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martzyna

6 months ago

I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have seven children: Hala (15), Nour (13), Abdelrahman (11), Mohammed (9), Omar (6), Ahmed (4), and baby Hoor, just 7 months old.

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Donate to Hope and Safety for Amal and Her Children in Gaza, organized by Amal Alanqar

Hello, I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have … Amal Alanqar needs your support for Hope and Safety for Amal and He

In the blink of an eye, we awoke to a devastating barrage of bombs. The war had begun, and soon tanks surrounded us as the northern Gaza Strip was declared off-limits. We fled immediately from the north, leaving behind my husband who had to stay with his elderly father who cannot walk. The presence of checkpoints and the prohibition of vehicles forced my husband to remain in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood in the north of Gaza.

My four-year-old son, Ahmed, suffers from diabetes. It is a constant struggle to find insulin injections and test strips. Weeks go by without being able to check his sugar levels, leaving me in fear of whether his levels are too high or too low.

Ahmed's condition break my heart

I'm Amal, 33 Years Old. My Husband Eyad is 39, And We Have Seven Children: Hala (15), Nour (13),

My children are the love of my life

I fled on foot, just ten days after giving birth. I carried my ten-day-old baby and my other young children, alone, fighting for their safety. A few days later, the northern Gaza Strip was completely isolated, leaving my husband trapped.

I cannot bear the panic attacks that Hoor suffers from the constant bombing

It was incredibly difficult to care for my children without my husband, moving from one place to another. I finally sought refuge in a shelter school in Deir Al-Balah.

My children have been deprived of their father, who used to provide all their needs. Their schooling has been halted, and their mental health is in ruins due to the war. My baby girl cannot get proper nutrition and is unable to sleep due to the constant sounds of bombs.

We share our room at school with 40 people, lacking water and sanitary supplies

My husband remains in the north, experiencing severe famine. Periodically, I manage to contact him, learning that he is still alive, but his situation is dire.

We want to escape Gaza and survive this tragic war, to build a decent life for my family, providing the basics of life: food, medical care, and a safe home.

Your donations can make a world of difference for us. Every dollar can help us escape this nightmare and start anew. Your generosity can reunite our family, provide essential medical care for Ahmed, and ensure my children grow up in a peaceful environment.

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Donate to Hope and Safety for Amal and Her Children in Gaza, organized by Amal Alanqar

Hello, I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have … Amal Alanqar needs your support for Hope and Safety for Amal and He

Your kindness and support mean everything to us. May God bless you for your compassion.

Greetings & Gratitude🙏

Amal

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martzyna

7 years ago

Human version of palette Palette belong to @angexci

A Cry from the Rubble: A Family Torn Apart by War

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**Humanitarian Support Request: Ghada Nabil Al-Anqar** … ghada alanqar needs your support for Rising from the Ashes: Ghada’s Journey o

Hello,

My name is Ghada, a 32-year-old Palestinian woman from Gaza. I once lived a life filled with hope and ambition ✨. I studied Information Technology 🎓, earned a bachelor's degree, and worked at a private company where I believed my future was taking shape 🌟. But in a single moment, war destroyed everything.

Our home, the place that held our dreams and memories 🏡, my job that I was proud of 💼, and the future my family worked so hard to build—all reduced to rubble under relentless bombing 💔.

Our Home... Reduced to Rubble💔

When the bombing intensified, our lives turned into an endless nightmare 😔. Our home, once a sanctuary of safety and warmth, was completely destroyed, forcing us to flee to Rafah in southern Gaza ⛺. There, we lived in a tiny tent that barely protected us from the harsh winter ❄️ or the scorching summer heat ☀️.

But even that was not the end of our suffering. We were displaced again, this time to central Gaza, where we now live in an overcrowded school for displaced families. Here, we have no clean water 🚰, insufficient food 🍞, and no safety to speak of.

My Father and Brother... Victims of Economic Destruction 💔😑

My father, Nabil, 62 years old, worked tirelessly in his small aluminum workshop 🔨. It was our only source of income, but the war destroyed it completely, leaving him helpless in the face of this devastation 💔.

My brother Khaled, 23 years old, graduated with a degree in accounting 📚 and started his career in a construction company 🏗️. But like many others in Gaza, he lost his job and dreams to the war 💼. Today, he bears the heavy burden of providing our family with basic necessities like food and water 🍞💧, despite the unbearable conditions.

Our Children... Innocence Lost to War 💔😢

The children in our family—Lama, Nabil, Amir, Fatima, Iman, and Noor—are the true victims of this war 🧒👧.

They live without schools 🎒, without toys 🧸, and without any hope for a safe future. Diseases are everywhere 🦠, and recently, polio has begun to spread, adding to their suffering. These children, who should be learning and playing, are now trapped in fear, hunger, and illness 😢.

Life Here... A Slow Death 💔🥺

We are living in conditions unfit for humanity. The water is polluted 💧, food is scarce 🍽️, and diseases are rampant 🩺. Our children go to bed hungry, and every day, we wake up to more pain and despair.

We Plead for Life... Before It’s Too Late 🙏💔

All we want now is to escape this nightmare 🛑. Crossing the Rafah border into Egypt is our only chance for survival 🌍, but it costs $5,000 to $7,000 per person 💸—an amount we cannot afford.

We are here to ask for your help 🙏. Every donation, every word of support 💬, every share of this story 📢 could be the lifeline that saves us.