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Help us escape from Gaza and find a safe haven, we have lost everything, our home, our work and some of our loved ones, my only dream and hope is to save my family and find a safer place, please donate and share, every bit of help brings us closer to hope and finding a decent life, your donation is the key to hope for those who have lost everything.

thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have given to me and my family and I wish you happiness and a beautiful life.

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When a father can’t feed his daughters, the pain cuts deeper than any wound.

I’m Musab, struggling with a painful shoulder and in desperate need of surgery. My daughter Lama’s hand is injured, held together by a metal plate.

There was a time when donations helped us put food on the table, but now, they have almost stopped—and I can no longer feed my daughters even one meal.

Every day, my heart breaks a little more. I beg you, please help us—your donation is the only hope that keeps them alive.

Donate now—because when donations stop, I will have nothing to feed my daughters. Don’t let hunger win.

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[ivyfauna-ii]

When a father can’t feed his daughters, the pain cuts deeper than any wound.

I’m Musab, struggling with a painful shoulder and in desperate need of surgery. My daughter Lama’s hand is injured, held together by a metal plate.

There was a time when donations helped us put food on the table, but now, they have almost stopped—and I can no longer feed my daughters even one meal.

Every day, my heart breaks a little more. I beg you, please help us—your donation is the only hope that keeps them alive.

Donate now—because when donations stop, I will have nothing to feed my daughters. Don’t let hunger win.

Vetted by gazavatters #520

[ivyfauna-ii]

When a father can’t feed his daughters, the pain cuts deeper than any wound.

I’m Musab, struggling with a painful shoulder and in desperate need of surgery. My daughter Lama’s hand is injured, held together by a metal plate.

There was a time when donations helped us put food on the table, but now, they have almost stopped—and I can no longer feed my daughters even one meal.

Every day, my heart breaks a little more. I beg you, please help us—your donation is the only hope that keeps them alive.

Donate now—because when donations stop, I will have nothing to feed my daughters. Don’t let hunger win.

Vetted by gazavatters #520

[ivyfauna-ii]

I just want to tell you something. My family and I haven't slept since yesterday because of hunger. We haven’t eaten anything for two days except for a few pieces of bread. In short, we are starving to death.

[ivyfauna-ii]

I just want to tell you something. My family and I haven't slept since yesterday because of hunger. We haven’t eaten anything for two days except for a few pieces of bread. In short, we are starving to death.

[ivyfauna-ii]

I just want to tell you something. My family and I haven't slept since yesterday because of hunger. We haven’t eaten anything for two days except for a few pieces of bread. In short, we are starving to death.

[ivyfauna-ii]

I just want to tell you something. My family and I haven't slept since yesterday because of hunger. We haven’t eaten anything for two days except for a few pieces of bread. In short, we are starving to death.

[ivyfauna-ii]

🔴 This used to be my home… 🏚️💔

Not a palace, but it had everything I needed — my corner, my bed, my memories, my little peace of mind after long days.

I'm a university student. I had a simple life — studying, trying to work, trying to build something for myself.

Then the war came… and didn’t ask who we are or what we had.

Suddenly, everything was gone.

The house is destroyed.

The feeling of safety? Gone. Even the smallest things became a dream.

Now, I’m trying to start from zero. But zero is hard when you have no place to stay… and no support.

I’m asking for help — any kind of help — so I can stand on my feet again, continue my studies, and hopefully have a roof over my head again 🏠🙏

Even the smallest donation can make a huge difference.

And if you can’t donate, please just share this story — maybe it’ll reach someone who can.

https://gofund.me/5cdd060e

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I just want to tell you something. My family and I haven't slept since yesterday because of hunger. We haven’t eaten anything for two days except for a few pieces of bread. In short, we are starving to death.

[ivyfauna-ii]

Help us escape from Gaza and find a safe haven, we have lost everything, our home, our work and some of our loved ones, my only dream and hope is to save my family and find a safer place, please donate and share, every bit of help brings us closer to hope and finding a decent life, your donation is the key to hope for those who have lost everything.

thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have given to me and my family and I wish you happiness and a beautiful life.

[ivyfauna-ii]

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

[ivyfauna-ii]

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

[ivyfauna-ii]

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

[ivyfauna-ii]

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

[ivyfauna-ii]

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

[ivyfauna-ii]

I just want to tell you something. My family and I haven't slept since yesterday because of hunger. We haven’t eaten anything for two days except for a few pieces of bread. In short, we are starving to death.