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A cry for help from a family besieged in Gaza 🚨🚨

Meet the lobna Al-Sir family

It is a family from Gaza consisting of the husband Ahmed, the wife Lubna, and their children Mohammed, Hassan, and Yazan.

Overnight, rockets and artillery shells rained down on our residential area without any prior warning, forcing us to leave our homes with nothing but our exhausted souls..

This is how the first displacement began until we reached the fifth displacement, and in between them there are indescribable stories of suffering and pain.

At the moment we live in a dilapidated tent that is at risk at the first rain, and the environment we live in is unsanitary and prone to diseases.

Our children are lost, they are deprived of education and entertainment, and they have the right to live their childhood like the children of the world

Let me tell you what my children are living in the tents. My son Mohammed is 11 years old. He is supposed to be in school receiving his lessons, but in this war, because of the viruses, insects and dust, his feet were injured.

Then he got infected with hepatitis, but there are no medications, no nutrition, and no care in the hospitals.

My child, Yazan, who gets this allergy every now and then.

In all his body, it is difficult to provide him with milk and diapers.

My child had a difficult surgery and needs another one when we raise the money for it.

My middle child, Hassan, who is 8 years old, stands in line in the middle of the crowd to get food. In addition to the high prices and the shortage of cleaning materials

The high price of flour, which is considered a basic necessity, and other problems we face.

We ask you to turn this family's story from despair to light.

Support, share. Please do not hesitate

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Meet the lobna Al-Sir family

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Chuffed

Save my children from hunger and cold

Meet the lobna Al-Sir family

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

during the smoke sesh our brooding silent friend said "forgive me master" before reducing the entire bowl to ashes in one hit and he didnt even cough

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