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ماشاء الله تبارك الرحمن

‼️There are no “houses” left in Gaza - only loss, hunger and will to live

Homes are gone. Entire neighborhoods erased from the map. Families torn apart, and memories buried beneath shattered walls.

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Help Hassan and his fiancée Saja evacuate and build their lives

My name is Hassan Shamiya, a 28-year-old lawyer from Gaza. I am married to Saja Abdu, a 22-year-old accounting student currently in her thir

There's no food on the table. No clean water. No safe place to sleep. The basics of life - things the world takes for granted - are dreams for Gaza now.

People aren't living here.

They re surviving. Barely.

With empty stomachs, sleepless nights, and hearts full of fear

believe that you want us to live our life normally but it's not in our hands

We depend on you, on your generosity that you are never gonna leave us alone

We are waiting for your support and donations here

🌿 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

اللهم صل وسلم وبارك على نبينا وحبيبنا وشفيعنا وقائدنا وقدوتنا وإمامنا ورسولنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه أجمعين

يااارب 💔

حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل

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Hello, I can't bear all that hardship every day in the midst of bombardment, fear and destruction in order to feed my children. There is no house. There is no food. There is no water. Water is polluted. I ask you to help me. Please help us. Gaza Gaza Gaza 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🚨🚨

More than 100,000 protesters rally for Gaza in Bangladesh

A morning of terror, a morning of death, a morning of betrayal.

Everything around us is burning — the tents are gone, the people were killed, burned alive inside them.

The bombing hasn’t stopped, the missiles never sleep, and safety has completely disappeared.

The only hospital in northern Gaza was bombed, with patients, doctors, and people seeking shelter still inside.

This is Gaza, living in the midst of a cruel world.

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Donate to Help Gaza Families Secure Essential Needs, organized by Ahmad W

Dear Esteemed Donors, My name is Ahmad , and I am a 14-year-old resident of Khan Yo… Ahmad W needs your support for Help Gaza Families Secu

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🌿 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

حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل 🇵🇸

حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل