A Plea to Save My Family from the Horrors of War
Hello, my name is Ghada, I am 32 years old,
and I once lived a life full of hope and ambition.
As the bombing intensified and the violence escalated, we were forced to flee our beautiful home, which was completely destroyed, to the city of Rafah in southern Gaza. We lived in a small tent barely a few meters wide, but even that was not enough. We were forced to flee again to central Gaza, where we now live in a school for displaced people, moving from one place to another without knowing when this tragic journey will end 💔🏚️.
I also have two married brothers, Mohamed and Ahed, who live with us in the same displacement location with their children (Lama, Nabil, and Amir) and (Fatima, Eman, and Noor). The children, having lost their toys and games, have found some joy playing with the pets 🐾, trying to find happiness in the darkest of times.
But the bitter reality is that we are living in an uninhabitable environment. Diseases and insects are widespread, and sewage water floods the area around us. The children, who should be focused on learning and playing, now suffer from malnutrition and disease. Recently, the spread of the polio virus among them has only added to their pain and suffering 🦠😔.
All we hope for now is to find safety, to not die before we can escape or move to a safer place. But even that simple right seems impossible. We need your help to raise the money needed to cross the Rafah border between Gaza and Egypt, where the coordination cost for one person ranges between $5,000 and $7,000.
We are trying to hold on to hope 🌟, trying our best to find safety for ourselves and our children. With your support, we might just achieve that. Every share of this story, every donation, every bit of help can make a huge difference.
Please, help us raise our voices, and help us save our family 🙏💙.
GoFundMe campaign link 💔❤️ >>>
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Hello, guys!
I don’t usually post things of this nature, so I’m sorry if I’m doing it incorrectly. I’d like to inform everyone that there’s a young man in Gaza by the name of Beesho AlGhazzawi.
He and his family, among many others, are trapped in the northern part of Gaza without basic necessities for survival, and are desperately trying to flee the war zone as quick as possible.
Here’s the gofundme link! You don’t have to donate anything if you don’t have the possibility to. But I think sharing is the least we can do.
Is this Biblically accurate yet
My name is Hanin from Gaza, a mother of two children, Mohammed, four years old, and Abdul Rahman, one and a half years old.
We have been suffering from the war for more than 560 days.
My children are suffering from hunger because of the closure of the crossings.
We have been displaced dozens of times.
We fled from the missiles and bombs that were above us. I lost many of my relatives under the rubble due to missiles and the bombing of houses.
I now live in a tent that does not protect us from the cold or the heat. My children sleep on the sand. We have no source of livelihood.
We lost our jobs, our homes, and our lives were destroyed. Please help my family.
Do not leave us to die in Gaza.
Hanin Mohammed
Hello everyone💐
I am Mahmoud Al Sharif, married and have 3 children. My wife gave birth to a newborn baby on August ,12 ,2024.
We are from the Gaza Strip, which suffers from wars. I lived through 5 of these wars, and I lost my eyes and fingers hand , and my other eye was damaged. These were the previous wars until this 2023 war came and destroyed everything from my home and my workplace.
Please, can you see my story and judge if it is important or not🙏. My family faces unimaginable challenges living in Gaza. We are seeking your support to help us find a safe and hopeful future outside this conflict zon💔
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Hello everyone - we must never forget about Gaza. Don't forget about the children currently starving, currently being burned alive, currently being bombed. Don't forget that just under half of the children in Gaza expressed a desire to die. Don't forget the threat of death is constantly hanging over their heads - it is a privledge to know you will be alive tomorrow, a privledge many take for granted. It is a privledge to have a safe area, where you know you are protected and won't be killed. It is a privledge to grow up healthy, and in a stable environment. It is a privledge to be operated on with anesthetic, or have health care at all. These are all privledges people in Gaza don't enjoy. They are experiencing a genocide, and we must never forget that - don't continue to ignore Gaza, the city where not a single building isn't destroyed.
Here on tumblr, people from Gaza are asking for donations. They pour their hearts out for us, share their stories and are hopeful we will help them despite everything. Imagine the disappointment when they don't receive any donations? Imagine living in a litteral hell, and the privledged people that can donate aren't bothered to help you? If you can donate - I implore you. Help them out, they are human beings, not robots or numbers. The children of Gaza should get to grow up, don't leave them. Don't ignore them. Helping people has never been easier.
Just put a small contribution into this fundraiser - no donation is too small. Any amount has a significant impact.
Please support @pgetpg, send thoughts and prayers their way, they need it.
The most saddening and difficult thing to see is that everyone is watching as if nothing happened, as if it is a movie and people believe it is a movie. I specifically mention the Arab countries. We do not want anything from you except to open the crossings and provide food and drink. We complain to God.
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🍉 A Final Cry for Help from a Broken Heart 🍉
Hello my friend, I don't know how to begin this message, as my heart is shattered into pieces. I hope that this message reaches you in good health, far from the pain that fills my life right now.
I’m here, in a strange hospital room, surrounded only by the silence of death. I watch my little child lying on a bed, his innocent body motionless. Only the life-support machine keeps him alive. He can’t breathe on his own, can’t move, and all I feel is the deep sorrow that seeps into my soul with every passing moment.
The doctor spoke to me in a soft, almost hesitant voice, as if asking me to endure more than I can bear: “Either pay for the surgery now, or we’ll have to disconnect the machine.” Do you understand what that means? It means that I will watch my child—the one who was once the light of my life—die right before my eyes. Every moment that passes, I wait for a slow death, my hands tied, unable to save him. His tiny heart, once full of hope, will stop forever in an instant, and I can't do a thing.
Please, don’t leave me to face this nightmare alone. Please, save my child. I have nothing but this cry, these tears that fill my eyes. Any help, even a word, could be the difference between life and death for him.
My heart can no longer bear the pain. I feel as though my soul is leaving my body with every second, watching him suffer while I am powerless to stop it. Please, save my child before this little heart is extinguished forever.
Help me, I beg you, don’t leave me in this darkness.
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Save it for a science experiment bro, HOARD THAT SHIT
found my ex’s t shirts in my clothes while I was sorting stuff…. Wanna punch something bc I miss him 👍
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🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
“𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.”
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