I am Hanaa, a resident of Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I am 38 years old. I live with my eight children and my husband in the Gaza Strip. Before the war on Gaza began, I was living a happy life with my children and my husband. We had a monthly income that was sufficient to meet our needs and fulfill our requests. When the war on Gaza began on 10/7/2023, we lived as homeless people after our entire house was bombed at the beginning of the war. We were displaced to countless areas since the first day of the war. After more than 200 days of the war, one of my sons was martyred and two others were injured while trying to find us food to satisfy our hunger. I became fully responsible for him after my eldest son was martyred and the other two were seriously injured. My children, my husband and I live in displacement camps. We have no other shelter. For the sake of God, help me feed my children and build a home for us. Donate to me, even if it is a little, because I need your help.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/hanaa-family
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💔 Being Palestinian Today...
Imagine waking up not to an alarm clock, but to the deafening roar of warplanes above your home. No breakfast waiting. No running water. No electricity. Just the sound of fear… and the weight of survival.
Children wake up screaming, parents hold their breath, hoping this day won't be their last. No one should live like this. No one should have to choose between hunger and safety, between silence and losing their home.
This isn't just a humanitarian crisis — it's the daily reality of us people whose only "crime" is existing on land they call home.
Our suffering is not a number. It’s names, families, stories, and dreams lost too soon.
🕊️ Raise awareness. Speak up. Humanity shouldn't be selective.
A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙
My name is Naser. War took everything from me—
my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew.
In a single moment, my world was shattered,
leaving behind only memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments,
I refuse to give up. ✊
Because I still have something worth fighting for—
my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor 🩺—to heal others so they don’t have to suffer like we did.
🔹 Another wants to be an engineer 🏗️—to rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He just wants to be a kid again 🧸—
to wake up in a safe home 🏠,
to laugh, to play, to feel peace.
🏡 We need a home. We need education. We need hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—
we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again.
We are fighting for a future where my brothers
can become the doctor, the engineer,
and the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance.
A chance to rebuild.
A chance to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support—whether through a donation or simply sharing our story—can make all the difference.
Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. ✨
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—
hope does.
Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
In the heart of Gaza, where hope fades and destruction grows, nothing feels like life anymore. People die in silence—under the rubble, from hunger, from the cold, from fear. Children are pulled lifeless from beneath the ruins, and mothers scream with no one to hear. Every day we lose our loved ones, and a part of us dies with them.
We desperately need every hand that can reach us. If you’re able to help, please donate through (GoFundMe) or directly via (PayPal).
Your donation could mean everything to a family like mine. Don’t wait
Baby Ayla was born into starvation, and has struggled with malnutrition all her life. Since birth, she has faced an IOF-imposed blockade on food and the IOF’s deliberate destruction of potable water sources in Gaza. Now it is taking really its toll on her, and she has severe diarrhea.
Ayla is rapidly losing the few fluids she has in her body, and the IOF assault has made food, water, and medicine extremely scarce. For a toddler, this is absolutely life-threatening. If she cannot replenish the bodily fluids she is losing, her fragile kidneys will go into failure!!
Her widowed mother URGENTLY needs funds for medicine and saline solution. This will help replenish the fluids and vitamins that her tiny body needs to survive.
Every moment that Ayla remains sick, she gets closer and closer to kidney failure. She urgently needs your support to survive!!
Current: $49,333 USD
New temp goal: $50,133 USD
🚨Need to raise: $800 USD
Since March 2, 2025, no aid has entered.
The occupation has sealed the crossings and blocked everything. I tried to store food, fearing the worst— but now, everything is gone. No flour. No vegetables. No fruit. No meat. Nothing left.
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
My wish and dream is to have a loaf of bread and a drink of water for me and my family to live on.
What is your dream here on Tumblr? Donate here.
I have nothing to give. all I can do is reblog. I want to help. And this is the only way I can.
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