Are you tired 😴 of our news? 🗞️ Has our suffering become just another passing story? For us, this is our life.
We are a family living under the harsh reality of war. My children—Qusai, who is 7 years old; Eileen, who is 5; and Hisham, who is nearly 2—and my husband all share a small tent ⛺️ with me, a space no larger than a single room. In this modest shelter, everything—our kitchen, bathroom, and sleeping area—has to fit, holding our entire lives in just a few square meters.
Sometimes, I wonder if our story has become just another story, another part of the background. But for us, it’s real. My children 🧒 lack clean clothes, enough food, 🥘 and fresh water, 💧 basic needs they deserve like every child. And now, with the biting cold 🥶 of winter ❄️ fast approaching, I find myself fearing for my two-year-old, who has no way to stay warm, no way to shield himself from the coming chill.
For the second year in a row, my children 👧 have not been able to attend school 🏫 . No education, no clear future. As a father, I feel helpless, unable to give them the hope they deserve.
We don’t ask for much. A small gesture, a simple question 🙋 about our well-being, can mean the world to us. Even a little attention🚨 to our story might help us find a way forward. For my children, for our family, we hold out hope that we’re not alone in this struggle.
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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🥹❤️🙏
Guys i don’t want to optimize you if you still care about genocide in gaza .
But the news saying the ceasefire agreement is done and they will maybe tomorrow Announce it .
Best thing is the isareli army will withdraw from all Gaza Strip that’s mean the Rafah border crossing will back to work again so i need your support your help so I could take my brother Mohammed out to be with his Son Zayed and his wife.
And didn’t told you before my brother Omar engaged and His fiancee still in north gaza. He asked me alot to tel you about her so he can also be with the love of his life.
Don’t think your contribution is small even the one dollar helps . Sharing also helping.
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Honestly I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you all every damn day multiple times a day I get on this blog and I post about Dina and her two children and I tell you the dire situation they're in and I ask you to please for the love of fucking god help them and none of you seem to give a fuck. None of you lift a fucking finger. The posts I make for her are CONSISTENTLY the ones that get the LEAST interaction. I don't know what to fucking say to you!!!! How many times do I have to tell you that her children are so young, her son isn't even a year old yet!!! He is a literal infant!!! These are babies being forced to live in some of the worst conditions, no access to food or water, in a tent soaked through by freezing rains. How can any of you claim to care about children when you ignore these children. Is it because they're Palestinian??? Do their lives just not matter to you??? What am I left to conclude???? Day in and day out I feel sick looking at how little donations Dina gets and it seems like no one else cares. No one even glances her way. Her posts get thousands of notes and we're lucky to get FIVE donations in a whole day. You are heartless. How can you claim to care about people when you can't lift a finger to help one family.
Donate!!!!!! Boost!!!!!
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Hello
Im amal from Gaza
Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸
Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20$ from each person, 20$ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (why donate) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need.
Donation link ⬇️
https://whydonate.com/en/fundraising/save-amal-and-abdel-nassers-family-in-gaza