💔 My name is Hanaa, a mother of seven children from Gaza City.

Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life. We had a beautiful home filled with laughter, family gatherings, and precious memories. My husband worked hard to build a small company that provided for us, and we dreamed of a bright future for our children. My eldest son had just begun a new job and was excited to start his life, while my second son proudly worked alongside his father.

Then the war took everything.

Our home was reduced to rubble. The company that my husband spent years building disappeared overnight. The life we had worked so hard for was gone in a moment.

But the greatest loss was my son.

My eldest son was killed while trying to bring food to our family. He left home hoping to help his hungry brothers and sisters and never came back. No mother should have to bury her child, especially a child whose last act was trying to feed his family.

As if that pain was not enough, my other son was severely injured and now desperately needs medical treatment that we cannot afford.

We spent every penny we had trying to survive. Today, we have no savings left, no home to return to, and no way to provide the basic necessities my children need. Every day is a struggle to find food, medicine, and shelter. As a mother, it breaks my heart to watch my children suffer and to feel powerless to help them.

That is why I started this campaign.

I am not asking for luxury or comfort. I am simply asking for a chance to keep my children alive, to provide food for their empty stomachs, medicine for my injured son, and hope for their future. My youngest daughter deserves the opportunity to grow up in safety and dignity, not surrounded by loss and hardship.

Our campaign is moving very slowly, and we are running out of options. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference for my family. If you are unable to donate, please share our story. Your kindness may reach someone who can help.

From the depths of a mother's heart, thank you for reading, sharing, donating, and standing beside my family during the darkest chapter of our lives. 🙏❤️

Hello 🙋

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

🚨 Urgent Call for Help

I am Jaafar, living in Gaza, and I have created a fundraising campaign to help my family cover the costs of living amid the difficult humanitarian conditions we are facing, the high prices, and the severe shortage of basic necessities. We have completely lost our home, and all the houses in our area were destroyed. Our area has now become part of what is known as the “Yellow Line.” Today, we are living in a tent in the middle of Gaza that does not protect us from the extreme summer heat or the cold of winter.

We lost everything we owned inside our home, and we have nothing left. We are trying to rebuild our lives from zero, but this is beyond our ability under these harsh circumstances. I kindly ask you, if you are able, to help me with any amount, no matter how small. Every contribution makes a real difference in my family’s life and helps us provide food and basic necessities.

I also ask you to support my fundraising campaign, because having some donations encourages others to contribute as well. My circle of contacts is limited, and I cannot reach a large number of people, so please do not only share the link if you are able to donate, even with a small amount. A small donation from you can mean a lot to my family and can make a real difference in our lives.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #299 )✅️

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and compassion. ❤️

Hello friends 🧡

My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.

But the war took everything from us… 💔

In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.

After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.

Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.

The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.

I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.

Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.

Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.

Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.

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Hello everyone here 💙 I'm Abdullah from the Gaza Strip, specifically from the south. I'm the youngest of my siblings and I'm striving to complete my education. I took my high school exams this year and excelled, achieving a 93.3 average. Now I'm aiming to study dentistry, but my family lost everything in the war, and we're now on the verge of a new life. I need to pay a university placement fee of over $200. However, I'm absolutely certain that there are people who can help me because of their immense humanity. My words may not be very expressive, but I desperately need help.

Hello 👋

I'm Shaimaa from Gaza, 32 years old, a mother of four children who have suffered fear, displacement, and homelessness. Can you imagine? They are living through a horrific war in which they bear no responsibility. Yet, the war in Gaza has stolen their beauty and their childhood, burdening them with anxieties far beyond their years. They even search for water as if they have aged decades.

I am now the sole provider for the family because my husband, Ibrahim, who was always determined to succeed and who was my inspiration and main source of strength, was seriously injured in his foot during the war and lost his passion for everything, even his medical care. He needs specialized treatment for his foot, and without it, he suffers from severe pain, fatigue, and exhaustion. What did he do to deserve this?

We lived in peace despite all the hardships, but in a moment, we lost a great deal of effort. We struggled and rebuilt ourselves from nothing, until God provided for us, but I never imagined that our struggle and effort would vanish and never return. Our home, with all its beauty and warm memories, is buried under the rubble. I simply grieve for the memories.

As for me, I won't speak about myself because everything that has happened saddens and pains me. But to you, people of compassion, I place my hope in you to save my family. My family and I are not safe from this war. I pray to God to help us escape this death, so that we can salvage what remains of us. Please help us buy basic necessities and leave Gaza so that my husband can receive treatment for his foot – the cost of leaving is $5,000 per person. Help us live a dignified life. My family is the most precious thing in my life, and I thank every donor for their humanity.

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