Because her recent emergency operation had to be paid on credit, and is not yet paid, Maha now needs to pay the full cost of the hysterectomy up-front before the procedure will be done!!! She urgently URGENTLY requires $2000 USD in order to survive!!!
PROGRESS: €0/€1922
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Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.
We’ve reached 16% of our goal (€3,224/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.
This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.
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Hello 👋, please understand my situation
My name is Moamen, father of three children
I find myself in this difficult situation, and I humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my infant, 1 year old.
Your help to buy the necessities that we may be able to afford during the time of no income.
Your help to get us out of Gaza to Egypt and building a new life outside Gaza.
Asking for help is not easy, but we had no choice because we want to survive and strive to rebuild our shattered lives.
We are very grateful for any help you can offer, no matter how small, as your help will go a long way in alleviating our suffering.
I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.
Thanks for your kind support
please donate!!!!
hey guys if you ever see this guy being a racist zionist in your notes instead of wasting your time arguing with them you can just block + report them (cause they keep harassing palestinians on their own posts) and donate to these palestinian fundraisers:
Siraj Abudayeh @siraj2024 - vetted by nabulsi - $6,604 CAD / $82,000
Wafaa Alnhal @wafs-posts - vetted by nabulsi - €33,823 / €50,000
Alaa Amsee @alaakh9 - vetted by ibtisams - €3,230 / €20,000
Bilal Salah @bilal-salah0 - #132 on this masterlist - €56,629 / €70,000
Shahed Muhammad @shahednhall - vetted by nabulsi - $13,861 USD / $50,000 [TIME SENSITIVE: SHE NEEDS TO REACH $30K BY NEXT WEEK]
Dina and her children @dina179 - vetted by ibtisams - $3,811 CAD / $20,000
Karam Rafiq al-Nabih @karamrafeek - vetted by nabulsi - €10,422 / €20,000
Mahmoud Abu Hamam @ma7moudgaza2 - vetted by sar-soor - $1,510 USD / $25,000
And while you're here, please consider supporting @hanangaza124 ( @hanangaza8 and @hanangaza1) and her family. She is verified as #140 on gaza-vetters' list. (more info on gazavetters here)
Hanan has been desperately trying to fundraise for months. She has three young children and they are all in need of basic supplies such as food, water, and tents.
Hanan also required a CT scan due to medical complications.
Under Gaza's Sky
On a dark night, where the sounds of bombardment 🌑💥 intertwined with the cries of children 😢👶, Ahmed sat in the corner of his small, crumbling room 🏚️, holding his four children close 🤲 as if shielding them from the horrors of the world.
The electricity was cut off ⚡❌, and the only light came from a small candle 🕯️ slowly melting away, mirroring their lives being drained day by day.
Ahmed looked at his children and saw in their eyes a fear no child should bear 😨🧒, and a hunger that devoured their innocence 🍞💔. He tried to hide his tears 😢 as they streamed down his face, but he couldn’t. How could he not cry when he was powerless to provide their daily bread? How could he not feel helpless when he couldn't protect them from the roaring planes overhead ✈️🔊, circling as if waiting to strike?
g, "How can I save my children from this hell? Where will I find a shelter to protect them? Who will help us as we battle both hunger and fear?"
At that moment, his little daughter approached him 👧, tugged at his sleeve, and said in her soft voice:
“Daddy, when will the war end? I want to play with my siblings in the garden 🌷🏡.”
Her simple words pierced his heart like an arrow 🏹💔. He embraced her 🤗 and replied in a choked voice:
“Soon, my love, soon… We will live a beautiful life 🌟✨, and I will do whatever it takes to protect you.”
Deep inside, Ahmed resolved not to give up 💪❤️. He would seek help, appeal to the hearts still alive with compassion 🕊️💕, hoping that someone would hear the cry of a father whose only dream was to feed his children and provide them with a roof 🏠 to shield them from war and hunger.
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A Fanart of my favorite charactere create by the amazing animator Retrodile
"Alive but Forgotten"
We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.
My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.
What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.
Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.
Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.
I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.
We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.
If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.
Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.
"Alive but Forgotten"
We live today in a world of silence, a heavy silence that is slowly killing us. I see my younger siblings, their ages ranging from 3 to 7 years old, passing by with innocent eyes filled with questions I cannot answer. They hide behind me when they see a stranger, afraid of the unknown. My mother, who suffers from chronic illnesses, cannot even stand without help. She has not found anyone to extend a hand, and each time her condition worsens, I feel helpless.
My father, who was once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of a man, broken and unable to bear the burdens after losing everything. He worked his whole life to provide us with a decent life, but today, we have nothing but rubble and the camps we move between, with memories that grow darker each day.
What I ask for is not money, nor material help, but something simpler. I just want someone to feel our existence, to remember us with even a word, a small gesture that revives hope in us that we are still a part of this world. Our messages are met with silence, as if we no longer exist, as if we are no longer part of life.
Every day, we live in the shadow of devastation, inside a room in a school that has turned into a shelter, its walls insufficient to provide privacy and fresh air to breathe life into us. We now share this space with other families, each carrying their own pain and worries. As for the children, they do not know what it means to have a home, nor do they understand what loss is. Whenever they look at my mother, they run to her, asking her to tell them a story about the future, not realizing that all my mother has left to tell them is sorrow.
Friends, our pain is not in the loss of things, but in the loss of existence, in becoming unheard. Sometimes, I stop to wonder: Are we still alive? Are we still part of this world? Our messages are met with silence, and our dreams have faded along with the ruins of the homes that no longer exist.
I no longer ask for anything except for someone to feel our presence, to ask about us, to remember us, even with a word. If our words touch your hearts, all we need is for you to share with us, to show the world that we are still here.
We ask for nothing except for you to raise our voices, to bring hope back to us, and to be a part of our story that we are trying to write with our trembling hands and souls still holding on to a thread of hope.
If you help spread our story, you will be giving us hope to survive, hope for life amidst all this destruction. We’re not asking for more than to be remembered, to be reminded that we’re still here.
Thank you for your attention, and for being the hope that could bring us back to life.
Hello.. My name is Mahmoud Atta. I am 29 years old. I live in Gaza, Palestine.. I am looking for my life partner.😊 I used to work as an Arab teacher and I was looking for happiness, but suddenly my life turned around.💔 War was declared on Gaza without any advances. 🥺Tanks entered the neighborhood in which I live and the planes began bombing. 💔💔I found myself and my family trapped between shells. I miraculously escaped, only to find myself without shelter, without a bed, not even a place to go to the bathroom,💔 or even a meal. I couldn't find anything to eat I made myself a tent and lived in it out of nylon, 💔but it does not protect me from winter or from the sun. I am sorry that I am writing this, but this is the reality in which I live🥹💔. I ask you to stand with me so that I and my family can live. 💔💔Any donation will be good for me. Stand with and may God stand with you. Thank you for listening and donating😭😔
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