يودع إبن عمه الذي قتله الاحتلال الاسرائيلي أمامه!

🌿 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

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

قيادة جيش الكيان تدفع مبالغ نقدية عالية لجنود احتياطها مقابل الموافقة على القتال في غزة !!!!

الامتيازات المقدمة حتى الآن لم تفلح في ترميم العقيدة القتالية المنهارة للجنود،

والذين آثرت كثرتهم الكاثرة الفرار من التجنيد،

والسفر خارج البلاد،

بعد ما رأوه من بأس أولياء الله في الميدان!!

ورئيس أركان العدو يضع المشكلة على طاولة مناقشة الكابينت المصغر!!

هذه صورة يقابلها صورة فريدة لطليعة الطائفة المنصورة من أولياء الله المحمديين الذين يقاتلون "حفاةً جوعى عطشى بأجساد هزيلة" ولا يصدّهم عن الفداء غير الاصطفاء.

قليل صبر،

وعظيم إقدام وفداء،

سيبلغ أصدق الفريقين غايته،

ووالله لن ينجز إلا وعد الله.

د ابو محمود نائل

ياوجع القلب الي الله المشتكى

فمن أَلِفَ المشهدَ فقد خان

‏ومن اعتادَ المنظرَ فقد خذلَ

ستنتهي هذه الحرب المسعورة،

وستتوقف الإبادة

‏ليس بتهديدات نتنياهو ولا بتصريحات ترامب

‏ولكن بوعد الله وقدره

‏"لِيَقْضِيَ اللَّهُ أَمْرًا كَانَ مَفْعُولاً"

لن نُسلِم أمرنا إلا لله

وطوبى لمن سطّر اسمه في معركة الوجود

ونال شرف الصمود وكرامة الخلود

اللهُمَّ سَخّر لأَهلِ غَزّة مَلائِكةُ السَماء وجُنود الأرض،

اللهُمَّ انصرهم بِنصرك واعزّهم بِعزك🤲💔

اللهُمَّ نجّهم واشدد وطأتك على الصّهاينة المعتدين ومَن والاهم ..💔💔💔💔🤲🤲🤍🇵🇸

صباحُ الخيرِ للبطن الجائعة،

للعين الدامعة،

للأم الثكلى والأب الفاقد..

صباح الخير للمعذبين والمشردين،

صباح الخير لنا بأشـلائنا المُقطعة،

ودمـائـنا النـازفة..

هذا واعلموا يا أهـل غزة أن الله مع الصابرين فاصبروا،

وأنه مع المُحتسبين فاحتسبوا..

وأنه لا يُضيع أجر المُحسنين فاحسنو.

🌿 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. 💚

gofundme.com

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

Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

فقد ساقيه لكن لم يفقد ابتسامته وحلمه..

"الغلبان" فتى الجمباز الغزي يتمنى الحصول على أطراف صناعية

🆂🆃🅰🆁🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽 ⚰

From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻

Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.

All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!

Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down

If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can

Your kindness truly keeps us going

>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at Momen & his family

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Donate to Help my family rise from the ashes, organized by Tahir Awad

Hello Everyone, I am Nour Al Madhoun, 30 years old, a computer engineer from gaza, my h… Tahir Awad needs your support for Help my family r

Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people