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dinamaliha · 6 days
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Hello friends, I hope you're all doing well... I am deeply grateful to all of you for your donations and support for me and my family. Thank you so much for feeling the immense suffering we are experiencing here in Gaza. However, I regret to inform you that after I nearly reached my goal, my account was frozen, and more than half of the amount was deducted. I kindly ask you, my friends, to donate even a small amount so that I can reach my goal. With your help, I can alleviate the immense suffering I am enduring here in Gaza and start a new life thanks to your kindness.🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸
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dinamaliha · 2 months
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Hello, I'm Dina from gaza, please help me and my family 🙏💔
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dinamaliha · 2 months
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I've made a post for you, Ms. Dina! <3
Thank you for getting here and for everything you can do for any donation or sharing for any one who can❤️❤️
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dinamaliha · 2 months
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My friends, my campaign is progressing very slowly, and my suffering increases day by day. I pray that none of you have to endure what I am experiencing in Gaza—the heat of the tent, the lack of food and water, and the explosions all around us. Please help me in any way you can so that my family and I can escape from Gaza. Unfortunately, we have only received half of the donations due to banking procedures and transfer issues. I sincerely hope you will help me reach my goal.💔💔🙏
Note: I woke up today and found this insect beside me.
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dinamaliha · 3 months
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Hello, I am Dina, a teacher from Gaza. I graduated from university with an excellent GPA and became financially independent from my family after realizing part of my dream by securing a job as an Arabic language teacher. I planned to pursue a master's and a doctorate to become a professor at one of the national universities. I thought life had become beautiful and stable for me until the war came and destroyed everything. My dreams and ambitions were shattered, my home was destroyed, and I lost my father. My family and I are now without a provider. I do not know how long it will take for my life to return to normal, but I am certain that I will continue to pursue my dream and achieve everything I aspired to with your support and help, after God's will.🇵🇸🙏
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dinamaliha · 3 months
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Hello, I am Dina, a teacher from Gaza. I graduated from university with an excellent GPA and became financially independent from my family after realizing part of my dream by securing a job as an Arabic language teacher. I planned to pursue a master's and a doctorate to become a professor at one of the national universities. I thought life had become beautiful and stable for me until the war came and destroyed everything. My dreams and ambitions were shattered, my home was destroyed, and I lost my father. My family and I are now without a provider. I do not know how long it will take for my life to return to normal, but I am certain that I will continue to pursue my dream and achieve everything I aspired to with your support and help, after God's will.🇵🇸🙏
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dinamaliha · 3 months
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This insect is among the least of what we see in our tent, which we were forced to live in. Believe me, I have seen insects in the tent that my eyes have never seen before. I don't know how long we will continue to suffer, but I have faith in you after God to help us escape this life for a better one. Your contribution will save our lives.💔🙏
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dinamaliha · 3 months
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During the war, I experienced a million awful feelings.
I felt the loss of my friends, the sense of heartbreak, the hunger and thirst, the feeling of being rescued from death, the shiver of fear, the months of waiting, the loss of your hard work, toil, and dreams, the displacement, the feeling of running in the middle of the night from one place to another due to an evacuation order, the illness and malnutrition, the feeling of sleeping on the floor in the hospital while everyone passes over you because there's no bed to sleep on, the constant thinking, the sense of alienation in your own country, the attachment to places and people and then leaving them, the disappointment, the queues, and more.
I overcame all of them and am content so that God may be pleased with me.
But the heat and living in a tent, I swear I cannot bear it.
How can I explain to you the harshness of everything that is happening?🙁
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dinamaliha · 3 months
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Of all the hardships I faced while living in the tent, the hardest part was feeling devoid of any objections or approvals, as if I had no control over anything. Everything seemed meaningless; there was no difference between stopping or continuing, feeling or not feeling. I felt empty, as if life no longer concerned me, just waiting for the day to turn into night.I pray to God to save me from everything, from death, ruin, and destruction, to restore my peaceful and stable life. Your prayers for our safety and your assistance will change our lives for the better.🙌🙌
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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All night long, we hear gunfire and the sound of tanks moving near us. We can't sleep and are very scared. We really need your help to get out of this hell and stay in a safe place.💔
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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This might be my last post. The tanks are advancing towards us now in the Zawaida area. Helicopters are firing bullets. I am waiting for the moment of death. If I am gone, please don’t leave my younger siblings alone. This is my final wish to you.
Goodbye, with all my love and tears. Please remember us and pray for our safety.💔
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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My friends, who did not evacuate to the south with me, refused to send me pictures of the complete destruction of our home in the north, fearing it would shock and sadden us over my father's suffering. They only sent this picture.,I remain convinced that I am in a nightmare from which I have yet to awaken. I wait to wake up in our demolished home, a place we obtained after much hardship and struggle. I long to call my martyred friend to stroll through the devastated streets of the camp, greeting the martyrs and the roads, smiling at the children who fell in battles far greater than their tender bodies could endure. I return to the emptiness of the house, but the magnitude of the details I witness each day exceeds the lifespan of a dream, indeed exceeding my own lifetime. Our home, my friend, the camp, and dozens of children have fallen, and with them, my smile. Now, my only dream is to survive with my family, reunite with my father, and start our lives anew, far from war, destruction, and death. This will be possible with your support and generosity, my friends.💔😔🫂
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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This is how my morning begins every day. Obtaining water is one of the hardest things in Gaza. Every day at six in the morning, a truck comes to fill our water containers and then leaves, not returning until the next day. If you don't arrive early, you will be without water for the entire day. It becomes even more difficult when I need to shower. I plead with the truck driver to increase my share of water so that I have the chance to shower. Every night, I pray to God that I reach the spot early before the truck arrives. Sometimes, I can't make it on time, and I start thinking about how the day will go without water. Providing water for me and my siblings throughout the day has become a dream, whereas we once had much bigger dreams. Thank God, today I arrived early and managed to take this picture to show you our painful reality. My hope in you, after God, is to rescue us from this nightmare so that we can move to a place where we can start new dreams and have a beautiful life.💔🇵🇸
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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My friends, you have become my second family, concerned about my survival and that of my family from Gaza. Believe me, we are suffering greatly from circumstances beyond your imagination and ones I cannot fully explain. In addition to the enemy's brutality and attacks, we are struggling to obtain the most basic necessities of life that were once available to us. My hope rests in you and your assistance, my brothers and sisters, to escape to a safe place. I would be immensely grateful to you.🫂❤️🇵🇸
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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Crammed together like heaps of flesh in tents that feel like scorching ovens, our days have regressed to a more degraded version of those of the earliest humans. From morning till night, we search for the same things Abel and Cain sought to survive: water, food, and fire. We endure long hours in queues to get a meager amount of water, and the food consists of old, low-quality canned goods. We sleep and wake to the sounds of savage airplanes, unsure of where they will strike next or who among us will be turned into scattered remains. Here in Gaza, we are living the worst existence humanity has known since its very beginning, You are our only hope for escaping Gaza and its oppression. Please help my siblings and me find a safe place to live💔🇵🇸
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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“Israel” burned many children, women, and the elderly tonight in Rafah, an event that Israel knows will be nothing more than a minor fire in the eyes of world leaders. None of them will comment or pay attention, and if they do comment, the argument is ready and the understanding of the situation is present. A world without justice. To every living human conscience, I urge you to help us escape from Gaza and save us from the hell of war before our turn comes in this genocide.
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dinamaliha · 4 months
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This is Jabalia. I was born in Jabalia. Here was my home that my father bought for us after much hardship. Here was my school and my friends too. They destroyed Jabalia, the house, and the school. They killed the friends, and my father went far away. We have no home to return to, and they didn't leave me a friend in life. Now we are facing death, and my father is far away. Help us by donating through the link to reunite with my father, and be a reason for our survival from these killers.🙌🇵🇸🇵🇸
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