Every single day in Gaza, mothers all around me keep losing their children to either bombs and snipers or starvation and disease. I can’t shake the dreadful feeling that my babies and I might be next. This has been our reality for a year now. We have been through all types of torture and fear. We’ve been forced to leave everything we knew behind and live in constant displacement and humiliation.
Our homes were reduced to rubble in split seconds. We have been spending long nights in total darkness under the buzzing of drones and heavy bombardment. We have been through the sweltering summer heat and the freezing winter cold with no shelter but a flimsy makeshift tent. The sun kept scorching my babies’ sensitive skin and the rain kept drenching their fragile little bodies and ours each time it poured.
We haven’t had a proper meal or a regular shower for months. My eldest daughter keeps wishing she could go back to school and get her new bike back. She and her sister always ask about their toys, but we barely have enough to survive, and nothing but rubble is left of our old life. I even had to give birth to my now six-month-old baby in a field hospital with no anesthesia. I will never forget how painful and terrifying that was, but what terrifies me the most is the thought of losing my children and my loved ones. A crushing fear sears through my chest each time I think of it.
My children are the only thing that’s keeping me on my feet and giving me strength to carry on. I never thought that I would be begging the world to save their lives one day, but here I am now with no one else to turn to but the conscience and generosity of every human with a heart.
I know that not everyone is always able to donate, but please consider helping us in any way you can, whether by reblogging, sharing our story with friends and family, or even praying for us. With winter approaching, our situation is not getting any better, and we need to be ready and provide necessary items and food for our children to survive the harsh weather. Our lives literally depend on your unwavering support.
Please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you all from the bottom of our hearts.🙏❤️
dear followers, i'm writing on the behalf of a woman, a sister, a mother, a grandmother, named wafaa who has been speaking to me on tumblr from the dire situation in gaza. i'm here to share her story, her plight with you, her campaign with you so you can help her. her house has been bombed, the place she grew up, her place of work, her husband's place of work has been bombed, where her children grew up, her family (three generations of people, which is 15 people including a newborn infant) doesn't have anywhere to go.
she has already lost precious people in her life, lost precious people who were her world, her sister, her brother's son... she can't bear to lose any more people than she already has! she is already wracked with a grief and sadness i genuinely cannot even begin to comprehend. none of us can. yet she still has hope in god that through us, people across the world, can help her family escape this situation. let us not let her down.
i know you're all struggling with money right now. already struggling with bills and food. but donate what you can afford, still. even if it's just a single dollar! because it all adds up, it all adds up in the end. when wafaa first contacted me i believe her campaign was at around €13,000 out of €50,000, but now it is at €21,465! it all adds up. we can keep this going, with donation matches, by spreading this campaign, sharing even if you can't donate. so please. help her family, with whatever little you can.
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this is my friend Mai. she was the main caretaker in her family. in the last weeks the situation has worsened.
her brother had already had 80 stitches in his arm, which demands ongoing care and essential medications for recovery
she has been diagnosed with hepatitis due to the contaminated food and water in gaza
her mother's heart issues have worsened: she already had a heart device implanted, but her condition is degradings and the medicine that she now needs to survive costs 350$ FOR A WEEK ALONE
her dad who has managed to get to egypt is suddenly fell ill, and he is now needing a catheterization procedure to have a stent placed. the cost of the procedure ranges from $1300 to $1500
these are things that her family simply cannot afford! imagine the horror you must feel in such a situation! the survival of her family depends on YOUR DONATIONS!!!!!!!!!
i cannot imagine the pain that she must feel. what is happening is a genocide and simply horrifying. this is your chance to help.
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Ahmad still needs help!
Please donate if you can, and even reblogging helps! Please help him get the money he needs.
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Please help and save Elieen life. She needs a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. She suffers from illness every day.
“In the past, my life was simple and peaceful, filled with love and safety. We were a family that lived together happily, sharing dreams and laughter. I never imagined that one day just dreaming of peace would feel like a luxury, and just surviving another day would become an achievement.
Today, I’m Mai, standing here with a broken heart. My mother is sick, and we don’t have the resources to help her. I am also unwell, but I have to be strong because my mother and brother need me. My older brother is badly injured—he used to be so strong and full of hope for the future, and now he needs someone to stand by him. We have lost everything: our safety, our home, and even the little things that used to make life beautiful.
I miss my old life. I miss the days when we were just a happy family, free from fear and pain. Back then, we looked forward to the future with hope, but now our dreams are simple—just to make it through another day together.
I’m reaching out for support. We’re fighting every day to survive, but we need someone to stand by us, to give us hope that better days are possible. Every bit of help, every prayer, and every kind word means the world to us. Please, share our story.” “Let’s reach $2k! We just need 25 people to donate $20 each. We can do this!” donate what you're able to or 5$ AT LEAST to her gofundme . for people in countries with weaker currencies, her paypal is also available and they accept any transfer amount. and i know you all afford to give away at least 1$ !
Feel free to spread this message, add your voice, or reblog it to help a family in need. Every share can bring us closer to the support we desperately need.
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The International Court of Justice told Israel to immediately halt its attack on Rafah. So Israel decided to bomb a UN tent camp.
We are witnessing beheaded children being pulled out of a a sea of burning tents. We are witnessing the bombing of displaced people in a humanitarian area.
I didn’t think we could see anything more brutal than the things we’ve seen in the last eight months. But tonight’s massacre in Rafah is unspeakable. There are truly no words left.
If you cannot stop the injustice, please, at least speak up about it.
[image ID: a tweet from America The Ghetto 🇵🇸🇨🇺, @LizzMurr56, which reads: "You don't have to be nice or civil about ending a genocide. The idea that people who are actively funding a genocide have any moral authority to demand civility is ridiculous. Civil people don't create mass graves! Civil people don't give weapons to those creating mass graves!" end ID.]
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.