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🚨URGENT UPEAL 🚨
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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.
Our lives have been turned upside down by war. My home has been reduced to rubble, and my husband lost his water truck, which was our only source of income. We’ve been forced to evacuate twice—from Deir el Balah to the Nuseirat camp—and now, we live in constant fear of what the future holds.
To make matters worse, Adam was born with clubfoot and urgently needs surgery. The cost for his treatment and specialized medical boots is at least $3000, but this surgery isn’t even possible in Gaza.
I recently graduated as a nurse, and I dream of building a better life for my family. But to do that, we must leave Gaza and start over in safety.
💔 I need your help to save my family and give Adam a future. Even a small donation 5$ can bring us closer to safety, and if you can’t donate, sharing our story means the world to us.
I dream of living in safety, of seeing Adam grow up healthy, and of building a better life for us all. Please don’t give up on us. Your kindness can make all the difference.
❤️ Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your support and compassion give us strength to keep going.
🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟
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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins
The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨
I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude,
Areej Kassab ❤️
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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
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The last post about Hammad’s campaign is LOSING TRACTION FAST and DONATIONS ARE DWINDLING.
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Meet Hammad A.
Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.
[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]
Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.
For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.
His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.
He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.
So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.
But a day came where deafening and core shaking sounds of shelling and bombardment shook the nearby area as they prepared food. Terrified, they ran for their lives. And when they were able to return, their tent has caught fire and burnt down, along with the few items in their tent that they were able to grab from their home before it was destroyed.
Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.
There is no more room for any more tragedy in his life. We cannot allow it.
While there is a lot of notes on the last post about Hammad’s campaign, traction has been dwindling fast and donations have been slowing down. I cannot emphasize enough the urgency of this campaign and how critically Hammad needs your help.
‼️ STAND IN SOLIDARITY WITH GAZA AND DONATE TODAY ‼️
Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.
My son is dying in my arms… and all I have is my tears.
Every breath that reverberates in Mohammed’s chest feels like his last…Every tremor that passes through his small body feels like a cry for help, and no one hears.
I look at him, his eyes wide with fear and pain, searching for salvation in my eyes, and I… I swallow a helplessness greater than my soul.
The doctors said it with deadly simplicity: “Surgery or death.” As if death were something that could be accepted with words
How do I explain to him that life has a price?
How do I save him when I stand before helplessness, like a prisoner before a door locked with hundreds of locks?
My son is being snatched from my embrace, moment by moment, and my breath catches as I hold him, whispering in his trembling ear: "Be patient, my soul. Forgive me, my heartbeat. I have not left you, and I will not leave you..."
I need a miracle... I need a heart that hears my sobs in its silence...I am not asking for money, but rather a chance at a child's life, before his embrace turns into a grave, his voice into a memory, and his image into an unhealing wound.
Help me before I lose him.
Help me before the light in my eyes is extinguished.
Help me, because I have nothing but my hope in you.
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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
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.
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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
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Attention for all human and humanity in the world
My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war
before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good
Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now
I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent ⛺.
Please help my family 👪 to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.
My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please
Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood
We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here💔💔
Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you 🙏🍉
I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.
Donate $25 to save us from this war
Thank you all 🍉
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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙
My name is Naser. War took everything from me—
my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew.
In a single moment, my world was shattered,
leaving behind only memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments,
I refuse to give up. ✊
Because I still have something worth fighting for—
my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor 🩺—to heal others so they don’t have to suffer like we did.
🔹 Another wants to be an engineer 🏗️—to rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He just wants to be a kid again 🧸—
to wake up in a safe home 🏠,
to laugh, to play, to feel peace.
🏡 We need a home. We need education. We need hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—
we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again.
We are fighting for a future where my brothers
can become the doctor, the engineer,
and the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance.
A chance to rebuild.
A chance to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support—whether through a donation or simply sharing our story—can make all the difference.
Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. ✨
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—
hope does.
Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
I am Alaa… Can you hear me?
I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.
I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.
Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.
Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.
But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.
An airstrike hit our neighborhood.
Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔
We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.
Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.
Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.
It doesn’t shield us from the cold.
It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.
Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.
I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.
I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.
I am Alaa😓.
I don’t ask for much.
Just a chance to live with dignity again.
Just a moment of mercy.
If you hear me… if you feel my pain…
🌸Please help us🌸🙏.
Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.
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From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.
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Hello dear people
I am Nabila from Gaza,, I am 64 years old ,,
speaking to you with a heavy and painful heart. I am sorry that I had to ask for help from you, but what we are living is what pushed me to do this. I was living a beautiful, quiet life, enjoying the time I spend with my grandchildren and seven daughters.
Imagine waking up to find that your world has changed in a moment, and you have lost your security and peace, and your home has been destroyed, and you have become homeless and living in conditions that no human being can bear. I suffer from chronic diseases, high blood pressure and diabetes. My medication has run out for some time and I am facing difficulty in obtaining it in light of the lack of treatment in hospitals and health centers. Most of the time I cannot feel my limbs, but I am trying to resist. I do not want to die in such circumstances. I still have hope that this war will end and we will rebuild our beautiful and beloved country again and live in safety. I believe in divine power and justice and that all this pain will go away.
I am trying to endure these difficult conditions that I live in inside a small tent and a bathroom a few meters away from my tent and you know the conditions of diabetics in this case but once again there is still hope. I used to live at the expense of my daughters but with all sadness and regret they have all lost their homes and places of work and they have no source of income left and their situation is like that of any Gazan who is still inside Gaza struggling with death, hunger, diseases and extreme heat each one struggling to feed his children I cannot ask them for help so I have resorted to you and I am fully confident in your humanity to help me so that I can provide food and treatment and provide a better tent than the one I live in because it is torn and the place is full of insects. If I can provide treatment, I want to continue my life and see my grandchildren grow up around me. I don’t want to go now. I know that I don’t have as much life left as I have, but I have the right to live and enjoy this. Please don’t hesitate to help your mother who has come to you with a heavy and sad heart. Every dollar will make a difference in my life. Don’t leave me to live this pain. I appreciate what you are doing for every Palestinian inside and outside Gaza. I pray to God that you don’t go through what we are going through, my beloved.
Medical visits and insulin: $5000
Travel and transportation to hospital, coordination with Egypt's border: $5000
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Hello, I am Aisha from Gaza
I live in war, fear and destruction. We have been living in it for almost a year and we do not know how long it has been. We have been displaced from our home more than 15 times.
every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of forced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,
we did not imagine that a day would come when we would live all of this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer there, I was left alone!! I am looking for salvation from death, I fear death and I dread it, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams, ambitions and the life you planned for and go from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,
we did not imagine that a day would come when we would live all of this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer there, I was left alone!! I am looking for salvation from death, I fear death and I dread it, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams, ambitions and the life you planned for and go from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,
I had a beautiful life, suddenly I don't know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate two people, made of nylon that no human being can stand, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to the insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??
In addition, my mother has a liver disease (many blood cysts on the liver) and she had an operation in 2021 to remove 70% of her liver and it was of no use and now my mother's health condition is getting very bad because she needs another operation, and I am the only one who takes care of them, I am really afraid of loss and I do not want to lose her, I have lost a large part of my family, my home and my entire previous life.
Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful
Please help me save my life and get out of here, and save my mother because her condition is getting very bad
Your donation will save our lives, it's the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please
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🚨 This isn't a plea. This is the cry of a mother being torn apart.
This is what it looks like... when a child dies, not from disease, but from poverty.
My child isn't treated.
He isn't held.
He's tortured—slowly and silently—and I watch.
He no longer cries. He chokes.
His lips are blue. His eyes are dull.
His chest barely rises, as if every breath is a war.
And I, his mother, stand here... completely useless.
They told me:
"Pay now, or take him to die."
They said it coldly. Without hesitation. Without heart.
As if my child isn't a life...just a number on a bill.
My child isn't dying from disease.
He dies because we are poor.
And the world is merciless to the poor.
Can you imagine watching your child vanish, knowing that he could be saved—if only you had the money?
Can you imagine digging his grave...
Not because he lost the battle -
But because no one gave him a chance to fight?
Every second is a knife.Every breath he loses - it breaks me more than death does.
I'm not asking for luxury.
I'm not asking for miracles.
I'm begging: Don't force me to bury him while he's still looking at me.
❌ No surgery
❌ No oxygen
❌ No time
❌ Nothing... except God... and maybe... you
If you have an ounce of humanity - help me.
If you're a mother, a father, a human being - save him.
If you can't donate, share this. Let the world hear his silent scream.
I'm a mother who's silently collapsing...I don't want to bury my child in a graveWhen he can still laugh... run... say "Mama"- if only we could keep him alive.
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🚨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despair🚨
I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. 🔊🔉🔈I will take a moment to share my story.📢📣
My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.
But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.
We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.
My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.
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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
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Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
Our goal was survival, but now survival defines our existence! 🇵🇸🍉
Please don’t rush through this text, read it carefully:
We are living in extremely harsh conditions, where our tent has been severely damaged and no longer provides the necessary protection.
The cost of building a new tent right now is about 1000 euros, and it is an essential shelter for our family, which is suffering from difficult living conditions.
We also face a severe shortage of food, especially basic items like flour, which has now reached 100 euros. Securing daily food would help improve these conditions.
My brother Samer is suffering from the absence of essential medications for stabilizing his health, and their cost is extremely high.
I would like to express my sincere thanks to everyone who has supported my campaign and contributed to alleviating my family’s suffering during these tough times.
The art you see is by the talented artist @ardentblooms , who offers custom commissions in exchange for donations to support my family. Your support means so much to us and shows that art can be a true way to make a difference.
Campaign Link
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@gazavetters , my number on the list is (#75)
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Our important links are here
Your support could be a lifeline for our family in these difficult circumstances. 🙏💜
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
The Screw Up- Stanley Pines holiday requests
Song- It’s been a Year by Stephen Day THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! 🎄🗣️🐄🦇
edit: @darkstormyseabunny HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY IM A FUCKING BOOMER- for an explanation of why it’s so late- I’m stupid and lost my drafts, ENTIRELY, then forgot once I thought it had posted. so I had to rewrite it 😭 once again, I am so sorry, The Kiki writing was also lost but it should be posting soon. But again I am so sorry for the ALMOST 6 MONTH WAIT. I apologize entirely and you have every right to be pissed with my dumbass - with love and stupidity, batty 🦇💕
Stanley Pines looked in the mirror at the old red sweater that belonged to his estranged brother, wherever he was. He stared at his stomach, his face, the square glasses finishing off the con man’s mask he had been wearing for 29 years. It was time for the annual Mystery Shack Holiday Party.
I hope I fit in This old sweater Cause I can’t afford one that fits better Must be bloated From my dinner Cause just last year my reflection was thinner
He hadn’t really changed in those thirty years. Even with the real ford gone, he was still just a screw up running a shack of lies in the middle of nowhere. With Ford’s luck he’s probably sailing with someone at least competent, not a man who ruins everything.
When it’s been a year Christmas is here And family is near to say My how much you’ve changed
If his parents could see him now, counting cash and yelling at children who had vandalized the sign outside, they would probably only feel shame, the son who faked his own death and probably killed his own brother! How would Shermie even feel?
I got two sisters They both got misters Maybe this year I’ll bring back a misses But I just can’t yet Understand it Every year I came home empty handed Ain’t it funny how they know I’ll have nothing there to show
Divorced twice and pushing seventy something, yet Shermie’s got two grandkids already. He wondered if Ford would have found anyone by now, his true love would probably be geometry or something if he hasn’t changed yet. If he’s even alive…
When it’s been a year Christmas is here Family is near to say My how things don’t change
Every single year the mystery shack throws a holiday party, and every single year it goes horribly wrong. But at least he could spend the holidays around Soos and Wendy, but even then they went home eventually. When they did, he was just a sad old man who will try to save his brother for eternity if he has too. But even then, he might run out of time.
Oh and what a year it’s been And now it’s finally here again The time of year that you fear But you know That you don’t want it to end
Who knows, next year might be even more hectic, more children will destroy things, more weird monsters will appear. But it will never be the same without Ford. No matter what happens, he can’t give up on him yet, not when he has so little to lose.
It’s been a year Christmas is here Family is near to say Why don’t things just stay The same
The party was finally over, and Stanley was left wondering what would’ve happened if they had stayed together. If he hadn’t of broken the machine, if they could still celebrate together like they did when they were little. After all, he really is just the screw up.
Thank you again for the request! Please send anymore you have! I AM OPEN TO CRITICISM! JUST PUT IT IN MY INBOX
My beautiful little girl before the war had clothes👗🩰👛, toys🧚♀️⚽️🧸, a beautiful house🏡🏠, and everything beautiful that she loved and needed, but now after the war🔥🔥🌋 my little girl does not have toys, a beautiful house, or even beautiful clothes #Help us bring back what my daughter loves and put a smile back on her face. $$
What Strength Really Means 💪
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
🚨URGENT🚨
Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺
My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
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What Strength Really Means 💪
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
⚠️‼️PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE⚠️‼️
We have collected $15,337 raised of $20,000 !🇵🇸
🇵🇸 save family lost their home ,dreams and everything in Gaza 🇵🇸
This is my home before the war and after the war how it became💔💔💔
Before: After:
We have been through many wars before, but this war was not like the ones before it. Our lives were turned upside down. We became displaced from one place to another. We are the Anas family, residents of northern Gaza, specifically in the Shujaiya area. In the first week of the war, we fled our home because everyone considered our home to be in a dangerous area. We moved to the Rimal area, specifically in the middle of Gaza. There, we received the news that our home, which contained all our beautiful memories, was bombed. Suddenly, it was gone!!! Just thinking that your home, which you worked hard on and built from scratch and took a lot of your life, was gone in less than a second ! After a while, we left the sands to the Al-Zawaida area because of the heavy shelling. We stayed there for about two weeks, and then the terrorist army asked us to go to Rafah. We actually fled for the fourth time to Rafah and stayed there for two months, some of the most difficult days of our lives, as there was no way or means to live a normal life. 😔😔 After that, because of the invasion of Rafah, we moved to Deir al-Balah. Now, we are in very difficult and oppressive circumstances.
We are asking you with all shame to support and stand by us in these difficult circumstances that everyone knows because we lost our home, our work and any stable source of income. Thank you all.
🔗 🔗 Gofundme link for donations 👇👇👇👇🔗 🔗
Please, we are in dire need of you and your support. If you cannot donate, you can share☹️❤️🥹
Even $5 will make a big difference and save us!
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What Strength Really Means 💪
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
SUPPORT A FAMILY FROM 🍉🍉 TO SURVIVE THE HELLISH CONDITIONS.
Hello everyone, I would like to share with you a campaign for a family in Gaza. The people in Gaza have experienced much hardship, and are still in need of your urgent aid and attention, the people of Gaza still demand your voice, and most importantly donations. I hope their lives still matter to you, and you will help them out. Imagine living in a tent for over a year, starving each day, wondering where you will get another meal. Imagine being cold and wet each night. Imagine being in constant fear and suffering great trauma. Imagine having your home and income gone. That is a reality for them. You wouldn't like this, who why stay silent on them? Please raise your voice for such a crisis!!
One way you can help is by DONATING to this fundraiser, not enough donations are coming in for sustainable living, and their conditions worsen each day, their lives can really he helped by a simple donations, the amount really does not matter your donation is valuable no matter what. Even 5 dollars offers so much hope and is better than nothing. Please, have some humanity and help a family out!
26% goal raised.
"Hello, I am E'taf Al-Qataa,I'm from Gaza, Im34 years old ,I am a wife and a mother of five children. and I am communicating with you with a heavy heart and on behalf of my family, consisting of seven members, including 5 children. We were trapped in the devastating situation in Gaza. We were urgently seeking evacuation to Egypt after enduring more than 200 days of displacement and hardship. I seek to help them urgently and provide them with the minimum requirements. The occupation demolished our beautiful home and took my husband’s job and his car. I was displaced and was able to escape the scourge of war to Egypt, after fleeing to Deir al-Balah in Gaza and tasting the bitterness of displacement and losing a lot. Today, I find myself in a situation I never expected. The conflict in Gaza has left my family in desperate need of help. And here I did not find any money for the family’s expenses after the occupation managed to take away everything we had and we went back a lot. This war took our livelihoods and our factories, and we are struggling to survive."
@yosef-gaza is vetted, number 88 I believe(do correct me if I'm wrong)
I hope our humanity will unite, and we will come together to help them navigate this tragedy and help them rebuild their lives. Thank you for being so kind.
**Time is Running Out**
Imagine enduring a harsh winter in a tent made of tarpaulin, with nothing to shield you from the elements.
Every day brings the threat of freezing temperatures, and rainwater can flood our small space, putting us at risk of drowning. The cold can lead to serious health issues, such as chest infections and chronic illnesses.
You can see
I am pleading for help to save my family from this life-threatening situation.
Please, we need your support to escape this danger and find a safe place to live.
