He managed to save what remained of his family, but the pain, debt, and distance still haunt him. His only wish now is to reunite with his sister and children, the last pieces of his shattered world.
So far, $7,452 has been raised thanks to 490 generous donors. Your support can help them get reunited.
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🌍✨A Voice from
Gaza: Fighting for Lape💔
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#منقول
It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city ⚚
Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.
It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family, but in these circumstances, your support alone has been and remains a lifeline for us. We still need you. The famine has intensified, and we're struggling to get even an empty loaf of bread. The displacement conditions have become more difficult than ever because we've returned to square one after the truce was violated. I hope you will not leave us alone, spread our voices to the world, please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you
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Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
مِنْ أَسْبَابِ الْغصَّة ،
أَنْ يكُونَ شُّعُورك أَكْبَرُ مِنْ حَصِيلتُك اللّغَوِيَّة أَوْ الْكَلِمَاتِ الَّتِي تَعْرِفُهَا..!💔🥀
#غزة_تحت_القصف
#غزة_تُباد
🌿 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. 💚
Please, I Beg You To Read This. The latest report shows that over 65,000 children in Gaza are facing death due to starvation. This is not just a number—it is real, it is now. My little boy Qais is one of them. He was already injured in the war, and now he is slowly starving. I am terrified every day that I might wake up and find him gone. We desperately need your help and donations to save his life before it's too late.
Life in Gaza has become unbearable for mothers like me:
1. There is no food—even basic bread is rare, and we go to sleep hungry.
2. There is no clean water—I boil dirty water and pray it doesn’t make Qais sicker.
3. There is no medicine—not even for babies, not even for war wounds.
I am on my knees asking you to help. Please don’t turn away. I will do anything—I would clean your shoes, kiss your feet, just to get help for my child. Your donation could be the only reason Qais survives this. Even a few dollars can mean food, medicine, or hope. Please, help us before it’s too late.
No mother should have to watch her baby starve. Please, help us.
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If you would like to feed Qais's weak and fragile body, DONATE HERE.
Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭
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