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My daughter Lama, with a heart as pure as a flower, carries pain greater than her years. She was injured in the war, and a metal plate was placed in her small hand. But the pain doesn't stop there... She needs care, medicine, food... and we have nothing. No medicine, no food, not even a loaf of bread.



We live under a siege that silently kills us. I beg you, from the depths of my heart... help her if you can, or share this plea so it reaches those with the ability and compassion.
Lama deserves life. Why are you ignoring me? Hasn't it come time for us to take action and stand together against this injustice?
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"I am Abdel-Majeed… writing to you from the heart of hunger and bombardment"
Peace be upon you, I never imagined I’d write a plea to the world like this… But today, I have no other choice.
My name is Abdel-Majeed. I’m a father to a baby girl who hasn’t even turned one 👶, and a husband to a patient, broken-hearted wife — she has nothing left but her tears and prayers.
We are now living under a sky raining fire 💥 and on a land with no food and no water 🚫💧. Hunger is eating us alive. The shelling never stops. Even the soup kitchens have closed 🚷 — And the only hope left is in the hearts of the kind and merciful ❤️.
I know the world is tired. I know everyone is struggling. But I am writing to you from deep pain — From the heart of a father with nothing left: No milk 🍼, no bread 🍞, not even a drop of hope.
A bag of flour here costs $600 💸. Can you imagine?
We don’t dream of meat 🥩 or fruit 🍎 — We just want a small piece of bread to silence my baby girl’s cries.
I cry in silence 😢 as I watch her tremble from hunger, while my wife tries to soothe her with the softest voice full of broken tenderness…
But love alone doesn’t feed. And it doesn’t protect us from the bombs 💔.


Please… Don’t scroll past. Even $5 could be the line between life and death.
I’m not asking for the impossible. I just want to keep my family alive. To give my daughter one more day…
Please share — don’t let this post fade. Let it reach every living heart.
Save a life today. Be the hope we no longer have. ✨
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We are a family of seven struggling to survive in northern Gaza, now living in makeshift tents after being forced from our home by the relentless war. Every day is a fight to stay alive. The constant hum of drones overhead, the sound of distant shelling, and the looming presence of tanks make even the simplest tasks—like searching for food or water—life-threatening.
Before the war, we lived with dignity, working hard to provide for our children and build a future. But the war has destroyed everything—our home, our community, and any opportunity to earn a living. Now, there are no jobs, no income, and no way to support our family apart from this campaign.
Food in the market is nearly impossible to afford, and clean water and medical supplies are extremely limited. We are relying entirely on the kindness of others to survive.
Please, if you are able, help us. Your support could mean the difference between hunger and a meal, between fear and a moment of safety. We are in desperate need and every contribution can truly save lives.





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"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."
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 — 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 — 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 — power to share, power to donate, power to care.
Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late. Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please don’t look away
Please Donate now:👇👇 👇
✅️My campaign is vetted by el-shab-hussein& Nabulsi's, my number verified on the list is ( #355)✅️ 👇
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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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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. 💚
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Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza
My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family. They were not just names. They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.
The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.



Among those killed were: 🕊️ My mother 🕊️ My sister 🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters 🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren
We were left with nothing but rubble and grief. Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.
💔 Why We’re Fundraising
This campaign is not just about survival. It’s about rebuilding a future — A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely, Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.
💬 The funds raised will help us:
🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed 🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings 🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss
🔒 How the Funds Are Managed
Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account. Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground. We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.
🌱 Why Your Support Matters
We are not asking for charity. We’re asking for a chance to stand again, To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.
Vetted By @gazavetters No:537
Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost — but to honor them by continuing.
💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world. 🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.
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A New Beginning – From Mosab in Gaza
My name is Mosab, and I’m writing this with honesty and humility.
I live in Gaza, where war has taken nearly everything from me — my home, my safety, and 25 members of my family, including my beloved mother, siblings, and their children. I’ve been displaced multiple times. Every day here is a struggle to survive.
In the face of this, I turned to the internet — not because I wanted to beg, but because I truly had no other way.
🧭 What Happened
A few months ago, a friend helped me create a GoFundMe campaign: 🔗 https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family
Unfortunately, I could not continue working with the person who set it up. As a result, it was closed — and I had to start over again, this time on Chuffed, where I could manage everything myself.
I am the same person behind both campaigns — same story, same face, same truth. I only changed platforms to regain control and transparency.
💔 Why I Created Multiple Campaigns
I didn’t just make one campaign. I also helped create campaigns for my loved ones:
My wife Nadin, who’s caring for our 11-month-old daughter in these terrible conditions
My brother Abedmajed, and his wife Saja
My nephew Naser lost his mother (my sister) and his sister in a missile strike that hit our family home. That same strike also killed:
My mother
My other sister
My older brother, his wife and their daughters - all gone
My uncle, his wife, their sons, and grandchildren — all erased as well
That home was the heart of our family. And in one moment, it was gone — along with so many people I loved.
Naser, still a teenager, now takes care of his three younger brothers alone. His life — like mine — was shattered in an instant.
We are all in Gaza. We are all real. And we are all trying to rise, together.
⚠️ My Mistake
At the beginning, I made a big mistake.
I was so desperate to get our stories seen that I created multiple Tumblr accounts to send messages and reach more people. I didn’t understand that this would upset users or lead to the campaigns being flagged as spam.
I see now how that felt for others. And I am deeply sorry.
I never meant to deceive or annoy anyone. I was simply trying to survive — and to help my family survive. But I know now that good intentions don’t excuse bad methods.
🔁 What I’m Doing Now
I’ve spoken directly with Chuffed.
I’ve closed all old campaigns.
I’m keeping this account — @mosabsdr — moving forward.
I will be creating new, respectful, honest campaigns for myself and my loved ones.
I will reach out to GazaVetters again to explain and hopefully clear any misunderstandings.
🌱 Moving Forward
From this point on, everything I share will come from the heart — no pressure, no spamming, no noise. Just our truth, told with honesty and dignity.
If you’ve followed me, donated, or shared anything in the past: thank you from the bottom of my heart.
If you were hurt or bothered by how I reached out before — I truly understand. I hope you can see that I’m learning, and trying to do better.
This war has destroyed so much — but we are still here, and we are still rising.
If you wish to stay with us on this journey, I welcome you with deep gratitude. If not, I still thank you for reading and giving me your time.
With sincerity and respect 📍 Gaza | @mosabsdr
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"This is my brother Mohammed… 17 years old, from Gaza.
He’s not just a number — he’s a human with a dream, and he wants to live with dignity." ✊
I’m his brother, and today I’m sharing this video where Mohammed talks about our pain, our life, and the dream he refuses to give up — even in the middle of war.
If his voice reaches your heart, please help him continue his journey. ❤️
Donation link to support Mohammed and our family:
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to everyone who stood with us, donated, or even shared our story.
You are the light in our darkest days. You are the hope. ⭐
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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.



War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
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Hello,
My name is Ahmed, and my wife Hadeel and I are from Gaza City. We are living a life full of suffering amid an ongoing war, having lost our home and source of livelihood. We are now living in a small tent, and my wife is six months pregnant. As winter sets in, our suffering intensifies due to the freezing cold and the devastation surrounding us.
We appeal to you to help us secure our basic needs and move to a safe place. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our lives.
You can donate via the link: [https://gofund.me/3768222a]
Or through the link provided in the description on my
personal profile.
You can visit my personal profile to follow our struggles in Gaza.
Thank you so much for your support and generosity. 🙏🏻
Ahmed and Hadeel
Please go donate if you can!!
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!! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed Please Help Save My Niece Asel’s Life 🍉💔
My name is Mohammed, and I am a math teacher from Gaza. My family and I have lost everything. We were forced to flee our home, and now we live in a tent, struggling to survive. But the pain that haunts me every day is not just our loss—it is the suffering of my precious niece, Asel. 😢
Asel is only a young child, but she has already endured horrors that no child should ever have to face. She lost her parents and siblings in an Israeli airstrike. 💥 The explosion took them from us in an instant, leaving Asel alone, broken, and traumatized. She is only a child, but she carries the weight of unbearable grief and fear every day. 💔😞
This fundraiser is vetted by butterflyeffect.project NUMBER 1013 on the spreadsheet here
Asel is like my daughter now. She holds onto me with the hope that I can protect her, that I can give her a future away from the bombs and violence that surround us. Every night, when she falls asleep in our makeshift shelter, I wonder if she will ever know the warmth and safety of a real home again. 🛏️🍉

The war in Gaza is destroying everything. It is tearing apart families, killing innocent children, and leaving countless others in despair. We are desperate to escape, to find safety in Egypt when the Rafah crossing opens again. But we cannot do it alone. We need your help. 🙏
We are reaching out for your support so that we can leave Gaza and start anew. Asel deserves to grow up in a place where she is safe, where she can heal from the trauma she has experienced, and where she can dream of a future filled with hope, not fear. 🌈 She deserves to go to school, to play, to smile without the weight of war on her shoulders. But we cannot give her that future without your help. ✨💖
Please, help us save Asel’s life. Help us get to safety before it’s too late. Every dollar you donate will bring us one step closer to a new beginning, where Asel can find peace, security, and a chance to rebuild her shattered life. 🏃♂️💨
If you cannot donate, please share our story. Spread the word so others can help. Every share counts. Asel’s future is in your hands. 🫶
Thank you for your kindness, your generosity, and your compassion. We are forever grateful for your support in this time of unimaginable need. 🙏💚🍉
Thank you for reading their story. Please don’t keep scrolling without sharing
here is the link to my fundraiser
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🌱✨ "A New Dawn Amid the Ashes" ✨🌱
Hello, my name is Jaber, a 13-year-old from Gaza. My family and I once lived in peace, surrounded by laughter and dreams. But in an instant, everything changed 💔. Our home, the school I loved, and even some of the dearest members of my family were taken from us by war.
Now, all I have left is my mother, Maysaa, who suffers from a heart condition, and my siblings, who are my only remaining comfort. Every day, we struggle to rebuild what we’ve lost, searching for even a glimpse of hope amid the ruins 🕯️🌄.
I am sharing my story because I believe in the kindness of others. With your support, we could take the first steps toward a new beginning 🕊️. Any help, however small, could be the light that guides us out of this darkness. Thank you from the depths of my heart for any compassion you can offer ❤️🙏.
#SaveGaza #SavePalestine #SaveJaberandTheirFamily
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two bros, both alike in sexuality
in a hot tub, where we lay our scene
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