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Gaza, once a vibrant and bustling city, has been reduced to rubble and devastation as a result of Israel’s ongoing war on the Strip. This video reveals harrowing scenes of destruction, showing a city eerily devoid of life.

More than 55,000 Palestinians — most of them civilians, including women and children — have been killed. Thousands more have been displaced after Israeli airstrikes levelled their homes

We are one of those families.

Our home was destroyed, and we’ve been displaced seven times, living through some of the harshest and most painful days imaginable. As I write this, my family and I — including our children — can barely find enough to eat. Even bread has become a dream. When we do find a little, we give it to the children, because it is too expensive and so rarely available.

There is no food. No medicine. No safety.

Death and bombing are constant — every day brings more than a hundred martyrs, many of whom die simply trying to reach the so-called “aid distribution points,” which have become death traps.

And beyond the horrors of hunger, siege, and destruction, there’s another deep wound that has been neglected: education.

Our children have now lost two full school years. What future awaits them in a world where they are denied even the right to learn?

My family is trying to rebuild what little we can. We are making every effort to get our children back into school — despite the high costs — because we cannot bear to see them lose another year.

They deserve a future. They deserve a chance.

This is our campaign, and this is our full story.

We ask for your support and donations, from the bottom of our hearts.

Thank you.

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Our school day almost turned into our funeral.

We were walking home from school — me, my three siblings, and my father — taking the usual 12-kilometer journey under the sun, through rubble and danger.

Suddenly… an explosion.

A missile hit a tent right in front of us.

Adam and Sarah screamed. I froze.

My father shouted, “Run!”

I grabbed my siblings’ hands and we ran through smoke and blood, tripping over stones… and body parts.

We made it home in silence.

My father sat alone.

He didn’t speak, but we knew something inside him had collapsed.

Just a month ago, he made a decision:

We wouldn’t stay in a dirty tent waiting for sympathy.

He said to my mother, “We’ll rent a house. We’ll live with dignity... even if no one hears us.”

He sent us to school — in war, under bombs, with no food — just so we could have a future.

And now…

He stays up every night trying to get our voice to reach you. (you can read more about it here & here)

He doesn’t tell us how hard it is. But we can see it.

In his silence.

In his tired eyes.

In how he still wakes up after an hour of sleep to walk us back and forth from school.

We haven't paid the rent. The school is asking for fees. There’s no flour. No water. No peace.

That’s why I’m the one writing now.

I’m his daughter. This is my message.

Maybe someone will hear me. Maybe someone’s heart will move.

Please… help my father, even with something small.

So he doesn't fall while trying to keep us standing.

So we can live with dignity — — not despair.

GoFundMe for the children's schooling: GazaVetters #644 .

Donation link

— Layan❤️‍🩹

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By June 11, we’ll be evicted if we don’t pay $900. I have four children. Their education will stop too. We have nowhere else to go—only a tent in the street, under bombing and disease. We left the tent to stand strong, not to return defeated. Please help us hold on. Donate now for our children's future and don't ignore it. For the sake of humanity 💔 don’t leave us alone in this injustice.

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A final signal. Gaza is completely cut off from the world—no internet, no connection—and Israel is blocking every attempt to reconnect, targeting anyone who tries. Now Iran is being bombed and the region stands on the brink of explosion while we remain trapped in deadly silence. If this message reaches you, it may be our last chance. Help us secure a safe home and education for our children❤️‍🩹 Don’t let Gaza disappear in silence.

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By June 11, we’ll be evicted if we don’t pay $900. I have four children. Their education will stop too. We have nowhere else to go—only a tent in the street, under bombing and disease. We left the tent to stand strong, not to return defeated. Please help us hold on. Donate now for our children's future and don't ignore it. For the sake of humanity 💔 don’t leave us alone in this injustice.

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Our school day almost turned into our funeral.

We were walking home from school — me, my three siblings, and my father — taking the usual 12-kilometer journey under the sun, through rubble and danger.

Suddenly… an explosion.

A missile hit a tent right in front of us.

Adam and Sarah screamed. I froze.

My father shouted, “Run!”

I grabbed my siblings’ hands and we ran through smoke and blood, tripping over stones… and body parts.

We made it home in silence.

My father sat alone.

He didn’t speak, but we knew something inside him had collapsed.

Just a month ago, he made a decision:

We wouldn’t stay in a dirty tent waiting for sympathy.

He said to my mother, “We’ll rent a house. We’ll live with dignity... even if no one hears us.”

He sent us to school — in war, under bombs, with no food — just so we could have a future.

And now…

He stays up every night trying to get our voice to reach you. (you can read more about it here & here)

He doesn’t tell us how hard it is. But we can see it.

In his silence.

In his tired eyes.

In how he still wakes up after an hour of sleep to walk us back and forth from school.

We haven't paid the rent. The school is asking for fees. There’s no flour. No water. No peace.

That’s why I’m the one writing now.

I’m his daughter. This is my message.

Maybe someone will hear me. Maybe someone’s heart will move.

Please… help my father, even with something small.

So he doesn't fall while trying to keep us standing.

So we can live with dignity — — not despair.

GoFundMe for the children's schooling: GazaVetters #644 .

Donation link

— Layan❤️‍🩹

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Our school day almost turned into our funeral.

We were walking home from school — me, my three siblings, and my father — taking the usual 12-kilometer journey under the sun, through rubble and danger.

Suddenly… an explosion.

A missile hit a tent right in front of us.

Adam and Sarah screamed. I froze.

My father shouted, “Run!”

I grabbed my siblings’ hands and we ran through smoke and blood, tripping over stones… and body parts.

We made it home in silence.

My father sat alone.

He didn’t speak, but we knew something inside him had collapsed.

Just a month ago, he made a decision:

We wouldn’t stay in a dirty tent waiting for sympathy.

He said to my mother, “We’ll rent a house. We’ll live with dignity... even if no one hears us.”

He sent us to school — in war, under bombs, with no food — just so we could have a future.

And now…

He stays up every night trying to get our voice to reach you. (you can read more about it here & here)

He doesn’t tell us how hard it is. But we can see it.

In his silence.

In his tired eyes.

In how he still wakes up after an hour of sleep to walk us back and forth from school.

We haven't paid the rent. The school is asking for fees. There’s no flour. No water. No peace.

That’s why I’m the one writing now.

I’m his daughter. This is my message.

Maybe someone will hear me. Maybe someone’s heart will move.

Please… help my father, even with something small.

So he doesn't fall while trying to keep us standing.

So we can live with dignity — — not despair.

GoFundMe for the children's schooling: GazaVetters #644 .

Donation link

— Layan❤️‍🩹

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Frankly and briefly, the situation in Gaza cannot be written about in a mere post or expressed in a mere picture or video clip. The situation in Gaza is more like an end-of-the-world movie, but this movie is titled The End of Gaza!!

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I am Alaa… Can you hear me?

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

Donation link

From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.

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4 Types of guys I will not date:

1. Guys who are in love with love They are obsessed with the feeling of being in love than the person they're with. They chase the honeymoon phase, the high of attention and connection but when the relationship becomes real they check out. It's not about you, it's about their addiction to fantasy and when they are done with you, they will jump to someone else

2. Guys who want a wife This sounds good on paper until you realize they don’t care who the wife is. They’re in a rush to plug someone into a role, not build a life with a specific person. These guys want the optics of commitment without the emotional maturity or compatibility required to sustain one. A man who wants to get married < a man who wants to marry you

3. Guys who want kids These guys aren't necessarily looking for a deep connection with a partner—they just want the title of "parent" or the idealistic perception, not really about being a father. It’s more about the next step in their life plan than the emotional bond that should come with it. A man who wants to be a father > a man who wants kids

4. Guys who don’t love themselves, so they’re looking for love outside of themselves These people are searching for validation, comfort, security from others because they haven't learned to give those things to themselves first. They look for relationships to fill the emptiness or fix their own internal struggles. Without self love, any love they find is only a temporary fix

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After writing this, I realized that these are typically all the same type of guy. Also this should have been gender neutral cause it applies to everyone