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A Father’s Cry from Beneath the Rubble

My name is Jihad. I am a father… but a broken one.

I live in a torn, worn-out tent with my two children — Saleh and Hussein. We used to have a home. We used to have a life. Until a missile took everything from us.

We were pulled from under the rubble. Alive, yes — but something inside us died that day.

My son Saleh can no longer walk. His leg was crushed, and I can’t afford his treatment. He looks at me and says, “Baba… when will I run again?”

I smile at him through my tears… and then turn away so he doesn’t see me cry.

Hussein, my little one, had his hand injured during the war. He can’t use it anymore. He used to draw pictures. Now he hides his arm under his blanket and cries at night.

We have nothing left. We have fled from one place to another, running from death, only to end up in a place the world calls a “red zone” — an active war zone, where each night could be our last.

We are not living. We are simply surviving. And some days… not even that.

Have you ever watched your child scream in pain and had nothing — not even a bandage — to offer?

Have you ever told your child there is no food — again?

Have you ever prayed not for comfort, but just to stay alive one more night?

All I ask is this: Don’t look away.

If you are reading this, and your child is safe, healthy, and smiling — hug them. Then please, think of mine.

Any amount can help. A meal. A blanket. A step toward treatment.

Help me give Saleh a chance to walk again. Help me give Hussein a reason to smile.

Before we are buried again… this time, not under rubble — but under silence.

From a grieving father,

Jihad

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10 posts!

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A Father’s Cry from Beneath the Rubble

My name is Jihad. I am a father… but a broken one.

I live in a torn, worn-out tent with my two children — Saleh and Hussein. We used to have a home. We used to have a life. Until a missile took everything from us.

We were pulled from under the rubble. Alive, yes — but something inside us died that day.

My son Saleh can no longer walk. His leg was crushed, and I can’t afford his treatment. He looks at me and says, “Baba… when will I run again?”

I smile at him through my tears… and then turn away so he doesn’t see me cry.

Hussein, my little one, had his hand injured during the war. He can’t use it anymore. He used to draw pictures. Now he hides his arm under his blanket and cries at night.

We have nothing left. We have fled from one place to another, running from death, only to end up in a place the world calls a “red zone” — an active war zone, where each night could be our last.

We are not living. We are simply surviving. And some days… not even that.

Have you ever watched your child scream in pain and had nothing — not even a bandage — to offer?

Have you ever told your child there is no food — again?

Have you ever prayed not for comfort, but just to stay alive one more night?

All I ask is this: Don’t look away.

If you are reading this, and your child is safe, healthy, and smiling — hug them. Then please, think of mine.

Any amount can help. A meal. A blanket. A step toward treatment.

Help me give Saleh a chance to walk again. Help me give Hussein a reason to smile.

Before we are buried again… this time, not under rubble — but under silence.

From a grieving father,

Jihad

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I am Jihad from Gaza, a father of two sick children who need weekly treatment due to the ongoing war. I suffer from weakness in my left eye, skin tears, bone spurs and cartilage. I ask you to help, even a little, to cover a small part of the requirements of our tragic life. ا Please help me, we need your help.

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Thank you @jolyne-best-jojo and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

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Thank you @unseenreflectionthunder and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

From a Torn Tent… Searching for a Life of Dignity 🆘

Hello,

My name is Jihad. I used to live in the northern part of my country, but war changed everything. Our home was destroyed, and I was forced to flee with my family to the central region in search of safety.

Today, we live in a torn and fragile tent that offers little protection from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. My children sleep on the bare ground, and we struggle to find enough food and clean water.

We have lost almost everything. All we ask for is a chance to live with dignity — to have a proper tent, basic food, and a few essentials to survive.

I’m reaching out with hope in my heart:

Please, help us rebuild a small part of what we lost.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to safety, warmth, and stability.

Your support means more than words can say.

Thank you for reading, donating, and sharing. You are our hope.

🙏 May you be blessed for your kindness and compassion.

@tamami @serial666killer @vampiricvenus @punkitt-is-here @2spirit-shop @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @nyancrimew @90-ghost @beserkerjewel l @ot3 @killyourhistory @prisonhannibal @aimasuperstar @anneemay-blog @dirhwangdaseul @neecheepie-blog @memingursa @b0nkcentral @certifiedsexed @afro-elf @11thsense @sawasawako-archived @vamprismatic @girlinafairytalelovestory @spacebeyonce @skipppppy @beetledrink @schoolhater98 @3000s @annevb @fools-and-perverts @dailyquests2thequestening @evillesbianvillain @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @valtsv @postanagramgenerator @feluka-blog-blog @fairuzstuff

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From a Torn Tent… Searching for a Life of Dignity 🆘

Hello,

My name is Jihad. I used to live in the northern part of my country, but war changed everything. Our home was destroyed, and I was forced to flee with my family to the central region in search of safety.

Today, we live in a torn and fragile tent that offers little protection from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. My children sleep on the bare ground, and we struggle to find enough food and clean water.

We have lost almost everything. All we ask for is a chance to live with dignity — to have a proper tent, basic food, and a few essentials to survive.

I’m reaching out with hope in my heart:

Please, help us rebuild a small part of what we lost.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to safety, warmth, and stability.

Your support means more than words can say.

Thank you for reading, donating, and sharing. You are our hope.

🙏 May you be blessed for your kindness and compassion.

@tamami @serial666killer @vampiricvenus @punkitt-is-here @2spirit-shop @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @nyancrimew @90-ghost @beserkerjewel l @ot3 @killyourhistory @prisonhannibal @aimasuperstar @anneemay-blog @dirhwangdaseul @neecheepie-blog @memingursa @b0nkcentral @certifiedsexed @afro-elf @11thsense @sawasawako-archived @vamprismatic @girlinafairytalelovestory @spacebeyonce @skipppppy @beetledrink @schoolhater98 @3000s @annevb @fools-and-perverts @dailyquests2thequestening @evillesbianvillain @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @valtsv @postanagramgenerator @feluka-blog-blog @fairuzstuff

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From a Torn Tent… Searching for a Life of Dignity 🆘

Hello,

My name is Jihad. I used to live in the northern part of my country, but war changed everything. Our home was destroyed, and I was forced to flee with my family to the central region in search of safety.

Today, we live in a torn and fragile tent that offers little protection from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. My children sleep on the bare ground, and we struggle to find enough food and clean water.

We have lost almost everything. All we ask for is a chance to live with dignity — to have a proper tent, basic food, and a few essentials to survive.

I’m reaching out with hope in my heart:

Please, help us rebuild a small part of what we lost.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to safety, warmth, and stability.

Your support means more than words can say.

Thank you for reading, donating, and sharing. You are our hope.

🙏 May you be blessed for your kindness and compassion.

@tamami @serial666killer @vampiricvenus @punkitt-is-here @2spirit-shop @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @nyancrimew @90-ghost @beserkerjewel l @ot3 @killyourhistory @prisonhannibal @aimasuperstar @anneemay-blog @dirhwangdaseul @neecheepie-blog @memingursa @b0nkcentral @certifiedsexed @afro-elf @11thsense @sawasawako-archived @vamprismatic @girlinafairytalelovestory @spacebeyonce @skipppppy @beetledrink @schoolhater98 @3000s @annevb @fools-and-perverts @dailyquests2thequestening @evillesbianvillain @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @valtsv @postanagramgenerator @feluka-blog-blog @fairuzstuff

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From a Torn Tent… Searching for a Life of Dignity 🆘

Hello,

My name is Jihad. I used to live in the northern part of my country, but war changed everything. Our home was destroyed, and I was forced to flee with my family to the central region in search of safety.

Today, we live in a torn and fragile tent that offers little protection from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. My children sleep on the bare ground, and we struggle to find enough food and clean water.

We have lost almost everything. All we ask for is a chance to live with dignity — to have a proper tent, basic food, and a few essentials to survive.

I’m reaching out with hope in my heart:

Please, help us rebuild a small part of what we lost.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to safety, warmth, and stability.

Your support means more than words can say.

Thank you for reading, donating, and sharing. You are our hope.

🙏 May you be blessed for your kindness and compassion.

@tamami @serial666killer @vampiricvenus @punkitt-is-here @2spirit-shop @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @nyancrimew @90-ghost @beserkerjewel l @ot3 @killyourhistory @prisonhannibal @aimasuperstar @anneemay-blog @dirhwangdaseul @neecheepie-blog @memingursa @b0nkcentral @certifiedsexed @afro-elf @11thsense @sawasawako-archived @vamprismatic @girlinafairytalelovestory @spacebeyonce @skipppppy @beetledrink @schoolhater98 @3000s @annevb @fools-and-perverts @dailyquests2thequestening @evillesbianvillain @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @valtsv @postanagramgenerator @feluka-blog-blog @fairuzstuff

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A Father’s Cry from Beneath the Rubble

My name is Jihad. I am a father… but a broken one.

I live in a torn, worn-out tent with my two children — Saleh and Hussein. We used to have a home. We used to have a life. Until a missile took everything from us.

We were pulled from under the rubble. Alive, yes — but something inside us died that day.

My son Saleh can no longer walk. His leg was crushed, and I can’t afford his treatment. He looks at me and says, “Baba… when will I run again?”

I smile at him through my tears… and then turn away so he doesn’t see me cry.

Hussein, my little one, had his hand injured during the war. He can’t use it anymore. He used to draw pictures. Now he hides his arm under his blanket and cries at night.

We have nothing left. We have fled from one place to another, running from death, only to end up in a place the world calls a “red zone” — an active war zone, where each night could be our last.

We are not living. We are simply surviving. And some days… not even that.

Have you ever watched your child scream in pain and had nothing — not even a bandage — to offer?

Have you ever told your child there is no food — again?

Have you ever prayed not for comfort, but just to stay alive one more night?

All I ask is this: Don’t look away.

If you are reading this, and your child is safe, healthy, and smiling — hug them. Then please, think of mine.

Any amount can help. A meal. A blanket. A step toward treatment.

Help me give Saleh a chance to walk again. Help me give Hussein a reason to smile.

Before we are buried again… this time, not under rubble — but under silence.

From a grieving father,

Jihad

@tamamita @serial666killer @vampiricvenus @punkitt-is-here @2spirit-shop @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @nyancrimew @90-ghost @beserkerjewel l @ot3 @killyourhistory @prisonhannibal @aimasuperstar @anneemay-blog @dirhwangdaseul @neecheepie-blog @memingursa @b0nkcentral @certifiedsexed @afro-elf @11thsense @sawasawako-archived @vamprismatic @girlinafairytalelovestory @spacebeyonce @skipppppy @beetledrink @schoolhater98 @3000s @annevb @fools-and-perverts @dailyquests2thequestening @evillesbianvillain @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @valtsv @postanagramgenerator @feluka-blog-blog @fairuzstuff

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From a Torn Tent… Searching for a Life of Dignity 🆘

Hello,

My name is Jihad. I used to live in the northern part of my country, but war changed everything. Our home was destroyed, and I was forced to flee with my family to the central region in search of safety.

Today, we live in a torn and fragile tent that offers little protection from the heat of the day or the cold of the night. My children sleep on the bare ground, and we struggle to find enough food and clean water.

We have lost almost everything. All we ask for is a chance to live with dignity — to have a proper tent, basic food, and a few essentials to survive.

I’m reaching out with hope in my heart:

Please, help us rebuild a small part of what we lost.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to safety, warmth, and stability.

Your support means more than words can say.

Thank you for reading, donating, and sharing. You are our hope.

🙏 May you be blessed for your kindness and compassion.

@tamami @serial666killer @vampiricvenus @punkitt-is-here @2spirit-shop @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @nyancrimew @90-ghost @beserkerjewel l @ot3 @killyourhistory @prisonhannibal @aimasuperstar @anneemay-blog @dirhwangdaseul @neecheepie-blog @memingursa @b0nkcentral @certifiedsexed @afro-elf @11thsense @sawasawako-archived @vamprismatic @girlinafairytalelovestory @spacebeyonce @skipppppy @beetledrink @schoolhater98 @3000s @annevb @fools-and-perverts @dailyquests2thequestening @evillesbianvillain @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @valtsv @postanagramgenerator @feluka-blog-blog @fairuzstuff