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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Gaza Does Not Die… But We Are Bleeding ✊

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I am Musab Ahmed. I once had a home, I once had a life… but now, everything I knew is nothing but rubble. My house was completely destroyed by the relentless bombing that took away even our memories.

My body did not escape this war—I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, but I still need another operation to regain my full mobility. Yet, the greatest pain is not mine… it’s the pain of my daughter Lama, whose little hand could not withstand the bombing. She was injured and had to have a metal plate implanted in her hand, and we are still struggling to get her the treatment she needs.

All we ask for is a chance to live… A life that was stolen from us under the bombs and destruction. We need your support to continue our treatment and to try and rebuild what’s left of us.

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Help us stay strong—Gaza is bleeding.

🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani

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My name is Fatima Shahin, and I live in the Shuweifat area of Lebanon. Like many others, my family has been devastated by war. One dark night, explosions destroyed our home, leaving us with only a few clothes and important documents as we fled.

Now, we are scattered between Naameh and Barja, living in constant fear amid destruction and despair. Our need for help is urgent, as every day deepens our sense of helplessness. Our children are suffering, and even basic needs like food and shelter have become nearly impossible to secure.

We appeal to kind-hearted people to extend their support. Your help could be the lifeline we desperately need in this crisis. We hope for peace and compassion to survive and rebuild some part of our lost lives. Every donation or act of kindness can make a difference and save a family clinging to hope for solidarity and love.

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"Don't Skip: Read My Story & Help 🚨🙏"

"A Plea for Hope: Ibrahim's Family's Struggle for Survival 💔"

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The war has finally ended, thank God, and we are preparing to return to northern Gaza in the coming days. During this critical period, I urgently need your support to raise $5,000 to leave the UNRWA shelter and build a small room in front of my destroyed home. 🙏🏻

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I am Ibrahim Almughanni. I once dreamed of a peaceful future for my family, but those dreams were shattered by the horrors of war.

I am married to Soha Fouad,

and we have three children: Toleen, 9 years old; Wateen, 6; and Tayseer, 4.

My children from inside UNRWA shelters

"Toleen, Wateen, and Tayseer are currently in the UNRWA shelter. With your support, we are striving to bring them happiness despite the challenges. Please stand by us for the sake of these children."

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The Day Our Lives Shattered

I remember the day vividly—explosions began in the distance, growing into a deafening roar. Smoke and fear engulfed us as we watched our neighbors flee in terror. We grabbed our children and ran, pushing through a sea of panic until we could run no more

The Day Our Lives Shattered

We once lived a simple and peaceful life, with my children learning and thriving. Now, we are left with nothing in a UNRWA shelter, lacking all basic necessities.

Your support and contribution can make a real difference and change our reality for the better. 🙏

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Donate to Support Ibrahim’s Fight For Survival, organized by Valeria V

Support Ibrahim's fight for survival I’m Valeria, and I’m organizing this fundraise… Valeria V needs your support for Support Ibrahim’s

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #220 )✅️.

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Happy New Year, From GAZA 🌨️ ❄️

Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist / a devoted husband / a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork. I walk long distances to access electricity and internet, creating under harsh conditions to ensure my voice reaches the Tumblr community through my art. I hope you support me to continue surviving and ensure the safety of my family. Thank you for your time. Stay safe 🙏

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Hello, I am Umm Anas from the northern Gaza Strip. 🍉🙏😭

We are a family of 12.

We are in the northern Gaza Strip and have been besieged since the beginning of the war. There is no food, no water, no medicine. There is education for my children. Schools have been bombed and universities have been bombed. Our homes have been damaged. Food is very expensive. The prices are high. 🍉🙏

Please donate to me, the link is in my bio. 🍉

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Donate to Support Anas Family with Food and Medicine Water an, organized by anas and Yazan family

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My son Adam, who is two and a half years old, suffers from constant constipation and we do not know the reason Please help Adam go out for treatment outside the Gaza Strip 🍉🇵🇸 and be of help to us We cannot provide any kind of treatment or healthy food. Any donation, even a small one, makes a difference Please donate and share 🙏🙏🙏

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Donate to Help us survive 10 months of hunger, aya & ali, organized by Hasan hamdan

Hello everyone, I will tell you my story in the war in the Gaza Strip and … Hasan hamdan needs your support for Help us survive 10 months of

Don't skip it 🚨🇵🇸

Will we die from the bombing?

Will we die from hunger?

Will we die from the cold?

No one wants to donate to buy a tent

No one wants to donate to buy nylon.

No one wants to donate to buy vegetables, food, flour

No one wants to donate to buy winter clothes for my children.

I have to ask you, my brothers and sisters, to donate

I know you will say sorry I can't

I don't want much from you

Donate to save our lives

There's no need to skip it 💔

My children's lives are in your hands 🙏😔

My children are shivering from the cold

We are dying from the cold

I hope you are well my friend, I'm so sorry. Ask for a donation of $25 The rain flooded the tent and everything

We want a new tent The price of the tent is $1000 😢💔 I hope you donate whatever you can

Please don't forget my children are shivering from the cold

Thank you my friend

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Donate to Please help Eshaq al Badrsawi and his family, organized by Kevin Kuenzi

My name is Ishaq, I am 39 years old, and I live in the Gaza Strip with my wi… Kevin Kuenzi needs your support for Please help Eshaq al Badrs

Don't skip it 🚨🇵🇸

Will we die from the bombing?

Will we die from hunger?

Will we die from the cold?

No one wants to donate to buy a tent

No one wants to donate to buy nylon.

No one wants to donate to buy vegetables, food, flour

No one wants to donate to buy winter clothes for my children.

I have to ask you, my brothers and sisters, to donate

I know you will say sorry I can't

I don't want much from you

Donate to save our lives

There's no need to skip it 💔

My children's lives are in your hands 🙏😔

My children are shivering from the cold

We are dying from the cold

I hope you are well my friend, I'm so sorry. Ask for a donation of $25 The rain flooded the tent and everything

We want a new tent The price of the tent is $1000 😢💔 I hope you donate whatever you can

Please don't forget my children are shivering from the cold

Thank you my friend

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Donate to Please help Eshaq al Badrsawi and his family, organized by Kevin Kuenzi

My name is Ishaq, I am 39 years old, and I live in the Gaza Strip with my wi… Kevin Kuenzi needs your support for Please help Eshaq al Badrs