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It's the end of G@za , In anytime you won't see us again 💔 So please read this and help a mom and her three kids 🙏🙏🙏📢

13/04/2025 4:04 am Severe destruction hit the Aalma'madani Hospital in central Gaza after an Israeli airstrike, despite it being the only functioning hospital in the city with limited capacity.

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My full story 🙏💔

I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers

before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Dear my kind donors!

Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.

Please Save those innocent kids from war 🥺‼️🙏🙏

We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed‼️🥺

After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

My lovely students before war 🥺

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food

The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.

The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:

1 kg of meat = $100

1 chicken = 70$

1 kg of fish = 100$

1 bag of flour = $200

1 kg of cooking gas = $150

1 kg of sugar = $15

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of tomatoes = $10

1 kg of onions = $25

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.

. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz

You can support my family here

Or here directly in kofi or PayPal🙏🚨❤️

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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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Don't skip 🚨Emergency

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My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉

Please donate

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Picking up the pieces (Erasermic with a depressed daughter reader)

READ ME: I deleted this a few months ago bc I got embarrassed abt it, BUT I’m trying to be better abt letting myself write fanfics without feeling embarrassed, so I’m reposting it, sorry there hasn’t been any recent art I haven’t had the motivation to post any of my new stuff

OK SO- like I got this silly idea and wanted to write it. It’s daddy issues center over here 😎. Shota and Hizashi are your adoptive parents, and your 13 in this

(WARNINGS: implied neglect, HEAVY s/h (I used to go through that too, trust me there are better ways to handle your emotions. Everyone’s here for you. Helpline: Crisis Text Linehttps://www.crisistextline.org › help...FREE Help for Self-Harm | Text CONNECT to 741741), just depression in general)

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You don’t know….what’s wrong with you. All your life you’ve been used to being ignored, verbally harassed, bullied, really anything that comes with being quirkless. You avoided people, staying to yourself and your sketchbook, drawing silly cartoons to make yourself feel better. Fortunately for you, your school finally took notice of just how depressed you were, and did a welfare check on your home, one step inside caused your parents to lose custody IMMEDIATELY. You were placed with two of your favorite hero’s as your foster parents, Present Mic, and Eraserhead. You thought they were so cool! Mic’s radio show was your favorite thing to listen to while you drew, and Eraserhead’s quirk was so cool! You’ve tried to draw it a few times, you think you did ok, but you definitely need to work on shading. You adored living with them, you actually got to eat three meals a day, you had a house with lights, and running water. But….you still… struggled. You hadn’t quite quit self harming, it was just….hard. You just felt no motivation to, I mean who would care if some worthless quirkless girl like you was cutting right? You stayed in your room a lot, drawing and listening to music, you just aren’t…mentally energized to be social with your new parents most of the time. What you were currently doing was just that, drawing and listening to music with a warm blanket over you.

He understood wanting to be alone, hell Aizawa could hardly be social with his husband on bad days. But….you were wayyy more secluded than he is. He’s hoping he’s doing this whole parenting thing right, and that you weren’t avoiding them. He was doing little tasks around the house, dishes, dusting, in general just making it look tidy. His fluffy Persian cat was following his every move, tripping him at any chance she could find. Finally he got to laundry, he grabbed him and Hizashi’s clothing first and threw it in before heading towards your room. He can’t count how many times you’ve insisted that you could handle your own chores, and that he didn’t need to do your laundry for you. He really wishes you’d let him take care of you, but it was cute to watch you stammer and insist only for him to do it anyway. He gently knocked, hearing stuff shuffling around before he hears your soft little voice go

“Come in”

“Laundry day.” He went over to your hamper, and of course just on cue you go.

“Oh don’t worry about it Mr. Aizawa I can get it.” You hadn’t quite warmed up to calling them dad yet, which was ok, he would give you all the time in the world, hell he’d give you the world if he could.

“No no kid we’ve talked about this, let me take care of you. It’s my job.” His large hand ruffled your hair, causing your hands to shoot up and playfully swat him away. That’s when he saw it….your sleeve slipped down a bit, letting him see all he needed to see.

“…kid what’s…what’s all this?” You felt your stomach drop, his large calloused hand gently pulled your sleeve down revealing the many slashes and gashes on your arm…..fuck. 

“….i-“ you don’t…know what to say. Fuck you don’t know what to say! What do you do?! Fuck please don’t start crying, or begging you to “stop for him!”! No no no- you don’t think you can handle him being disappointed in you, or giving you a look of pity, you hate that! 

“….oh kid…come here..” his voice was softer then usual, way softer. He gently scooped you up, way easy for him since he was a pro hero. You’re then carried to the bathroom, gently sat down on the ledge of the tub, he starts shifting through the little Medkit they had. Shouta could kiss his husband right now for thinking of keeping one in the house.

“….sorry…” your voice is weak and wobbly, shit your on the verge of tears. You can’t cry- not now.

“For?” He sounds….fatherly….your not used to this…..it was nice…

“….you know what for….” He sighs, damnit if he ever got his hands on your biological parents he would just-

“Kid…this isn’t….something you should be sorry for, hell it’s not even your fault. You know I’m not…mad right? Or disappointed, or any of that. I’m worried. It’s my job to worry.”  He grabbed the hydrogen peroxide out of the tiny box, gently grabbing your arm and saying, “this is going to sting a bit, be ready.”. It does in fact sting quite a bit. As he dabbled your arm dry with a cotton ball, he hears the front door open and his husbands loud ass voice.

“IM HOOOOME!!!” He sounds just as cheery as always. Shit- no no no he can’t know to- you can’t handle this!-

“Hey, kid calm down, it’s ok.” Shouta says, rubbing your back. You had started hyperventilating you guess. Hizashi comes to where he heard his husbands voice.

“Hello my one an o-“ he stops talking when he sees you and….your arm. His demeanor changes from happy to worried in a millisecond.

“Wh- what happened?” Fuck he sounded so worried and sad, no no no-

“Hizashi can you wait for me in the bedroom, I’ll explain after I’m done patching her up.” He gives an uncharacteristic quiet nod and walks off. 

“Ok kid, I’m going to wrap this up and get you some tea, ok? Then I need you to talk to us, I want to know what’s wrong.” And he does so. He wraps up your injuries and leads you to the kitchen, making you a warm cup of sweet peppermint tea. He sits you down on the dining room table, and goes or his room. The home is quiet for a bit before you hear your parents walk back to the dining room, Aizawa and Hizashi sitting on ether side of you.

“Ok little listener, talk to us.” Hizashi’s voice is calm, but fatherly, his right hand gently grabs your own. 

“I….don’t really…know how to….” You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to say it. 

“Ok, do you know…why you’re doing…that?” His hold on your hand gets a little firmer, his thumb tracing your palm.

“Um….well….you guys read my um…file…right..?” Whenever they started fostering you, they were required to read your file, of which stating why you were taken from your parents. It’s just a precaution so if you had ptsd, they would be prepared to handle it.

“Yes kid, we read it.” Aizawa says, tone soft and caring.

“Well…um..I would do…this…there. And now that I’m…here I don’t really know…” 

“How to stop?” Hizashi finished your sentence for you, seeing as you’re barely able to keep yourself from breaking down and crying. You nod, wiping your face with your sleeve. 

“Oh little listener…come here.” Hizashi pulls you into a hug, Shota joining. 

“Sorry dad…” you mumble, oh they hate that the first time you’ve called them that was under this circumstance. 

“Shhhhh, shhh kid it’s ok, it’s not your fault. We’re going to get you some help, ok? It’s ok.” Shota kissed the top of your hair. The rest of the night is spent cuddling with your two fathers in the living room, watching trashy tv and making fun of it. 

“I mean, sure it’s your wedding but damn you could’ve picked something nicer!” You guys were watching some weird off brand pick that dress show, Hizashi and Shota making fun of all the ugly dresses relentlessly, you weren’t focused on it too much, you were sleepy. Eventually you nod off in your father, Shota’s arms, Hizashi laying on you like a weird sandwich cuddle pile. This was…nice…..you could get used to this….

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On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

.

We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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My name is mahmoud

mohammed jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them

Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink

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Any amount you give me will help me a lot, even if it is $10

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You Can Help Hammad Save His Family🍉‼️🫶🏻

VETTED BY ASSOCIATION; Hammad was referred to me through Safaa and her campaign (vetted by 90-ghost)

This campaign is created on behalf of a very valuable and dear friend of mine, Hammad A., who is dealing with devastating tragedy and loss that none of us in the empirical core could possibly begin to imagine.

Hammad is one of the most thoughtful, considerate, and hard-working people I know -- and while he has tried his best to provide for his family under these immensely difficult circumstances, he now needs our help to keep him and his family alive.

Picture this: Your life has been turned upside down instantly; everything you have worked your whole life for -- gone in an instant. Everything you once knew turned to rubble and destruction. Your home, where you grew up and created childhood memories with -- gone. Your job, where you dedicated your energy and effort into building a career you loved -- gone. The most basic necessities we take for granted -- warmth, fresh air, the ability to move around freely and safely -- ripped away from you.

These are only a few of the difficulties that Hammad and his family have been facing for over 464 days. 

As you understand by now, there is only so much resilience the human body can endure, and the urgent need to do anything you can to save your family is the exact reason Hammad has allowed us the opportunity to help him and his family be freed from the immense suffering and stress they currently face.

His tent was recently flooded, damaging the little items that he had after losing everything, and destroying the little shelter he and his family had to protect them against the harsh elements.

Hammad needs your help NOW.

Even the smallest amount is so highly valuable in lifting a margin of stress from the weight of this tragedy off the shoulders of Hammad and his family. Your contributions to these lifesaving funds are invaluable. 

Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.

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I'm so scared to losing my family 💔💔🥺

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For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.

My baby is too little for this bad suffering.

All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏���🚨🚨

The money for evacuation is:

$5000 for me

$5000 for my husband

$2500 for my baby

All remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.

You can donate here

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Support a Family in Need ❤️

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 18% of our goal (€3,509/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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🔗 Donate & share: Donation Link (gofundme.com)

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"Mama, Are We Next?" – The Reality of War on a Family 🥺🍉

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I never thought I’d hear my child ask me, “Mama, are we next?” But here we are.

In Gaza, survival is not guaranteed. Hospitals are gone. Medicine is rare. Clean water is a privilege. But through all the pain, we still believe in kindness.

What We Need to Start Again:

💔 $5,000 for the father.

💔 $5,000 for the mother.

💔 $2,500 for Khaled.

💔 $2,500 for Intesar.

📌 The rest is for the basics of life—shelter, food, and safety.

If you can donate or share, you’re giving us more than money. You’re giving us hope.

💙 Donate here:

or via my sister's PayPal

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Help my family🩸

I am nedaa from the Gaza Strip. In the beginning, we lived for a short time in our house in temporary stability because our country was not a country of stability in the first place due to the ongoing wars on the Strip. My husband had a job and he had a source of income sufficient for us initially. On the seventh day of October, and on this morning, we woke up to... The beginning of this bloody war, shortly after the bombs fell on us and the disappearance of our basic needs of food, water, the necessities of life, pampers and milk, and after the bombing that hit the homes next to us, and after that we were forced to leave the house due to a ground operation and an order to evacuate the homes and the advance of tanks and shooting at us. We went out and my children and I could not. My husband and I wanted to take the most basic needs of blankets, mattresses, clothes, and food due to the lack of transportation during those difficult days. This was in the month of January, when it was winter and bitter cold. We walked long distances and were stranded until after that we were able to reach and flee to the city of Rafah, which was sparsely populated and almost Deprived of life, we were displaced to a place made up of tin, where deadly insects and germs were eating the bodies of our children. There was no water, no food, and nothing of the necessities of life. We struggled to get some food and water, and after a while, due to the severe bombing next to us, we were forced to flee again to the Khan Yunis suburbs. We were displaced inside the Khan Yunis suburbs for more than Once, due to violent bombing and shooting over our heads, we lived in tents made of cloth and wood, and my children lived through difficult days of fear and anxiety due to the intensity of the bombing. We learned during those days that our small house, which we had originally carved out of my father’s house, had been largely destroyed due to the violent bombing, and after several months. Living in tents, high heat, and the bitter cold of winter led to the withdrawal of vehicles from the areas in which we live, and we were able to reach our homes, which we were shocked by at the scene we saw of the horror of destruction caused by that war. We were forced to return to our destroyed home and set up shields to protect us from the elements of nature, and there was nothing there. Among the necessities of life, there is no food or water. The infrastructure was and still is completely destroyed, with sewage in the streets and we cannot bring water except with great difficulty. Now we are exposed to the cold and harsh winter and we need scarves and nylon to cover ourselves from the winter water. Even now we are exposed to shelling, bombs and gunfire. What is the fault of my children, Aysel? And Nidal, they live in this disastrous situation that does not provide them with the simplest basics of life, such as Pampers, milk, and all the necessities of life, and now we are living in a war of exorbitant prices in which we cannot provide the money to buy these needs, and now I am speaking to you, I and my small family are forced to ask for help from you so that we can secure a future. For my children, as we travel outside this country because of the constant wars, do not let us down and do not deprive us of your kindness and generosity.

Nedaa of Abd al-Rahman Nidal Aysel from the Gaza Strip

Thank you all

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look! look im working!! its real!! i started mixing and planning out the rest of dancing☆samurai mv too!!! so responsible, so productive.

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some of my silly ocs, I’ll lore drop on them later at some point trust 😔🙏

Close ups on some of the text:

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.

📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.

😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.

🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸

Together, we can create a better tomorrow. 🌍❤️

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funguary day 1,2 and 3

Mashed 1+2 together for time