In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.
Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.
And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.
The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.
Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.
We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.
Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.
With deepest gratitude,
Dr. Farhat's Family
Hello. Khawla and their family need your help! They need to feed their child, Ghazal but the cost of milk is high. She also is suffering from an injury which also is a costly problem. YOU can come to this girl’s aid by going to their go fund me right here:
Please donate and share this link! This is very urgent because they’re currently living in very poor circumstances.
Here is the link to my new campaign for the third time after my campaign was deleted and my money was stolen and I did not take anything for my children. I hope you are well and help me with an urgent donation for my children. We need food, drink and shelter such as tents, tarpaulins and treatment.😢
🚨 A Distress Call From Gaza 🚨
Hello dear, I hope you are well. I am Mumen from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸 I am asking for your help 🙏🙏 The situation here is catastrophic. We are displaced in a tent after losing everything 😔🥺 Please help me save the lives of my family and my little siblings who could not bear it anymore. Stand by them and donate. Every donation will give them hope to survive 🙏💔
GoFoundMe Donation Link
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PayPal Donation Link
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It is cold resignation.
He can afford to be ignorant.
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No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
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" Hello , I am Shareef Alamoudy, I am from Gaza married and have twins children Husam and Ahmed, five months old, they came after four IVF. My wife and I came to Egypt in June to do IVF and my wife got pregnant and we got stuck in Egypt after the war, I was an employee in Gaza and my wife was a math teacher and now we have no income, my twins was born in April and one of them (Ahmed) has heart holes, needs custody, a lot of treatments and costs, and now he needs special milk and medication.
I also have herniated disc, I cannot work hard in Egypt.
I need an operation that costs 4000 euros.
I live in a rental apartment that costs me 200 euros a month.
I need a diaperes, milk and medicine for children that costs me 200 euros a month.
Life requirements like food and other things 400 euros. " - Shareef, ( @sharifmoody )
Imagine your home city being reduced to rubble, and you find yourself in a new country, where every day is a struggle to get by - you need surgery for you and your child, and money for food, milk and medicine and rent on top of that. That is Shareef's reality. Please, stand with them during this tough time - be a light in the darkness, show some humanity and create hope.
Here are some medical documents shared by Shareef;
Medical reports for Ahmed, (child in need of surgery) (reverse image searched, seems legitimate)
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€5 - a sketch
€10 - a drawing
€15 - a coloured drawing
€20+ - small painting
€30+ - large painting
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
When gas disappears… we invent fire.
In Gaza, where war stole everything from us — even our gas cylinders — we refused to freeze or give up.
With nothing but scrap metal, old car oil, and computer fans, people here built handmade burners to cook, boil water, and survive.
We turned trash into life. We turned despair into invention. This is how we fight for existence every single day.
We don't just survive — we create.🔥🛠️💔
Reblog. Raise awareness. Let the world see our resilience.
As for me… I’m Kareman, a mother in Gaza.
I’m doing my best to protect and care for my son, Hammoud, in the middle of this war.
Thanks to a kind friend’s donation, I was able to bring a little light into my child’s life — food, warmth, and a smile.
The photo below is my son smiling next to the food we managed to buy.
That smile is a rare treasure in the middle of fear, displacement, and hunger.😭🫶❤️
If you’re reading this, please… don’t let this be the last smile I see on his face.🙏
Support us — donation link is in my bio.
My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here
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Your kindness makes hope possible.
From a mother who is still trying