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A mother's cry from Gaza šš
Now, Iām struggling to provide the most basic needsāfood, shelter, and safetyāfor my children.
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Every day, I wake up to the sounds of explosions and the constant fear of losing my family. I work at a hospital with barely any resources, and weāre overwhelmed with patients. The situation is getting worse, and I feel like Iām failing my people.
At home, itās just as bad. My wife, Salma, tries to keep things together for our kidsāNabeel, whoās 2, and Naya, whoās only 5 months old. But the fear is overwhelming. Nabeel asks why the sky is so loud, and Naya doesnāt even know a world without sirens and shaking walls.
Iām asking for a way to get them out of Gaza. I canāt keep them safe here anymore. They deserve a chance at lifeāa chance to grow up without fear.
Please, if you can help, share this. If you know of any way to help us escape, I would be forever grateful. My familyās future depends on it.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.
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Palestinian girls and women are forced to use tents as pads. People boost. Donate if you can
Please help me and my family escape to a safe place and end the suffering.šš»š
The sound of warplanes is now very loud and frightening.šš©ļøš„
the bombing, destruction, hunger and pain have returned, we are still without a home without a safe placešš
We were displaced and homeless several times. There were no vehicles to transport us from the place that posed a danger to our lives. We could only walk or ride an animal. Our bodies are tired. We can no longer bear to move every time because we do not have food or drink to provide our bodies with energy. We lack all the necessities of life
I stand helpless and unable to provide milk and diapers for my child
Our children are dying of hunger
So I ask you to help and donate to save the lives of our children because I know that you will not abandon us or let us down.
Please help us š
We are living under extremely difficult conditions. Right now, we are trapped under heavy bombardment all around us.
I am pleading with you from the bottom of my heartāplease donate and help us relocate to safety.
Our area has now been declared a ghost zone, which means the danger is beyond words.
Please donāt leave us to die in silence.
My husband Shadi was injured during the war, his condition is critical, and he urgently needs treatment abroad.
I beg you, save my family, save my childrenāsave us before itās too late.
Our lives are in your hands.
We are not just numbers on the news........
We are a real familyāchildren who want to live, a mother whoās trying to protect them, a father who is injured and in pain.
Our home is no longer safe. Our nights are filled with fear and the sound of bombs.
Even the smallest donation could mean shelter, food, medicine, or a way to escape this nightmare.
šæ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story šæ
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 shatteredāwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborās 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 everythingāour 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 familyās 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.
š Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. š
āWe need you⦠because my parents canāt take it anymore.ā
Iām from Gaza, from a region exhausted by siege and destruction, where life no longer has the taste it once did. I write to you with a heart aching, not only because of the circumstances weāre living in, but also because Iām watching my parents, the most precious things I have, weaken day by day without my ability to help them.
My father has suffered from heart and colon problems for years. His condition is deteriorating due to the lack of medication and the difficulty of accessing appropriate treatment. The pain never leaves him, and sometimes he cries silently so we donāt grieve for him, and these reports prove that.
My mother suffers from heart disease and diabetes and is in constant need of medication and healthcare, and these reports prove that.
But we donāt even have enough money to buy good food or a steady supply of electricity.
The situation in Gaza is no secret: no medicine, no work, no security. All we want today is some support to provide our parents with the medicines they need to survive.
We appeal to you from a broken heart: Help us save our parents, give them a chance at life.
Even the smallest assistance can make a huge difference.
Whoever has a heart will understand our pain.
Whoever has the power, let them save the souls that suffer silently.
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My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined Iād 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 knewāmy home, my safety, my communityāwas 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 theyāll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itās become a daily battle just to survive.
Iāve seen things I never thought possibleāstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingāmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but itās almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iām trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iām reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceājust a chanceāto 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 differenceāit 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. Youāre not just helping me escape a war; youāre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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i need help. If you don't have a donation, share it with your friends.Ā
We are in Gaza. Our situation is catastrophic. We no longer have a home or a source of livelihood. . Please help me spread the donation campaign..
After October 7, we were turned upside down, deprived of our security, our home, and everything, yet we continue our quest to achieve everything for our children.Ā . We have been subjected to genocide several times, and we survived thanks to God,
and currently we move from one place to another like homeless people who have nothing. I ask for your help and generosity to help me get to safety and out of Gaza, in order to build our lives
A donation of as little as five dollars is sufficient. Don't ignore the newness of your teams
Help me protect my children and give our family hope for brighter days.
My baby Helena, born on October 7, 2020, needs you to stand by her. Donate now!
My son Orhan, who is five and a half years old, has been suffering from malnutrition since the beginning of the war. Due to the lack of adequate health care,
we are exposed to diseases much faster (such as stomach bacteria, skin fungi, and severe infections). Since the beginning of the war, I have been infected with stomach bacteria due to unhealthy eating, and I have not been able to receive treatment due to the high prices of medicines here.
It is not easy to ask for help, but I need financial support to complete my treatment and evacuate from the war in Gaza.
Thank you for standing by my side,
I sincerely hope you can sympathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. Your generosity saves what remains of our souls. Please help me complete my treatment and save my family from war. Please donate and/or reblog
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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. šš After that, because of the invasion of Rafah, we moved to Deir al-Balah. Now, we are in very difficult and oppressive circumstances.
@samy-family11 Sami's family needs help raising funds to evacuate to Egypt.
This fundraiser is vetted by association and the organizer is doing art requests for anyone who provides proof of donation.
My family and I have become homeless after the random bombing in Gaza We are facing dire humanitarian conditions without shelter or food. We appeal to kind-hearted people to help us find shelter and food or to share this appeal to spread our voice
I write these words to you with my hands trembling and tears streaming down my face. My heart is torn apart, my soul melting with pain, and time is passing like a predatory beast approaching to take my little child away from me. He now lies on a hospital bed, his tiny body trembling, his breath slowly fading under a ventilator. His eyes are half-closed, as if life is escaping him right in front of me, and I am helpless, devastated, unable to save him.
The doctors told me that the only hope to save him is urgent surgery, but they are demanding an amount I cannot afford.
They told me words I never imagined I would hear: "Either you pay immediately
or we will disconnect his ventilator." Imagine, my friend, your child being sentenced to death, not because there is no treatment, but because you do not have the money. Imagine seeing your beloved child, a piece of your soul, having their air sucked out, their hope snatched away, while you stand helpless, your hands empty, your heart screaming without anyone to hear it.
I'm scared... so scared. Every minute that passes robs him of his life, and every moment I spend without help brings me closer to the nightmare I don't even want to think about. Please, my friend, I beg you with every tear I shed, with every cry I hold tight to my chest, help me... save my child.
I'm not asking for much. I just ask that my child not be taken away from me before my eyes, that I not live the rest of my life remembering how he died because I didn't have enough money to save him. Please, before it's too late, before everything becomes just a painful memory, don't leave me alone in this horror... Don't let me bury my child.
Please, my friend, I beg you like I've never begged anyone before: Don't let my child die, don't let me live through this hell. Anything, any amount, any sharing of my child's story could be the lifeline that keeps him alive.
I swear to you, there's no more time... Death is getting closer, and I stand here watching without being able to do anything. Please, please, don't let this be the end... Don't let me lose him.
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Images: Hossam Al-Quzzaz rebuilt his family's tent after it was destroyed in an airstrike on the night of March 17/18, 2025.
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Video: Clip from a ten minute Al-Jazeera video, featuring Hossam, as he recounts the night his family's tent was destroyed in an airstrike.
Original Video: [LINK]
*Kilometer = 0.62 miles
shayma escaped gaza before the crossing closed and has been struggling to care for her family of 16 in egypt. rent is skyrocketing, and now her brother needs help funding his master's degree. she just lost her childhood friend and her friend's family, she needs support right now.
she didn't ask me to post this, i just wanna show her there's still people out there who care. please help her
šāØ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ā¤ļøāš©¹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and Iām from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today Iām sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasnāt been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from usā25 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 couldnāt have imagined weād 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, weāre reminded of how much weāve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Hereās what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
š Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
š¢ Loss: The absence of the 25 family members weāve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
š 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, itās a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ā¤ļø
Canāt donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isnāt just about helping us meet our goalāitās about reminding us that weāre not alone in this fight. Itās about hope. Itās about survival. And itās 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, Iām endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ā¤ļø
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I donāt 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 š”. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasnāt 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 lovedāsome of them are gone forever. š
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All we ask for is a chance to live⦠A life that was stolen from us under the bombs and destruction. We need your support to continue our treatment and to try and rebuild whatās left of us.
urgent / A chance to save a life at a critical moment
Please share and reblog to save my family šš¹
š/To Alaa and my family in Gaza
My dear friends
I hope everyone will donate and share my story.
Video: Hossam Al-Qazzaz has recently given us a glimpse of a day in the life of his family through a video he sent to us, featuring his infant daughter Habiba, son Bashar, and other daughter Diana. Despite their living conditions, Hossam does his best to keep his children's spirits high.
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Story written by @rumiandroses
Images: (Top) Bashar, Hani, and Diana, still able to smile in spite of the devastation they've been forced to endure. (Bottom) Hossam Al-Qazzaz, as he does his best to clear their destroyed home of debris to make it slightly more suitable for habitation.
Image: Hanan's update message to us, informing us of her family's current condition.
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I donāt 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 š”. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasnāt 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 lovedāsome of them are gone forever. š
After more than a month of disconnection, we are finally back...
-These photos are from today, 11/3/2025.-
Today, I am sharing a glimpse of our new life, where we have started again beside our home that was destroyed by war. Despite the pain and loss, we have not lost hope, and our determination to build a better future for our children remains unshaken.
This Tumblr house we now live in is not just wallsāit is a testament to our resilience and to the love and support of everyone who has stood by us. You have always been a community full of kindness and generosity, and today, I share these moments so you can see how the light continues to shine in our hearts despite everything.
-This clip was made yesterday by my daughter Lian to make something for Amir to sleep in and the experiment was successful. This is Amir sleeping.-
But life here is still very difficult. We are still trying to stay strong, and we have built a simple shelter to live ināI will attach photos. We are waiting for the border to open so we can travel, hoping for the day when I can see my children wearing school uniforms, going to learn, playing in safe, undamaged places, eating clean food, and drinking safe water.
For now, we are just trying to survive with what little we have, as the border remains closed to everyone except those with severe medical conditions and critical war injuries.
We need your support once again. I will try to stay connected online and keep sharing photos and videos of our new life. Thank you to everyone standing with usāyou are our hope in these difficult times.
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Death in all its forms, with complete silence from a complacent world.
No food, no drink, no security, no medicine, and displacement.
What have we done to deserve all this?
Closed crossings and exorbitant prices that only the upper class can afford.
My health is deteriorating.
I never expected that I would reach the point of complaining.
You can support me through the link.
The war is over, and these were moments we were eagerly awaiting, but they came laden with conflicting feelings that are difficult to describe. Great joy because the bloodshed stopped, the sound of shells stopped, but alongside the joy there is greater sadness, sadness for the souls that died.
Keep supporting us, don't stop promoting and donating to the Palestinians because Gaza is still uninhabitable
Ceasefire... does not mean that our battle for Palestine is over šµšø, it is actually the beginning
Our battle ends when we have a free Palestine šµšøšµšøāļøāļø
We hope that peace will prevail in the hearts of our people and that Palestine will be liberated.
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