Trying to help family trapped in Gaza for 11 months
Hello everyone, and hope you read my story.
I am Mohammad Meqdad, I am 22 years old
I try hard and struggle to get my family of 7 people out of Gaza to safety
Since the beginning of the war💔, my family and I have been suffering greatly from life. There is no clean water or healthy food. We try with all our energy to endure this life, but there is no life here.
Unfortunately, we were not able to leave here because the crossing was closed, but we are trying to collect money to buy supplies, and when the crossing opens, we will leave here to safety.
This is the place where my family and I live, and I cannot explain to you the extent of the insects that appear to us in the summer, the heat of the sun, or the cold of the winter😔💔🇵🇸
This is what my sisters and mother suffer in this world in the face of war, displacement from one place to another, the intense heat of the fires, and the lack of hygiene. We try with difficulty to provide what we can.❗❗❗
We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to help me reach the goal in order to secure the life of my family,and the beginning of a new life. Every help or donation through you makes a big difference. Do not underestimate how the difference is for someone who needs your support
• Thank you for complete reading
Mohamed meqdad
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Hello, I’ts Nour from Gaza,
My family shattered between northern and southern Gaza after my husband was forced to leave us and return to the north on foot🚶
He told me: "The journey was long and tough, but I felt like my heart was carrying me, not my foot"
The devastation in the north is beyond words, The place is practically uninhabitable, but sadly, our family have no other choice 💔
We are looking for a spot to fix it up and settle, hoping to reunite soon
I urgently need your genuine support, the costs of rent and repairs are overwhelming, but together, we can find a way to reunite 🕊️
Whether you contribute through donations to reunite my family or simply share this message to reach others who can help, every action matters 🙏🏻
Thank you for standing by us 🕊️
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I never thought I’d hear my child ask me, “Mama, are we next?” But here we are.
In Gaza, survival is not guaranteed. Hospitals are gone. Medicine is rare. Clean water is a privilege. But through all the pain, we still believe in kindness.
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What We Need to Start Again:
💔 $5,000 for the father.
💔 $5,000 for the mother.
💔 $2,500 for Khaled.
💔 $2,500 for Intesar.
📌 The rest is for the basics of life—shelter, food, and safety.
If you can donate or share, you’re giving us more than money. You’re giving us hope.
💙 Donate here:
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. 💔
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