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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دعاء المسلمين لإخوانهم المستضعفين: تحقيقٌ للأُخوَّة الإسلاميَّة، وتصديقٌ للأُلفة الإيمانيَّة؛ باستحضار مصابهم، واستمداد نصرهم، ومن جوامعه الواردة عن النَّبيِّ ﷺ قوله: "اللَّهمَّ أنْجِ المستضعفين من المؤمنين"، فاجعلوها في دعائكم لهم، وتحرَّوا مظانَّ إجابته.
ليتَ بإمكاني أن أبعثَ السَّكينة والطّمأنينةَ إلى قلبِ كلّ مسلم مستضعف خائفٍ، ليتني أستطيعُ تقديمَ المُساعدة الحقّة، والّله إنّ قَلبي ينفطر ألمًا لما أصابهم، لكن حَسبُنا أنّ اللّه أرحمَ بهم منّا، هو وحدَه القادرُ على أن يَبعثَ عليهم رحمتَه ويأمّن فَزعهم، هو وحدَه القادرُ على مسّ الإنسانِ بالضّرّ وهو وحدَه القادرُ على كشفِ الضّرّ، ربّنا ربّنا آمنّا بك، فاغفر لنا وارحم ضَعفنا.
"مَا كان مَع زكريّا من الأسبابِ إلا شيبةُ رأسِه، وامرأةٌ عاقر، ورغم ذلك كانت النتيجة: إنَّا نُبشرُك! المَسألةُ كلُّها قلبٌ مُوقِنٌ."
🌿 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. 💚
My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭
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I want to thank every person with a humane heart who helped me and my children. I hope you continue to donate to my family.
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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