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🫂Please stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me.💔

I am Yousef, 35 years old, married

Please take two minutes of your time and I hope you stand by me and help me save my family from the war

I have three children

They were deprived of their most basic rights as children, their right to education, play and live safely like the rest of the children in the world. They were terrified and very afraid of the sounds of missiles. Our house was bombed while we were inside it and some of us were injured, but we miraculously survived. My house was completely destroyed in Khan Younis and I headed to the displacement camps on the beach. I had a beautiful house and I had clothing stores, but they were completely destroyed during the brutal war on the Gaza Strip, which was a source of income for us. The tent we live in now does not protect us from the heat of summer or the harsh cold of winter and rain. I want you to help me so that I can be with my family again

I have suffered from the war for more than a year and a half. I lost part of my family, my home and my work

We have nothing left here

I lost my dreams and ambitions after I drew a beautiful future

This war is cruel and brutal, we cannot provide the most basic rights

We have been suffering from famine for months and we are still patient

I also need to travel with my family if the crossing opens at any time in order to save our lives

One person needs to pay coordination to the Egyptian side from $5,000 to $8,000, this is a large amount

But I know that thanks to your support we were able to save our lives from death

Your donation is enough to save our lives from death

Things here are more difficult than you see

I hope you do not leave us here alone🫂

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🚨Urgent appeal🚨

My daughter is lying in a hospital bed at Nasser Hospital, fighting for her life....💔😭😭😭😭

She is suffering from severe infections, acute malnutrition, and dangerously high fever. Her little body urgently needs treatment, vitamins, and mineral water to survive...🥺😔

We are doing everything we can, but we cannot do it alone.....😭😭😭😭

Please, if you see this, help us save her. Every donation, every share, every prayer matters

Time is not on our side.😔😔😔

Please don't let her fight this alone.. 💔🙏

link gofundme🍉🇵🇸

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Chris after a successful mission but at a cost

complete

Genre: Angst, eventual Fluff

Recently returned to the Redfield Home

Scent of eaten breakfast wafted through the kitchen as you finished cleaning off the last small plate that was taken off of the table, finally done getting the kids out the door for school that morning. As you were distracted by playing the dishes back into their respective places after drying them, not hearing a door shut silently as boots trailed towards the kitchen.

Suddenly you smelt a strong scent of sweat, tiredness, and danger lingering in the air, a pheromone that always raised your senses, before the person the scent belonged to calmed them as quickly. You felt warm and hot breath on your neck as you turned halfway before you felt thick, buff, warm arm’s wrap around your waist as he leaned his head down within the crook of your neck, as you tilted your head to let him access more before you looked to see the head full of shortened brunette curls and the scruff of a beard against your shoulder.

No words were spoken between you two as he gently held you in the silence of the kitchen. You briefly leaned back against him, as he rubbed his hands along your hips, rubbing small circles.

“Any injuries?” You softly asked, as your words made Chris lift his head and pull it out of the crook of your neck, he simply shook his head with a long exhale.

“None… Any trouble with the kids?” He lowly asked in his deep yet exhausted voice as you could practically feel his exhaustion seeping out of him, with him leaning on you feeling like a heavy weight lifting off of him.

“Not much. Verena almost got into trouble with a boy cause he pulled her hair, but we got that resolved. If he does it again, then she got full permission to do it back to him.” You commented as you felt him briefly tense some at the mention of your daughter in trouble, before he relaxed halfway.

“That boy gonna end with a black eye playing with one of my girls. Parents should have taught him to keep his nasty little hands to himself.” He lightly mumbled as he took a soft inhale of your scent. You eventually turned towards your husband, as he looked down at you taking a small step back.

Giving him a small soft yet pensive look before you spoke. “Baby, you only this clingy when something on your mind…. What happened Chris?” You lowly asked with a gentle tone, as you gently tilted his head up from your neck. You knew your man and every sign of his different moods. He dug his head back, slightly deeper as he sighed before he whispered against your ear.

“….Mission accomplished, but at the loss of a friend… Ethan stayed behind going up in flames with the place. His body was made of mold, already giving up on him entirely. Mia and Rose are both safe and being relocated to a safer home…. I promised to take care of Rose, Ethan’s final wish was for me to take care of her… I keep my promises baby.” Chris spoke with a wistful and sincere tone, always a man of his word, despite the circumstances.

You gently wrapped your arms around his torso, as he continued to lean against you. Softly rubbing his back as a comfort, laying a soft kiss on his ear while gently speaking to him, despite the sadness in your heart at your friend losing her husband. “I know you do….. I’ll go check up on Mia and Rose. I’ll be back for you after I visit her, go shower and get some rest.”

Chris softly grumbled, not wishing to let you go but he knew Mia was going to need someone to lean on, knowing that you cared deeply for the Winters, as Mia and Ethan were family friends. He gently and reluctantly pulled back from you, sending you the address while your phone softly dinged. Softly kissing your forehead as he walked out of the kitchen going upstairs to your bedroom.

The Winter’s New Safehouse

Finish changing from your morning robe to more casual clothing, as your thoughts weighed on you wondering how you were going to approach the situation. After being given authorization to enter the property, due to Chris giving them a heads up and showing your old badge from when you were still in active duty, you continued to drive up the pathway.

Eventually you parked, seeing agents going to and from the house, before you got out of your truck and closed the door and went into the home searching for Mia. Entering the new safe house walking past doctors and who were checking up on them both, as the agents were soon to be leaving.

Mia was sitting on the couch as the other agents were gathering her details of her time being held captive by Mother Miranda, few words pouring out as she was slightly unsure at times while mostly keeping her eye’s on Rosemary. She knew what happened for most days, when the days didn’t bleed into another.

You could see her discomfort as you spoke with a light authoritative tone, knowing they remembered you. “That’s enough…. Take your leave, you have her statement.” They both looked up over at you, seeing you standing in the doorway, finally acknowledging your presence.

One of them stood up about to speak, but the look you gave them as you directed him to the door, made him stop. Simply giving you a nod, before they both walked out, as Mia sighed softly in relief and tiredness as the doctors returned a fussy Rose back to her.

You gently closed the door after all the agents finally cleared out from the house, as Mia was pacing with her restless baby in hand, in a pattern of frantically rocking the baby. Turning back towards her as you walked over before softly stepping to her with a softer voice.

“Mia…. I-…. I’ll put the baby down for a nap…. Eat if the appetite is there, Shower if you have the energy, but you need to rest as the baby does.”

She turned to you with a light unsure look before she looked back to her rose, before speaking just loud enough for you two to hear as she shook her head.“I just got her back… I can’t leave her again….”

You just slowly nodded, knowing she’d be paranoid about leaving her baby again. “You’re not leaving her Mia…. I know you’d never think of doing it, not on purpose. What happened with Miranda-.”

Mia quickly interjected shaking her head. “Don’t…. Don’t say her name… Not around me or Rose, She’s had more time with my own child, than I have…. I can bathe her. I still know how to still function like a normal person.”

You looked to Mia, before you just simply nodded, before softly speaking. “I’ll run the water and get you some food started….. Even if you don’t eat, it’ll be in the fridge for you. I’ll be down here if you need me.

Mia briefly glanced down at Rose who calmed down some while she had nodded. Walking upstairs as she grabbed Rose some clothes while you ran the warm bath for her baby. After filling it to the desired height, you turned the water off before going downstairs and making a quick meal for Mia to eat.

Minute’s later, she walked back downstairs with Rose in hand while you set her a plate down. As she walked over slowly observing the food as it was a harm to her, before you turned back to her. “It’s just food Mia… It’s not gonna hurt you.”

“I know that…” Mia commented in response to your sarcastic comment, pulling a small twitch of your lips as you knew the soft sass from her. Rose stirred some in her mom’s hands before Mia hesitantly but slowly handed Rose to you. You gently held her as you looked down at the girl. “Eat Mia, and I’ll put her down for a nap.”

Eventually after some more asking and coaxing Mia to eat, you gave Rose her bottle and after she fell full, got burped, and changed, the babe was out like a light. You walked upstairs smoothly as Mia actually took a bath after hours of smelling like yesterday, freshly changed and tired. Walking into her Room and laying the baby onto her bed, as she laid beside her. “Thank you….” She softly spoke, as you just gently nodded, before you walked out after securing the home for her.

Back to the Redfield’s Residence

Back to the house after the visit to Mia, you walked back inside, closing the door while starting to walk back upstairs. Letting out a deep sigh as you gathered your thoughts after the emotional visit, as you removed your shoes and walked upstairs.

The kids would be staying over at their Aunt Claire’s house, since she wanted them for the weekend. Eventually you walked into your bedroom as you briefly sat on the edge of it, before hearing hinges swing and steam came out of your bathroom before seeing your husband come out with a towel around his waist. Steam coming off his wet skin, as the water seemed to tantalizingly trace his muscles and lightly stick to the hair along his chest and the hair on his happy trail.

“You done admiring baby? His deep voice roused you beyond measure, as he walked over to you and gave you a slow, deep and loving kiss, while gently pulling you up some as your chest met his, as his other hand softly palmed at the curve of your stomach/ the soft pudge of your stomach/ the firmness of your light toned stomach/ the soft rolls of your plump belly as he trailed his kisses down from your jawline and neck.

Soft chuckles poured from your lips as his playful energy was slowly uplifting yours as he could tell on how you slightly slumped back onto the bed after the thoughts of Mia’s days would be feeling slow and overwhelming for her without her Ethan to help her, knowing they softly gnawed at you some as you came home back to your husband. He knew you could deal with it, soldiers grow accustomed to the thoughts of eventful aftermath, but they don’t process the tragic ones in the best way.

Softly kissing along your torso as he sat kneeled before you, before you gently caught his chin and tilted his head up as you beckoned him back up from the ground as he stood up and placed on some boxers sitting the towel aside. Laying on the bed next to you was his reward and his sense of peace that he was allowed without punishment of it being taken from him.

Softly running your hands through his damp hair as he laid his head within your lap as he softly kissed along your thighs and legs. After a while he let you up to shower, minutes go by as you return in your night robe and bonnet, as you two slipped under the covers cuddling as you laid on his chest as he rubbed your back. Two souls intertwined laying together and cuddling as they embraced one another’s warmth, knowing that together they could face the day’s challenges that come with their life.

Author’s note: I hope that you enjoyed. First time writing fluff and angst and hope I did well. Have a lovely day 🩶 - Lazy Nae

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My name is Abdelmajed Elderawi. I am from Gaza. What I write isn't just a story; it's the shattered reality my family and I breathe every single day.

The numbers you hear about Gaza – the thousands killed, the tens of thousands injured, the hundreds of thousands displaced, the near-total destruction – they aren't abstract. They are our neighbors, our streets, our homes. They were my family.

In one horrific moment, a missile strike took everything. It didn't just destroy our family home, the heart of our lives; it erased over 25 souls who made our world whole. My mother. My sister. My older brother, whose death was so complete his very existence was erased from records. His wife. Their three daughters. My uncle, his wife, their sons, their grandchildren. Generations gone. Lives filled with meals shared, laughter echoing, dreams woven together – reduced to dust and unbearable silence.

Somehow, my brother and I survived the rubble that buried our loved ones. We crawled out, not to freedom, but into a Gaza that is now a landscape of ruins, famine stalking its people (as international agencies confirm), and where disease threatens amidst the shattered remnants of a healthcare system. Only a handful of hospitals function partially, medicines are scarce, and clean water is a daily struggle. Over 90% of us are displaced, clinging to existence in tents or the shells of broken buildings.

This is the context of our survival.

My brother and I now carry a weight heavier than the concrete that crushed our home: the responsibility to rebuild something from nothing. For our grieving father. For our surviving siblings. For the memory of those stolen from us. We carry the responsibility to defy the erasure that tried to claim my brother.

Why We Fundraise (Amidst the Ruins):

This fundraiser isn't just about survival (though survival itself is a battle here). It's about defiance. It's about planting a seed of hope in scorched earth. We aim to:

Rebuild our family home: The physical anchor of our shattered family, completely destroyed. A place where our father can find some safety and dignity in his remaining years.

Provide basic support: Ensuring our father and surviving siblings have the essentials to live – food, water, shelter – in a place where these are not guaranteed.

Create a safe space: A haven, however small, where the next generation of our family, those who miraculously survived, might know a sliver of stability and peace instead of constant trauma.

Your Support is Our Lifeline:

We aren't asking for charity; we're asking for a chance to stand again. To reclaim a fragment of the life buried under the rubble. To honor our lost family not just with tears, but with action. To build a future where their memory has a home.

In a place where hope is rationed, your belief in us, your solidarity, is the fuel that keeps us going. Please, if you can, help us rebuild.

Please Share. Please Donate if Possible.

With profound respect and gratitude, Abdelmajed Elderawi Gaza, Palestine

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

I am Wissam, I am 21 years old. I was pregnant and lost my first twins because of displacement and because of the bad situation in the Gaza Strip.😭 Now I am pregnant with the third child and I need nutrition and food, but there is nothing in the Gaza Strip because of the closure of the crossings. I am in the eighth month of pregnancy.😭💔 I ask you to help because my daughter does not have clothes. Therefore, I ask for help and donations to me so that I can get money to buy clothes, food and drink. I beg you to help me and help my daughter to have a life. Please help me 🙏💔

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Please support my campaign We are on the way to saving families and children🍉🙏

Please donate and😭 participate to save the rest. Support, support.🙏

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Children are living the most difficult times in this difficult environment. Please support, participate and donate.🍉😭

a photo taken for my sister wh has been suffering lots of chronic disease, specifically Spinal Muscular Atrophy ( SMA).

please help my family move to safety and peace till these black days end.

https://gofund.me/fe3cd6dc

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Dont skip 🔴

I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.�� Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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Please, this is urgent and serious. 💔. Don't ignore my post. It concerns the lives of my children and family because of the war. 💔

I am Youssef from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸 I am married and have three children. Since the war started on October 7, my house was bombed while we were inside. I was injured and I need an urgent surgery on my finger that costs 500 pounds. My children were injured and our lives were destroyed. We were displaced more than 10 times. Each time we were displaced, it costs us more than 200 pounds. The transportation costs are expensive. Our tent was damaged due to the repeated displacement, weather factors and heat, which costs 300 pounds. 💔The sun and the matter did not stop there. Today there are no necessities of life such as food, medicine, and clean water to drink due to the siege and the closure of the crossings 😭😭 and the interruption of cooking gas, the price of a cylinder has become 300 pounds and a bag of flour 200 pounds. The price of vegetables has increased by 20 pounds per kilo and a carton of baby milk by 50 pounds. The price of children's clothes has increased and they are cut off. Please donate 30 pounds to save my life and the lives of my children. Asking for aid is not an easy matter. I ask for a small donation from each person. 25 pounds will save my children's lives from death in Gaza. Donate through the link in the bio🫂💚

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Omar's father needs help. I am helping to collect money through paypal, as gofundme takes a larger fee and takes longer to transfer the money.

Omar's campaign has been shared by @90-ghost

paypal.me/xanadoodle

As I am collecting money for others as well, please add in the notes if the donation is for Omar

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In Gaza 🍉 even the queues have disappeared You no longer see the lines of people stretching out at the doors of the takayas or in front of the bakeries Not because hunger has ended, but because the food has run out The flour has disappeared and the bakeries have closed and with it disappeared the last remnants of hope in a loaf of bread to relieve families of the pain of hunger, the pain of accumulated hunger More than 2 million and 4 thousand people are exposed to systematic starvation A complete crime carried out by the occupation through a comprehensive siege and the closure of the crossings for more than 83 days and preventing the entry of food, medicine and fuel 42 days without bread, without ovens, without what satisfies their hunger This is not a shortage, a weapon of starvation and systematic pressure to strangle Gaza until the last breath The queues have not ended, but have turned into silence screaming in the face of the world Save Gaza

Donate for my children and my family so that they may survive 🙏

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Hospital Security Cameras Captured the Unthinkable. Civilians were thrown into the air from the place or buried inside the missile crater.

And now, orders have been issued to evacuate all hospitals, universities, and schools in Gaza.

This is not war. This is extermination. They are erasing every trace of life, every pillar of society, every safe space and the world is still silent.

If you can help, even a small donation could mean food, water, To my family in Gaza.

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #591 )✅️

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Hello 👋 my ❤ friends ! I am asking you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the gruesome war over Gaza to safety and ✌️ peace. Life has become incredibly harsh, tough and full of hardship and painful suffering. We lack all he basic living essentials and necessities such as food, water , medicine and other needs. The war has made our life hopeless and desperate. My six-member family has been going through the hardest days they have ever experience for almost eleven months due to the disastrous war. The war has taken every beautiful thing from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and jobless. The rising prices of all necessary items of life has complicated our living conditions especially when all our savings were spent over the least necessities and needs. So I am now asking you to lessen and minimize our burdens and loads of life through your contribution. You can help my family survive through donating whatever you can or reposting my messages. Yours Rewaa My tumbler account: https://www.tumblr.com/rewaa04?source=share My Gofundme account: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-rawaas-family-restore-hope-and-safety

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Support My Family Journey to Safety and Peace

🚨Urgent Appeal 🚨

My name is Jaber Al-Haj. I am from Gaza, married to my wife, Menna, and we have a little son named Hashim, who is less than two years old. Like any Palestinian family, we dreamed of a simple and stable life. But the recent war turned our lives upside down. The sounds of explosions never left us, and fear has become part of our daily existence. My son Hashim suffers from health problems that urgently require treatment, but the war has destroyed everything, including the healthcare system, making access to necessary medical care nearly impossible. With each passing day, our suffering deepens, and the fear for Hashim’s health and future consumes me.

Alongside my small family, I used to work with my brothers, Aboud and Bilal, on our joint project—a small lab for producing essential household cleaning products. We started this project with modest resources, dreaming that it would become a source of income to support us and provide job opportunities for our community. But the war left us with nothing. Our lab, which was once filled with life and hard work, was reduced to rubble under the bombardment. We lost our equipment, our livelihood, and with it, a part of our dreams for the future.

Even our home, our only refuge, did not escape the destruction. It was severely damaged and is now uninhabitable. We were forced to flee and live in a tent under harsh conditions unfit for human life. The cold, the heat, the lack of resources, and the absence of privacy have made life nearly unbearable. We try to cope, but every day brings new challenges and suffering.

Today, what worries me the most is my son Hashim's condition. His health is deteriorating, and he desperately needs treatment abroad. However, under the circumstances we’re living in, I lack the means to secure his travel and medical expenses. As a father, there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching my child suffer while being unable to help him.

This campaign is a lifeline for my family in our darkest hour. With your generosity, we can bring hope back into our lives and secure a better future for my son, Hashim. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a world of difference.

Please support us through the links below:

👉Donation link

👉Paypal Link

Thank you for standing with us and helping us through this difficult time. Your kindness means more than words can express.

With heartfelt gratitude, Jaber AlHaj

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During the displacement period, my husband fell ill due to the difficult living conditions in the camp, malnutrition, and the closure of the crossings. This led to the unavailability of necessary medications, which led to the deterioration of his health and his transfer to the hospital for treatment. My husband requires extensive medication and proper nutrition, and he needs urgent surgery for fear of his health deteriorating. The cost of the operation is estimated at $350. Please help me save my husband so that my family can be complete. He is my support in this life.

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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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Hello my supporting friends

I would extend my deepest gratitude and thanks for being supporters of people who are in dire and bad need due to the shortage of all living necessities. 😥😥😥

My family has been undergoing all forms of humiliation and oppression for almost ten months . Being jobless, my father is suffering much because lots of our basic living necessities can't be attained. 😢😢😢

Living circumstances are getting harder and harder, and this makes our daily life tragic and disastrous. Getting the basic needs has become our biggest challenges, leaving behind our dreams and aspiration. Our daily sufferings have become too great for us to bear. ,😥😥😥

A photo taken for the same girl before the war and nowadays.🤯🤯🤯

A photo of our beautiful house taken after the invasion of our neighborhood. Much destruction and rubbel have taken place. Nothing has been left for us to live in. Our belongings and possessions were completely destroyed😥😥😥

The life inside the tents under the hot weather is another tragedy. Such a life of sufferings and hardships is adding to our pain and sorrow. But with your support and standing by us, you have been lessening our loads lifted on our shoulders. So please keep helping us by donating whatever you can, sharing as much as you can and reposting messages to help get the campaign promoted.

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We never expected that one day we would be cut off from bread for several days and not be able to buy it because of this exorbitant price.

We did not expect to live in a tent and die slowly.

Dying slowly because of the cold and hunger.

I was really very happy before this war.

I had a house and I used to go to my university and go out with my friends and I used to eat the best food and wear the best clothes.

But unfortunately the house was bombed and the university was destroyed and unemployment and famine spread and happiness was gone without return.

I did not expect to create a donation campaign so that I could live.

But unfortunately, fate was stronger.

I hope that everyone who watched this video and everyone who has humanity and all the doers of good around the world will help me through their donation so that I can provide what I need to stay alive.

I am in great need of you.

Your donation, even if it is small, makes a difference.

Please, my friends, and I repeat again, I need your urgent help, and if you cannot donate, you must participate.

And may you be well

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚