Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and this is my story.
I grew up in Gaza, a place that was once full of life. I had dreams, hopes, and a deep love for my home. But in a matter of months, everything changed. I lost my home. I lost my sense of security. I lost people I loved more than anything in the world. 💔
People often talk about strength like it’s something you can see—something loud, something powerful. But I’ve learned that true strength is often quiet.
Strength is waking up every morning when you don’t know what the day will bring. Strength is carrying the memories of those you’ve lost, while still choosing to move forward. Strength is believing in a better tomorrow, even when today feels impossible.
I don’t share my story for sympathy. I share it because I know that there is still kindness in this world. I still believe in people, in love, in hope. And I know that no matter what happens, I will keep going. Because that’s what strength really is.
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
“Where is humanity when children’s dreams are buried beneath the rubble?”
“Humanity is not measured by words but by your stance on the innocent blood shed without reason.”
Our life before 10/07/2023 was full of optimism and peace, but because of the brutal war and the mass extermination carried out by the occupation army on Gaza on that date, we lost our home and were forced to flee, moving more than 8 times in search of a safe place, but to no avail.
The war destroyed my livelihood and my family’s livelihood, and we faced hunger, illness, and the harsh conditions of heat and cold for an entire year. We lived in a small tent that we moved in several times to different places, fleeing from the bombing and destruction, all in search of safety.
In the midst of this tragedy, my dear mother was severely injured as a result of bombing by the occupation’s planes. She was transferred to Egypt for treatment. She underwent five surgeries, and now she is staying in a hospital in Egypt. However, we are unable to bear the costs of her treatment and the required medical supplies, while we have no income or source of livelihood. Additionally, the blockade on Gaza prevents us from visiting her due to the enormous amounts required to coordinate our entry through the Rafah crossing.
Amid this suffering, we were blessed with a newborn.
His arrival brought us great joy, but it also increased our burdens. Our baby needs special care, and his needs, such as formula milk and diapers, have become extremely expensive. I cannot describe the feeling of helplessness when he cries from hunger, and I cannot meet his needs. The high prices and the absence of income have made securing even the most basic necessities for him nearly impossible.
To my second family،
Our situation, as well as the situation of my family and the people of Gaza, has become incredibly tragic. Can you imagine that my wife, our four children, and I, along with our entire family, have been displaced more than 8 times and have lived in tents for over 13 months? We are now suffering from hunger in the truest sense of the word. The occupation uses hunger as a weapon and has blocked the entry of aid and food trucks for over two months, leading the country to famine. Prices have skyrocketed, and every day that passes, we live in real hunger.
Thank you for your generosity and support in these difficult times
“In Gaza, it’s not just the sun that sets… but also souls that depart, and dreams buried beneath the rubble.”
“A child in Gaza doesn’t dream of toys; he dreams of a peaceful sleep undisturbed by the sound of bombs.”
“Here in Gaza, time isn’t measured by hours, but by the number of breaths left under the shelling.”
“In every corner of Gaza, there is a story of pain, but also a tale of resilience defying death.
Be part of restoring hope and rebuilding lives… Donate now and become part of Gaza’s story of resilience. Share the campaign with your friends; every share makes a difference and brings us closer to hope.”
https://gofund.me/d7484a38
Please please please please please🚨📣📣📣
help me Only this time My child got shrapnel in his mouth. As a result of the bombing Please he needs treatment now Just try to help us now, don't stop and don't be silent. I need his treatment immediately. I will not forgive anyone who does not help. 😭😭😭😭
Donate now now now please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Send our message to the whole world that our children are dying from bombing. And fear and hunger And the cold winter came like a beast It eats all our bodies, young and old.
I can't get my voice to anyone. Please, whoever can help me spread my appeal to the world, don't hesitate to spread it. Donate and share 🙏🙏
I have been asking you for only three months to try to donate to us. Let's get a closed tent in before winter comes. None of you responded to our request.Today winter came to eat our bodies in this dark place The cold eats away at our bodies every night. I don't want my children to die of cold 🙏😭😭 Please
Help me get my voice heard now For those who can help and donate And please publish I can't do it alone 😮💨🚨🚨🚨🥺
Our story and place of refuge on the page Just look at our story and listen to us please.Give my children a chance at hope in life Don't hesitate 🥺🥺🥺🥺
You are our only hope💔
Donation link here 👇
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Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar: A Father's Cry from the Heart of Gaza 💔
My name is Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar, I am 34 years old, a father of four children: Qusai (12 years old) 🧒, Jouri (7 years old) 👧, Mohammed (4 years old) 👦, and Adam (1 year old) 👶. My wife, Heba (27 years old) ❤️, is my partner through this harsh journey. We are a small family who once lived with hope despite the difficult circumstances, but the recent war on Gaza has left us with nothing but pain and devastation. 😔
A Home Reduced to Rubble, Dreams Buried Underneath 🏚️
Our home, where we once felt safe, built our memories, and nurtured our children's dreams, is now nothing more than a pile of rubble. 🏳️ The sound of bombs and missiles was faster than our fleeing footsteps, and we barely managed to escape with our trembling souls. 😢
The Journey of Displacement… From Destruction to the Unknown 🚶♂️🛑
We were forced to flee to the south of Gaza, seeking refuge in an overcrowded school 🏫. But here, nothing resembles life:
No clean drinking water 💧🚱
No electricity ⚡❌
No proper sanitation 🚽❌
No medicine for sick children 💊❌
My children sleep on a cold floor 🛌🥶, their little stomachs aching from hunger and thirst. 🍞 My youngest son, Adam, cries all night 😭, and Jouri asks me every day: "When will we return home, Daddy?" 🥺 And I… I have no answer.
A Father's Plea to Your Hearts ❤️🙏
I am not asking for much. I am simply asking for a chance at a dignified life for my children 🏠💝, a roof to shelter them, clean water to quench their thirst 💦, and medicine to ease their pain. 🩹
Any contribution, no matter how small, can bring us a glimmer of hope 🌟 and allow me to look into my children's eyes without feeling helpless. 🥹
Help us give our children their right to live. 🕊️
Every donation makes a difference. 🤝
From the heart of Gaza, under skies raining fire 🔥☁️, I send you this message… Please help us. 🙏
Ahmed Munir Al-Anqar 🖤
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Hello dear .. My name is Abdul Rahman Halas, married to the martyred journalist Alaa Al-Dahdouh. My journalist wife works for the Watan News Agency and we had a beautiful child named Karam. The real disaster began on Wednesday, May 31, 2024, when my wife, my child and I were surprised by a huge missile that fell on us and exploded in the place where we were, targeting the house we fled to and other neighboring houses
. At that moment, my journalist wife Alaa hugged our child Karam to protect him from the hell of the missile, but she turned into pieces and died immediately. My child Karam and I miraculously escaped certain death when the pressure of the missile threw me a long distance, which resulted in me being injured by numerous shrapnel and multiple injuries that led to severe fractures in my leg and damage to the nerves in my hand and foot and various shrapnel in different parts of my body
. My wife is a journalist covering the crimes of genocide against defenseless civilians in the Gaza Strip. With the intensification of the bombing and the scarcity of food and water, my wife and I struggled daily to secure food for our only child Karam, who was also suffering from severe fear because of The brutal bombing of the Gaza Strip.
Now after the disaster that befell my family, I need your generous support to overcome my ordeal and pay for my treatment and surgeries. I need several surgeries outside the Gaza Strip that cost a lot of money, and I am in dire need of your tears and support.
I am confident that after reading my sad story, you will sympathize with me and share with me and will not leave me and my child Karam alone.
Donate to me or share my campaign with your friends to donate to me
No matter how small your donation is, it means to me a chance for me and my child to be treated and to stay safe.
🚨 Urgent Appeal 🚨
With love and gratitude - Rima
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Today, I am overwhelmed with despair 😔
I want to say thanks for every support, but the donations have been minimal, and my family's need is urgent ‼️🙏🏻
We are currently in a critical situation—if we can just make it through this phase, things may improve 🕊️
I want to remind you that my husband is in the north, and I am alone with my children in the south 😔
Communication is bad; the last time I spoke with him, he described the situation as catastrophic and stressed the need for significant improvements as a first step 🙏🏻
I sincerely hope that my family will never be left to face this struggle alone after everything we've endured 😩
Your contributions are what can help reunite us in a safe and livable place 🕊️
I urge everyone to donate, no matter how small, or at the very least, amplify our plea by sharing and engaging with our message 🙏🏻
Please don't abandon us— we are utterly exhausted 😔
🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291
Thank you all for your support 🙏🏻
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
🚨🚨🚨I am Ahmed from Gaza
I take care of homeless cats, knowing that these cats lost their mothers due to war and lack of care💔🥺
I found these cats on the street in a difficult condition. I am very sad for these cats and I do not have anything to help them. Therefore, I ask you to help these poor cats and donate to them, even if just a little, to keep them alive.😭💔🥺
I hope to reach my goal🙏🥺
Donations link👇👇
Hi, my name is Ahmad I am an independant animal rescuer, lover, helping stray animals of Palestine, please help me take care of these animals in dire need of food medicine and shelter, your donations will be of great help, thank you kindly, anything helps
It has been an extremely difficult task to keep these animals safe, they require medical help, food, warmth, shelter, so everyday is a struggle to achieve this while we are being bombed and killed, but I am determined to keep them safe and my family safe, I just want to say that everything helps,nothing is too small, we are grateful for every little bit, it is greatly appreciated
I would like to say thank you for the donations, I’m filled with hope when I see the kindness of strangers, without your help it would be impossible to survive, i extend my gratitude in this very difficult time for us, I truly appreciate everything that you are all doing for us
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. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙