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.
"واسأل الله أن يستر عليك، ويُهذِّب قلبك، ويؤدّب طَبعَك، ويُحَسّن خُلُقك، ويضبط سلوكك، وأن يجعل الصَّقلَ في خفاءٍ عن أعيُن النَّاس؛ بينكَ ورَبَّك، واسأله أن يُشغلك بغاياتٍ تليقُ بدربه، وأن يُعطيكَ مَهامًا ثِقال، ويرزقك حكمة القول، وفَنّ الصّمت، وبلاغة الرَّدّ، وجَلال الحُضور، وجمال الغياب."
حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل 🇵🇸
Gaza is being annihilated, so what is the world waiting for?
Frankly and briefly, the situation in Gaza cannot be written about in a mere post or expressed in a mere picture or video clip. The situation in Gaza is more like an end-of-the-world movie, but this movie is titled
The End of Gaza!!
There are many, many people who no longer care about the Palestinian issue and the Gaza war, as if it has become from another world or as if we are not human beings like you.
The Israeli occupation shells the vicinity of the European Hospital in Khan Younis with more than 10 missiles, causing widespread destruction and dozens of people missing under the rubble.
At dawn today, the Nasser Medical Complex was targeted and a number of martyrs were killed.
The aggression continues against civilian and medical facilities, amidst a suspicious international silence towards crimes committed against innocent civilians.
Isn't nearly two years of this humiliation and persecution enough for us? We are human beings, we are tired and we do not have the energy to bear any more. Please help us and save the lives of innocent people and children 💔
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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يارب يارب يارب... 🤲💔🥲
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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🌿 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. 💚