We have returned to Gaza, but on the rubble of houses, without shelter, facing cold and hunger. πππππ
The cost of building a new house is 50 thousand dollarsΨ$$. I have no money. I have no one. My family members are all dead. I lost my husband. I don't even have a tent. It also costs 400$$$$ dollars.
We have returned to Gaza,π₯Ίπ₯Ίπππππ we are facing the risk of death from hunger and coldπ§οΈππ¬οΈπͺοΈ. We are living on the rubble of our house. I lost my husband during the war and my house was completely destroyedπ‘π§¨π§¨
. Now I live in the street without a home to shelter me and my child, without food, without my husband. Imagine. My friend, you are living in such a catastrophic situation. Please help me and my orphan child. Please save our lives. πππππ
Help me build my house, help my orphan child to come back to life, please save our lives πππ
save me being delusionalβ¦β¦.. save me romanticizing the most mundane things in my life just to get byβ¦β¦β¦.
"Please, do not ignore my story. Your donation and sharing this message is a part of your humanity and support for us. Every help, no matter how small, makes a huge difference in my life and my children's lives. Be our voice, be the hope for those who have lost everything." π΅πΈπππΌ
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. π΅πΈβ³π
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. ποΈπ¨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gazaβs scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. ππ₯
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone byβ¦ about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heartβa hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. ππ‘β¨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeatπ΅πΈππΏ
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" π
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A Call for Help Amidst the Devastation in Gaza
My name is Hanan Al-Salout, a Palestinian mother and children's counselor. I write to you today with a heart heavy with indescribable pain and sorrow, due to the loss and destruction my family has faced as a result of the war in Gaza. ππ’
The relentless violence has taken everything from us our home, our livelihoods, and even the sense of safety we once had. I lost my job, and my husband He lost his job too is fighting with all his strength to keep our family standing amid unbearable suffering. ππ
But the most painful part is watching my little child, Yaseen, who is not even two years old, live in constant fear. Every day, he wakes up to the horrors of war, sheltered by a torn tent that no longer protects us from the cold, wind, or rain. Winter storms have destroyed the last bit of shelter we had, leaving us exposed to the harsh elements. We have sold everything we owned, and now all we have left are our prayers and hope that your compassionate hearts will hear our plea. ππ
This war has turned into an extermination of innocent families, children, and dreams. We live each day in fear of becoming another number in the growing list of casualties. π’
We plead with you to look upon us with mercy. Your support could be the difference between life and death for my family. ππ€
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I donβt usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home π‘. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasnβt always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I lovedβsome of them are gone forever. π
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BISAN IS AFRAID THIS MAY BE HER LAST VIDEO. THE OCCUPATION IS PLANNING TO INVADE NASSER HOSPITAL IN KHAN YUNIS, THE LAST FUNCTIONING HOSPITAL IN THE GAZA STRIP.
SHE WANTS PEOPLE TO SHARE THIS. PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG.
The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot β to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?
I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care β but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.
How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?
If you're reading this, you have power β power to share, power to donate, power to care.
Help me get my son out. Help save him before itβs too late. Gazaβs children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please donβt look away
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