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Look at my child, what is he asking for? Where is your humanity? I beg you to help us feed my child.

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I am Noor Al-Anqar, a mother of three children from Gaza… Forgotten by the world, and it's been over a month with no response, no voice hearing my plea.

Since the war began, we’ve been living a nightmare that never ends. We lost our home and have been displaced over and over, searching for shelter to protect us from death. We’ve endured the bitterness of cold, hunger, and disease — and now, once again, we are being starved under a brutal blockade… for the third time.

My children cry from hunger every single day, and I have nothing left to offer them. Even the most basic of needs have become impossible. Just one sack of flour now costs $500 — a sum I simply do not have.

Vegetables are nearly impossible to find, and if they are available, the prices are beyond our reach. My children are growing, but their little bodies are weakening before my eyes. And my youngest, Youssef… he never stops crying, begging for food and milk. I cannot feed him. I cannot even breastfeed him anymore — hunger and malnutrition have consumed me, too.

I am broken… yes, defeated by the cries of my starving children. I feel like a powerless mother, crushed and helpless, with nothing but tears and prayers.

•This picture was taken during the previous famine five months ago. We received a bag of flour as aid from the World Food Organization. My children asked me to take a picture with Miss Flour because they were so happy.

•This is the link to my and my kids' fundraising campaign.

Please… extend your hand, share my story, help me hold on to life for the sake of my children.

Every donation, every share, every kind word could restore a little hope… and maybe even save our lives.

✅️Vetted by @90-ghost and @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #245 )✅️

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Today, I want to share with you what happened to my father just a few days ago.

Amid the deliberate starvation we’re enduring, the insane spike in prices, and our forced displacement from the Shuja'iyya neighborhood in eastern Gaza City, We had left behind a sack of flour and a few cans of beans.

But a few days ago, my father made a difficult and dangerous decision. He risked his life to go back and retrieve them.

Imagine that… My father nearly lost his life over a sack of flour and a few canned goods!

And yet, thank God, he returned to us like a hero .. like a triumphant figure straight out of a Hollywood scene.

His survival alone felt like a miracle.

Don't get used to this scene.

Don't let our suffering pass by like a fleeting moment.

We need your solidarity, your compassion, your human support.

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My name is Nour, I’m 18 years old. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor—to help people, to heal, to bring hope. I studied hard and believed that education was my way out😭.

But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

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To donate or contact: [Insert your donation link or contact info here

Be our voice in a world that’s forgotten us. Be the light in our darkness.❤️

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My name is Nour, I’m 18 years old. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor—to help people, to heal, to bring hope. I studied hard and believed that education was my way out😭.

But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

link gofandme

To donate or contact: [Insert your donation link or contact info here

Be our voice in a world that’s forgotten us. Be the light in our darkness.❤️

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“The most difficult times of war ever, hunger, siege, despair and instability prevail.”

“People started walking, feeling dizzy and falling from their height due to lack of food. Hunger has killed them.”

That’s what my brother told me. What he sees in the streets

The situation in gaza :

The humanitarian situation is becoming increasingly difficult amid a severe shortage of essential supplies.

Famine has become a clear phenomenon in the Gaza Strip, and the situation has become extremely catastrophic.

There is no food, no water, no medicine, and no fuel, which is negatively impacting the lives of Palestinians.

We may witness more deaths in the coming days due to the shortage of basic necessities.

I hope you guys continue helping my brother and my relatives there’s almost no donations my brother got 2 donations for the last week 🙏

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"I am a father... I write to you from a heart of helplessness, from a tent without walls, and from a world collapsing over my head and my children."

I am a man who has lost everything. I no longer have anything but my voice, and I am writing it now so that you may hear it. I no longer have a home, a job, or even a warm bed for my children to sleep on. All that remains for me... is my heart, which breaks every day as I watch them grow up in hunger and fear.

We lived a simple life: a small house, a modest job, the laughter of my children filling every corner. But the war came like a nightmare and destroyed everything. In an instant, the home disappeared, the memories burned, and the dream turned to ash. We fled, carrying our children in our arms, running in search of safety, only to find ourselves in a dilapidated tent, unfit for animals, let alone a shelter for children?

The tent did not ward off the cold, nor did it keep out the rain, nor did it protect us from the heat of the sun. In the winter, the little ones would freeze to death, and in the summer, their feet would burn in the scorching sand. We live on aid, if it exists, and it often doesn't arrive. Water is scarce, food is even scarcer, and medicine is missing. My children are sick, and I am helpless and can't afford a pill, or even a glass of milk to save my child from emaciation.

I look into their eyes and read a question that chokes me every night: "Dad, when will the war end? When will we go back? When will we eat like the other children?"

And I have no answer. All I have left are my tears, which I shed at night as I hear their groans of hunger and cold. My heart burns, and my hands are empty.

I am not a beggar, nor am I seeking pity. I am a father. All I want is to protect my children. To see them sleep without fear, wake up with hope, eat a satisfying meal, and drink clean water. I want to see them laugh, not memorize the sounds of bombs instead of stories.

Help me, please. We are living on the brink of death. Every day that passes without assistance is a day we lose from our children's lives. Any support, any amount, any word, could be a lifeline for us.

https://gofund.me/a75be606

I am a father, writing to you from under the rubble... Don't leave us alone.

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"Help sooad Family Survive & Rebuild in Gaza"

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Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔

After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.

Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.

Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs

Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children

I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.

Your support means the world to me and my family.

Please donate 🙏

All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life

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Hello everyone, you all know the difficult conditions in the Gaza Strip since October 7, 2023. Since that time, my children and I have been living the most difficult days of our lives, and these may be our last days. My children are young and have not lived a life like your children. They also deserve it. A happy and good life full of fun, joy, food and gifts. They should not be living a hard life like these missiles raining down on our heads and hunger surrounding us from every direction. We should live a peaceful family life. I miraculously survived. From the bombing of the Arab Ahli Hospital in Gaza, the Baptist Hospital, which claimed the lives of more than 500 martyrs, I came here today to ask you to support and help me and my children so that we can live a dignified life free from bombing and hunger. I want to hug children My children, I want to live. Please donate to me here, even if it is 5 euros. For your information, these 5 euros are only the price of a cup of coffee in Europe and America. Please donate to me and my children, please.

I beg you do not ignore this post and donate donate donate please

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Where should I go next and what to feed my baby Adam ?🥺💔💔😭

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My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️

You can share this or donate with anything you can 🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸

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📸 This is not just a newspaper cover. This is our reality in Gaza.

This powerful image was published by The Independent on May 11, 2025. It shows the faces of hungry and terrified Palestinian children — the result of a brutal blockade and forced starvation.

The headline reads: "For all their sakes, end the deafening silence on Gaza now." But the silence continues ........

💔 I am a father of three children. We live every day under the shadow of hunger and fear. There is no food, no clean water, no safe place — only the constant struggle to keep my children alive.

The siege has taken away our jobs, our homes, our futures. I am doing everything I can to find food for my kids, to give them something — anything — to eat.

Please, if you are reading this: don’t be silent. 🎯 Your donation could mean a meal for my children. 🛑 Your support could save their lives.

🙏 Even $5 can make a difference. 📢 Share this message if you can’t donate.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

🤝 But don’t look away. We need you now more than ever.

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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

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Before everything I'm writing this and my kids are starving they don't have anything to eat. I'm begging you to save my kids from this famine 🙏🙏‼️🥺🙏

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins

The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨

I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude,

Areej Kassab ❤️

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

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With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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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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"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:👇👇 👇

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Help my family in Gaza, I'm begging you 💔‼️🙏

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #523)

✅️ Vetted by @90-ghos here

Dear merciful souls before everything I'm now writing to you and my kids are so hungry we don't know what to eat because everything running out and the cross borders were closed for three months so please read my story to the end 🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hello, I am full of hope and hope that you will read my message with love and that you will enjoy abundant health and well-being.

I come to you with an appeal that is heavy on my heart and that I had never imagined.

I look at you from under the war and the constant bombing of us in all its forms that the human or animal soul cannot comprehend

I am Jehad Kassab , a lawyer and legal consultant from Gaza City - Palestine. I hold a bachelor’s degree in law and many legal experiences. I have been working in the legal profession for a long time and I had a good work , which have become meaningless before this world, to stop the machine of war and destruction that has befallen us ،I had a private law office after the Israeli planes completely destroyed it and everything in it, after I built it with all its beauty after many years of toil, and it is my only source of livelihood.

I have a beautiful family that loves life as you love it and lives it in all its details. My family consists of (my wife, a nurse, and my son Khaled, a year and a half old, who has not seen life in all its details and does not know what it is yet, and my second daughter is now 11 months her age as the age of this bad war.

Our house was completely destroyed at the beginning of the war on Gaza with everything, and we did not even take anything out of it, not even the clothes, in the hope that we would return to it before it was bombed by Israeli warplanes

We were briefly displaced to southern Gaza and stayed in tents until this moment. We lived and are still living the harshest types of genocide in the full sense of the word: displacement, destruction, coming out from under bombardment, pollution, epidemics, and the difficulty of sleeping due to the sound of planes and the bombing that did not leave for a single second. Has the world become desolate or are we not fit to improve? For life or what? We do not know Khaled who started pronouncing the word bombing, and I am afraid.

I am not begging you or listing all the details, because an entire newspaper will not be enough. Television screens and social networking sites are enough to tell you about us, and no matter how much you try to say, what we feel will not reach you because we do not wish anyone to live as we live.

We are victims of conflicts and conflicts. We love life as long as we can. We do not like any form of war. We want a future like the rest of humanity for ourselves and our children.

In this moment of despair, I reach out to you, not just as a stranger, but as a human being, connected by our common humanity and the belief that compassion knows no bounds. Your support, no matter how small, can make an immeasurable difference in the lives of those struggling to find hope amidst the rubble.

We desperately need your support to rebuild my family's life that was destroyed by the war on Gaza and there is literally nothing left ، provide us with a glimmer of hope for a better life after we were fine before October 7th last year. Your support could mean everything to us ، If you are unable to support, please consider sharing our case. Every bit of support helps.

We also evacuated many times and the two baby were sick alot because of the bad environment

and you know there's no hospitals or medicin or even healthy food

and the rest of the.money will be used for the living expenses

We appreciate your help, even if it is just a little

Thank you all

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