Hi guys👋
Here are some beautiful memories in Gaza🥹😭
Help us how to regain part of this safe life🙏😔
Donate and share while there is only a little left🙏😭
I believe that good will always overcome evil, just as spring comes, and with it eternal life, overcoming the bitter cold of winter. We will overcome this genocide very soon with God's help and your continued help and support. One of the advantages we achieved during the war is to convey to you our voice, which has not been heard for many years, and to reveal the nature of this occupation and its actions that have been covered up for hundreds of years.
I would like to introduce you to my simple Palestinian family, who lived in peace in a very beautiful house consisting of a ground and upper floor and a charming garden that we renovated shortly before the war, but the occupation had a different opinion regarding the barbaric bombing of civilians and homes. The occupation destroyed our dear home, which reminded me of my father, the dearest person in the world. My life, may God have mercy on him. The occupation killed every happy and even sad memory by bombing our house.
This is my aunt Rifqa, my younger brother Ahmed, in his last year of school before university. My aunt's house was next door to ours, and she had been single for years. She was not married, and since we are a small family, I have no uncles, because my father was single. It was always my duty to check on my aunt and provide her with everything from food, drink, medicine, and everything else. Before I went to university every day, I always liked to go there to have breakfast together, chat and get her approval before I went to my studies. The memories of the occupation bombing my aunt’s house also disappeared.
This our beloved home before and after Israeli bombing 💔
My priority is to help this kind old woman, when the Rafah crossing is opened, to leave the Gaza Strip safely for Egypt. I do not care about the homes destroyed by the occupation. Money can be compensated, but the soul can be compensated. I don't want to see my aunt again. I want her to be with us again. This is really what I want. I want to send her money so that she can support herself in the northern Gaza Strip. The prices are crazy, folks, especially the food prices.
My priority is to help this kind old woman, when the Rafah crossing is opened, to leave the Gaza Strip safely for Egypt. I do not care about the homes destroyed by the occupation. Money can be compensated, but the soul can be compensated. I don't want to see my aunt again. I want her to be with us again. This is really what I want. I want to send her money so that she can support herself in the northern Gaza Strip. The prices are crazy, folks, especially the food prices.
this is my friend Ali Al-Tababi, and my name is Ghazi Sheto, but he was closer to me than many people in my family. I met Ali at university, and we had a goal: to graduate and work together. We will stay up all night to make this dream come true. He was always at my house, playing, studying, sleeping together and going to university together. We were conjoined twins. Quote. Him and all his family members. You can see the massacre of the Tabatabai family. May God have mercy on them all. I want to fulfill my dream and my friend’s dream and bring my aunt to Egypt and build my house again if possible.
He asked for 30 thousand as compensation, less than a little for what we lost in the war. Frankly, our homes cost half a million dollars, but I asked for 30 thousand so that I could bring my aunt and protect her soul from being killed and so that she could do that. Come to Egypt safely and give her food and drink while she is stuck in northern Gaza, but unfortunately I have only collected $500 so far.
These donations will go to my aunt, the old woman stranded in the northern Gaza Strip, to give her the opportunity to travel, protect her life from being killed, and secure her daily sustenance of food and nutrition. I ask everyone who can help, do not hesitate, because we really need help. Thank you all, and I hope you don't suffer as I do. We suffered, especially my weak aunt.
You may have experienced one of these diseases, and chances are you might not be familiar with some of them. A single illness can turn your life upside down—can you imagine enduring them all? This is the reality for my brother, Jihad.
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Hello everyone,
My name is Hanan. I am a divorced woman from war-torn Gaza, and I care for my chronically ill brother, Jihad, along with his family—his wife, Ola, and their son, Yousef.
Jihad's story is one of deep sadness and grief. He suffers from multiple illnesses, including hypertension, diabetes, celiac disease, kidney failure, and osteoporosis. Due to complications, he has lost his eyesight and both legs have been broken.
The ongoing conflict has only intensified the suffering for Jihad and his family. Their home was destroyed, forcing them to flee in search of safety, and they now live in a tent. Jihad requires specialized treatment and nutrition that are not available in Gaza.
Despite all these challenges, Jihad has not lost his bravery or hope. If you find it in your heart to support Jihad during these difficult times, please consider donating to our GoFundMe campaign and sharing our story so the world can see. ❤️🙏
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Crammed together like heaps of flesh in tents that feel like scorching ovens, our days have regressed to a more degraded version of those of the earliest humans. From morning till night, we search for the same things Abel and Cain sought to survive: water, food, and fire. We endure long hours in queues to get a meager amount of water, and the food consists of old, low-quality canned goods. We sleep and wake to the sounds of savage airplanes, unsure of where they will strike next or who among us will be turned into scattered remains. Here in Gaza, we are living the worst existence humanity has known since its very beginning, You are our only hope for escaping Gaza and its oppression. Please help my siblings and me find a safe place to live💔🇵🇸
Happy birthday to this guy !!! Woohoo !!!!!
Hello everyone
Help me and my family get more out of life
My name is Mahmoud Morshed, born on June 26, 1996, when the light of the world shone in Gaza, Palestine. I studied in elementary, middle, and high schools dreaming of becoming a prominent legal consultant, a dream that came true as I pursued law at university and completed a Master's in Criminal Law. Currently, I am a doctoral researcher in the same field.
I dreamt of having my own office where I could help people with their problems and secure their rights. However, war had other plans.
Then came October 7th, a day that brought us closer to death than ever before, marking us all among the dead. I used to feel safe in my home, going to work every day, until the war consumed our bodies, destroyed our lives, and left us as living dead. The Israeli occupation completely destroyed my office and my home within the first three days of the war. We received a call from the army demanding we evacuate within 60 seconds, leaving behind all our belongings, personal documents, and everything essential for life. Our home was utterly destroyed.
We fled to an area the army claimed was safe. During our escape in a large vehicle with many others, a nearby car was targeted, narrowly sparing us from certain death. We ended up living in southern Gaza (Nuseirat), on barren land devoid of life's necessities—no food, water, trees, or shelter.
At that time, we managed to set up a plastic tent to shelter from the freezing winter cold and rain showers. On November 16, 2023, I was injured in the left side of my back by a cluster of burning shrapnel from a phosphorous rocket that fell on the piece of land where I was living. The army ordered us to evacuate to another area again, so we moved to Zawaida, where the occupation bombed the neighboring house next to the tent we had pitched, saving us for the second time.
We then moved to Rafah, where we lived with over 300 families on a piece of land no larger than 500 square meters. There was no clean water, no healthy food, and none of life's essentials
Today, I am in Khan Younis after the occupation fully entered and took over Rafah. I am living on the beach in a plastic tent, using seawater for bathing, washing, and drinking. We lack even the most basic food, not even flour to make bread. I have lost over 37 kilograms, and my health is deteriorating.
My dream and hope are that you can help me escape even slightly from this inevitable death, just a hair's breadth away. Please read my story and truly imagine with me—I mean really imagine—that I cannot even provide my mother with a piece of dry bread.
I humbly seek your support.
Thank you all.
I'm Abdelrahman, 22 years old. My journey has been marked by loss and resilience. When I was 18, my father passed away from COVID-19. Determined to build my own future, I pursued an education in multimedia technology, balancing my studies with work to cover my expenses. I was preparing to establish my home and life.
My mother: the princess whom we strive to make happy and satisfy. ❤️️
However, the war in Gaza, especially in the north, brought devastating tragedy. My home, university, job, and family were all destroyed in the conflict. While my family moved to the south, I was in the north, facing famine and moving from place to place, trying to survive.
Our street used to be lively and full of people, but it is no longer like that.
I have witnessed countless difficult and painful scenes while escaping death multiple times. In northern Gaza, life is reduced to a cycle of fleeing from danger and searching for food amidst the rubble of destroyed homes.
I have survived many times,I was hit by a missile in previously destroyed house
My dream is to travel abroad with my mother and sister to continue my education and develop my practical skills. For the past eight months, I have been unemployed, focusing on self-improvement and hoping for a better future.
Hi everyone!
Thank you so much for helping to circulate the last post I made. Several of those fundraisers received donations since then, which is amazing!
A few more blogs reached out to me, and I wanted to share their links; if you have the means, please consider checking out these fundraisers and donating!
Some of these are close to meeting their goals!
Amounts raised current as of August 31, 2024.
@zinaanqar @yaminfamily || https://gofund.me/35c30c67 55,108 / 59,000 EUR
@yasermohammad || https://gofund.me/e7c7528a 19,370 / 35,000 EUR
@children-gaza || https://gofund.me/6b57458c 7,224 / 15,000 EUR
@hsalem-2 || https://gofund.me/7abadb80 2,723 / 5,000 EUR
@majedgaza1 || https://gofund.me/2b8a25aa 1,833 / 70,000 USD
@mahmoud91hilles || https://gofund.me/cef28015 187 / 50,000 EUR
@asmaamajed2 || https://gofund.me/51ab1341 5,022 / 50,000 USD
@abdalkareemfathi || https://gofund.me/1cf408ed 5 / 43,000 EUR
@savepalestineinfamily19 || https://gofund.me/68c086c2 5,702 / 50,000 EUR
@anasalshrafa || https://gofund.me/f6e9cad8 852 / 50,000 EUR
@ali-jendia-family || https://gofund.me/512d241c 553 / 550,000 SEK
@drfarhatblog || https://gofund.me/e9f9ce20 5,9017 / 29,500 USD
@save-ahmed-family1 || https://gofund.me/d32acc37 1,323 / 20,000 EUR
@a-ss-123 || https://gofund.me/d32acc37 1,323 / 20,000 EUR
@ahmednser || https://gofund.me/2624cdcc 45 / 100,000 EUR
@majedgaza1 || https://gofund.me/f489e577 1,833 / 70,000 USD
Urgent help 🙏 📣
I stand on the rubble of our home, but my heart is filled with hope. I need your help to leave Gaza and complete my education to build my future. Every donation, no matter how small, will help me achieve my dream. Join us on a journey of rebuilding
GoFundMe link: https://gofund.me/463cbf01
Thank you for your support. Every bit of your kindness means so much to me 💔
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Before the war, my husband, my mother, and I decided to go to Egypt for a vacation and to undergo in vitro fertilization. But soon, the war broke out, and we found ourselves stranded there without residency or income. We lived in a shelter for cancer patients, where we found some support from a community sharing our struggles. However, my husband’s father needed expensive monthly treatments. We began collecting donations from friends and acquaintances, trying to adapt to our new reality. Despite the challenges, we held on to hope that the war would end soon so we could return home and pursue our dream of starting a family.