Oh God They Gone Back In Time 😰(pt1)

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This is the most important thing you can do to support me now. The Gaza Strip is in a real famine after the occupation prevented the entry of aid for more than 60 days and caused a significant increase in the prices of goods.

We crave bread and we can’t find it.

Here is Gaza the Sacrifice

Our price list in #Gaza

1. 25 kg bag of flour: 1,300 shekels (360 dollars)

2. 2 kg Egyptian rice: 40 shekels (11 dollars)

3. 1 liter of frying oil: 60 shekels (17 dollars)

4. 250 g box of feta cheese: 20 shekels (5.5 dollars)

5. 2 kg tomatoes: 28 shekels (8 dollars)

6. 2 kg potatoes: 50 shekels (14 dollars)

7. 2 kg zucchini: 35 shekels (10 dollars)

8. 2 kg eggplant: 35 shekels (10 dollars)

9. 2 kg molokhia: 50 shekels (14 dollars)

2 kg sugar: 80 shekels

Of course, these prices are in cash. To receive cash, you must pay a 30% commission. Overall, you must add 30% to the price of each item. ,,,,

Today the price of a bag of flour has become $360 and we need to buy it today.

Please help me with part of its price if you can.

I don’t want much from you, just donate what you can so that we can buy flour only. 😭

Please help me, donate to me, help me spread my story and ask your friends to help me, this will keep me alive

Hello, I want your help. I have children and my condition is bad🥺. I can't really feed them. I have a child who suffered from an electric shock in the head and he can't really speak or walk on his feet. My wife also suffers from back pain and wants treatment, but I can't really treat them. You can help us with a small donation of $50🙏🙏. May Allah reward you with all good and prolong your life and bless your wealth as well. I hope you don't ignore me.💔💔🙏

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My name is Fatima, a 21-year-old woman🤰.Just one month before the war, I was engaged, dreaming of a warm home and a small family.But the war tore us apart—my fiancé and I were separated between northern and southern Gaza, with no way to communicate💔.

Despite the pain, we held on to hope. Months later, I left my family and joined him.We got married, believing it was the start of a new life.But the bombing returned, and we were displaced again… Now we live in a fragile tent in western Gaza, awaiting the birth of our first child amid conditions unfit for life🥹😭.

I’m pregnant🤰, and my due date is near🥹. I have none of the essentials I need as a mother or even as a human being🙏.We lack everything: medical care, food, clean water, and basic supplies for childbirth and the baby🥲.

I’m not asking for the impossible—just enough to protect my life and my baby’s

Your donation is our only hope🥹😢.

Chuffed

Every donation, word of support, can make a real difference

I am Fatima, a 21-year-old woman.I got engaged just one month before the war started. My dreams were simple: a warm home, a small family, an

My campaign is new and has not received much support. Please support me and my family.

https://chuffed.org/project/helpfatema

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Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

🔄 A simple reblog of my pinned post can spread awareness.

💖 A small $5 donation could bring hope where it’s desperately needed.

@nasr-daher

Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. Your support means the world—thank you for standing with us! 🙏✨

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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

Chuffed

Nadin’s Hope: Rebuilding Life for a Mother and Child

My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

I don’t know why it looks like that. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. This whole thing is an accident

Based on Lunar's nightmare