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The last loaf of bread for four people. A kilo of flour costs $15, and a full bag costs $400.

Please don't leave my children hungry. Donate even a small amount via the link in our bio. Please, please.

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urgent / 🆘

"I need your hearts above all else..."

You may not know me, and perhaps we will never meet, but today I am writing to you because I need your support, your humanity,my story is not easy for me to tell, but it is true, and it is filled with hope that has not yet been extinguished,i ask that you just give my story a minute of your time.

"In a single moment, everything collapsed..."This is not a fairy tale, but the painful reality of a displaced woman.

Rima lost everything she owned. She lost her home, which housed her dreams; her father, brother, and son, who were snatched away by death in a cruel moment; and her husband, who struggles with pain after a serious injury. All that remains for her is her patience. Her livelihood has been cut off and she has lost her source of income, yet she continues to resist with silence and dignity.

Help us make her voice heard, perhaps a compassionate hand will reach her, ease her pain and restore some hope.

1. Every time we try to get back on our feet, the war befalls us with another tragedy. My husband, for whose treatment I was collecting donations outside Gaza, was seriously injured for the second time. My eldest son is a prisoner, my youngest is a martyr, and my little girl passed away before she saw the light of day... All I have left is God, and perhaps your hearts.

2. My tent burned down, just as my heart burned for those I lost. My children and I are now homeless, without medicine, and without hope... Help me protect what's left of my family.

3. All our wounds bleed; we have no home or homeland, but we hope for a compassionate heart to reach out to us. My family needs you today... Don't leave us alone.

4. In one moment, I lost two girls: one was martyred in my womb, and the other's dreams were burned under the rubble of the tent... Please, life is too harsh for us.

5. We only dream of medicine, a blanket, a loaf of bread, and the shade of a tent that doesn't burn. Whoever has a living heart... let him remember us.

6. I am a mother who has lost everything, and I am still waiting for relief from God and from your merciful hearts. Your donation could revive a family that dies silently every day.

If you can't donate even a small amount, reposting could make a difference in my life.

Help me make my voice heard.

You are the light on a path that darkness has tried to obscure.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who feels, shares, and helps.

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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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🏚️ 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.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #609 ) ✅️

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

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

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✅️ 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

You can share or donate this ‼️🙏🥺

Or here directly

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On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed the house I was in — my grandfather’s home. It was the heart of our family.

I was there with my mother, my sister, and my three younger brothers.

When the missile hit, everything turned to smoke, blood, and silence.

My mother and sister were killed instantly.

My brothers and I were pulled from the rubble, injured — but alive.

Moments later, my father arrived at the hospital.

He didn’t know if any of us had survived. He ran through the halls, searching.

Al Jazeera Mubasher filmed that exact moment — the moment he found us.

This video isn’t easy to watch. But it’s the truth.

It’s the moment my father found his sons alive…

and learned that his wife and daughter were gone.

source:

https://www.instagram.com/share/_qqk5pMrz

I’m sharing this not to cause pain, but because I want people to understand what we’ve lived through.

This isn’t just a story. It’s our life.

It’s the moment that changed everything.

I’m still here. I’m trying to raise my brothers now.

We are trying to rebuild something from what was taken.

If you can help — even with a share — thank you

And if you just watched this, thank you for witnessing.

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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 ❤️

You can share or donate this ⬇️

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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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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal

Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

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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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PRE-ORDERS ARE OFFICIALLY OPEN!!

we have a digital bundle, a physical zine, a half/flat bundle, a full bundle, and a merch-only bundle for you all to choose from <3 please support our cause by buying a little something! thank you all :DD

DIGITAL BUNDLE: BITTERSWEET INHERITENCE [$15 USD]

- 1x zine pdf

- 1x phone wallpaper

- 6x chat emojis

PHYSICAL ZINE + PDF: BREAKING THE CYCLE [$25 USD]

- 1x physical zine

- 1x digital pdf

FLAT/HALF-ZINE BUNDLE: HEADING NORTH [$35 USD]

- 1x physical zine

- 1x digital pdf

- 2x sticker sheets

- 1x art print

- 3x die-cut stickers

FULL BUNDLE: A NEW ERA [$65 USD]

- 1x physical zine

- 1x digital pdf

- 2x sticker sheets

- 1x art print

- 3x die-cut stickers

- 1x notepad

- 1x metal bookmark

- 1x digital wallpaper

- 6x chat emojis

MERCH BUNDLE: HONORED DREAMS [$55 USD]

- 2x sticker sheets

- 1x art print

- 3x die-cut stickers

- 1x notepad

- 1x metal bookmark

- 1x digital wallpaper

- 6x chat emojis

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Hello friends❤️ , please click on the link and donate for the children. Please, I really need your support. A single dollar won't cost you anything, but it will help change the course of my children's lives. Please ❤️🇵🇸🇵🇸 https://chuffed.org/project/120947-save-samahs-family-from-the-palestinian-genocide

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💔 Trapped in Pain… A Mother’s Plea 💔

I am Kholoud Al-Hanawi From Gaza 🇵🇸, the wife of Dr. Ahmad, a surgeon who risked his life in the war to save others. But today, he stands helpless—unable to save his own children. Our home is gone, reduced to rubble, and now we live in a tattered tent, barely shielding us from the burning sun and freezing nights. We have lost everything… but the worst pain is watching our children suffer.

Our precious babies, Yazan (9 years old) and Zeina (2 years old), are battling a cruel disease��Plaque Ichthyosis Psoriasis 🩸. Their delicate skin cracks, bleeds, and burns every single day. Every movement is agony. Every night is filled with their cries of pain. No child should suffer like this.

Tonight, Yazan looked at me with tear-filled eyes and whispered:

“Mama… will I be like this forever?” 😢

I swallowed my pain and forced a smile. How do I tell him that the medicine he desperately needs is beyond our reach? $500 every 3 days—that’s what it costs to ease their pain. But how can we afford it when we barely have food to survive?

Then came his next question… the one that shattered me completely:

“Mama… will I die if we don’t get the medicine?” 💔

No mother should ever have to hear these words from her child. No child should have to live in constant agony, wondering if they will survive. I am begging… if you hear me, if you feel our pain, please help us before it’s too late. 🙏💔

Your donation means life to us 🥹🙏

Donation Link

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‼️‼️‼️@ala-kah hasn’t responded or seen my texts since monday please spread this as far as possible and try and get in contact with her if you can time is of the essence here and if you can please donate to her campaign‼️‼️‼️‼️

‼️‼️‼️MAJOR UPDATE: ala has just now replied she’s alright and safe for now but please repost and share since there’s still been no donations in the past few days‼️‼️

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Hello, I am Alaa Salama from Gaza, and this is what happened to me

Previously, I managed to raise

€2,600 through a GoFundMe campaign, but unfortunately, the account was closed before I could receive the funds. Now, with the war suddenly escalating again in

Gaza on March 18th, I’ve

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decided to start over because the need is even greater than before.I’ve launched a new fundraising campaign on GoGetFunding, and every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference and will reach those who need it, God willing.Here’s the link to the campaign: donate, share, and help us spread the word.Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

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