Gaza City, but the war took everything. My workplace was completely destroyed, and I lost the only source of income for my family. Now, all I dream of is a chance to live, to provide my children with their simplest right — a peaceful life.

We are now in desperate need of your support. Every donation, no matter how small, could be a lifeline, offering us hope for a better tomorrow, maybe even saving us from this unending nightmare.

We call upon you to stand with us in our ordeal, as every contribution is a step towards saving an entire family.

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