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اللهم أنت القوي الجبار،

اللهم ترى ما يفعله اليهو�� من ظلمٍ وبطشٍ واعتداءٍ على عبادك في فلسطين،

اللهم إنا نسألك أن تُنزل بهم بأسك الذي لا يُرد عن القوم الظالمين،

اللهم أرنا فيهم يوماً أسود،

واجعل كيدهم في نحورهم،

وردّ بأسهم عن أهلنا المستضعفين.

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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. 💚

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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. 💚

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اللهم صل وسلم وبارك على نبينا وحبيبنا وشفيعنا وقائدنا وقدوتنا وإمامنا ورسولنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه أجمعين

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شاب يجوب شوارع غزة حاملاً مكبّر صوت

لتذكير الأهالي بالأدعية والقرآن الكريم والصلاة على رسول الله

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لن نُسلِم أمرنا إلا لله

وطوبى لمن سطّر اسمه في معركة الوجود

ونال شرف الصمود وكرامة الخلود

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More than 100,000 protesters rally for Gaza in Bangladesh

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He managed to save what remained of his family, but the pain, debt, and distance still haunt him. His only wish now is to reunite with his sister and children, the last pieces of his shattered world.

So far, $7,452 has been raised thanks to 490 generous donors. Your support can help them get reunited.

📢 Please donate & share: Donation Link

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Help a Family in Need💔

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Adam

Please donate & share: Donation Link

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A morning of terror, a morning of death, a morning of betrayal.

Everything around us is burning — the tents are gone, the people were killed, burned alive inside them.

The bombing hasn’t stopped, the missiles never sleep, and safety has completely disappeared.

The only hospital in northern Gaza was bombed, with patients, doctors, and people seeking shelter still inside.

This is Gaza, living in the midst of a cruel world.

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شيء لا يستوعبه عقل، واحد من أصعب المشاهد

شاب يقوم بجمع ما تبقى من عظام عائلته المتحللة ليقوم بدفنها

عاجز عن الاستيعاب والله!

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يودع إبن عمه الذي قتله الاحتلال الاسرائيلي أمامه!

‏طفولة مريرة

وقهر لا يطاق

وأمة حقيرة!

واحتلال نازي مجرم..

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‏"وَسَلَامٌ عَلَىٰ عِبَادِهِ الَّذِينَ اصْطَفَىٰ"

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ياوجع القلب الي الله المشتكى

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أبو عبيدة حفظه الله

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يقولون حماس تسببت في قتل الفلسطينيين ..

و كأن حماس لو لم تقاتل الصهاينة لسلم الفلسطينيين من القتل !

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طيب شاهدوا التسلسل الزمني حتى النهاية

مجزرة حيفا 1937 ،

مجزرة القدس 1937 ،

مجزرة حيفا 1938 ،

مجزرة بلد الشيخ 1939،

مجزرة حيفا 1939،

مجزرة العباسية 1947،

مجزرة الخصاص 1947،

مجزرة باب العمود 1947،

مجزرة القدس 1947،

مجزرة الشيخ بريك 1947،

مجزرة يافا 1948،

مجزرتي خان يونس 1956،

مجزرة القدس 1967،

مجزرة صبرا وشتيلا 1982

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👈 إعلان تأسيس حركة حماس 1987