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My name is Nour,I live in Gaza🍉 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......🙏🇵🇸

link gofandme...🇵🇸🙏

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

🙏❤️🙏❤️🙏❤️

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

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[yours-truly-ranbean]

Save my baby.

I am Raneen, a mother from Gaza, and my husband, Ahmed.We dreamed of a simple life, a warm home, and a child who would fill our lives with light. But the war stole everything…Our homes were destroyed, our dreams were burned, and all that remained was pain and fear.

I gave birth to my son, Mohammed, amidst the sounds of bombing and the smell of death.But he was born to begin a greater suffering…

He developed severe lung infections due to the toxic gases that fill the air in Gaza.Every moment that passes steals his life…and every breath he takes is a struggle between life and death.

The doctors told us we had only one option to save him: an urgent and complex surgery to save his life.

But we are helpless… we don't even have the money for bread, so how can we afford this expensive operation?

I knocked on people's doors… I begged… I cried… I screamed from the heart of a mother broken by her son's weakness, but no one answered. Now, I appeal to you from the heart of a mother who is burning every moment:

Please save my child.

This is his last chance. If it's lost, everything will be lost.I swear to you, my child is dying in my arms, and I have nothing but prayers and compassionate hearts.

I beg you, my friend, my child needs your help. Please donate me a little.

There's no time left, my friend. My child needs your help. Please donate and share.

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[yours-truly-ranbean]

Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

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Thank you 🤍

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❗This pain 😖will end one day.We will heal our wounds 🤕and move forward. 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

Just as I struggled with my husband before to build my family and home, I will rebuild my family and home again.

I am Ayat Hamdan,

a mother of four children.

I know I am burdening you with a request for help, but all doors have been closed in front of us.

We returned from displacement... only to find my house completely destroyed and burned.

Now, my family and I are homeless. I lost my small project, and my husband lost his job because of this war.

We no longer own anything, except for our hope in God and your compassionate hearts.💖

My children are suffering from severe malnutrition and lack of medicine; their teeth and bones can no longer bear the pain.

And now we are in a danger zone, threatened with evacuation, as shells fall near us, and we cannot flee due to the high cost of transportation.

We barely receive donations of $5, which is hardly enough for a loaf of bread for my little daughter. Our situation has become pitiable. If each of you donates $25, it will make a difference for my devastated family.

hearts.

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$20 will help improve my father's situation by providing him with some milk and diapers, and I was born in the war shelters.

https://gofund.me/9f876df8

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Save my life.please!! 🙏🏻🍉💔

Hello, I am Marah from Gaza, I am 23 years old, studying at Al-Azhar University.

I am writing these words after deep thought, as the urgent need to save me and my family is beyond my ability to bear.

I would like to add that I am studying law, and I aspire to become a valuable lawyer in my country.

I wish my days were better and that I would not live in a war deprived of my most basic rights.

But the war came and destroyed all our dreams and ambitions.

We had a supermarket and my brother worked in it and our life was very happy, but it was completely destroyed and now we have no source of income.

My mother also suffers from an enlarged thyroid gland and diabetes, and because of what we are going through we cannot provide her with any treatment, and her condition is getting worse.

My father also had a stroke because he heard about the loss of our relatives, and he also lost our home. He worked all his life to build his life's home. We suffer from diseases and lack of clean water.

We are living death.

Please help me protect and help my brother, my family and my cat to restore life and hope to them. Every donation, even if it’s just $5, can make a difference. It means so much to us and our child. Please reshape their lives with love and safety, and help build new hope in them.

It makes a difference in helping me save my family.

I feel so sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know this is a tough ask, but I also know that there is still humanity and conscience and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this very difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to ask me!

My sincere regards and thank you.

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My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭

After we were besieged in Rafah for more than four days, the tent was demolished over my heads, my children, and my husband, and we were able to miraculously escape. For those whose story of escape was not complete, because they were able to capture my husband and he is now their prisoner after he was injured in his feet from the bombing. My child was also exposed to danger and underwent a difficult surgical operation that failed. My family is now without a father, without a breadwinner for us, in light of this war and this catastrophic famine. I cannot provide food and drink for my children, nor can I provide treatment for my sick child. Please help us by donating to save us from danger.

Please donate now

I want to thank every person with a humane heart who helped me and my children. I hope you continue to donate to my family.

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For the first time in months… I finally ate meat. But not the kind you’re thinking of… it was sea turtle meat 🐢.

I never imagined I would ever say that, but hunger broke us — it crushed me and my little boy Hamoud . He cried from hunger, and I had nothing… so I cooked what we could find, something I never dreamed of touching, just to keep him alive 💔. Can you imagine a mother cooking sea turtle meat over fire in a torn tent, just to stop her child’s pain?😭😭

This isn’t survival anymore… it’s humiliation. What hurts more is that so many of you disappeared — those who promised to help, those who once donated and never looked back. The bakeries are gone, clean water is gone, electricity is gone, and hope is fading… and now, so are you. I’m not asking for luxury — I’m asking for mercy. My child doesn’t deserve to eat what should never be eaten. No mother should be forced to make these choices

I still believe someone out there will feel this, someone will act, someone will care — even just a little 🙏

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. The donation link is in my bio. Or here

Or via PayPal

Please, before I’m forced to cook something even worse. Help me feed my child with dignity… not with tears… not with shame… not with sea turtle meat.😭😭😭😭😭😭

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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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Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

I buried my brothers with my own hands, I washed my mother with my tears, I saw my father burning and I couldn't put out the fire. Today, I'm waiting for my turn. 😭💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

Share my campaign 🙏

Thank you 🤍

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‼️Hello everyone ‼️

I am really in a very bad situation, but I am here asking for help. Please do not turn me away. Here is a new donation link. I have prepared it again because my old link was closed by the program and half of the donations went to their owners again.

My husband never works and we buy all our supplies for me and my young children from this link which has been closed😔💔

Speaking of opening the Rafah land crossing, I want to collect the amount that I can use to secure my family and children to leave Gaza to safety because the Israeli army has no safety again. I ask you to help us. Donate any amount. Everything you donate is for my children and their future.

Thank you all for continuing to read and I hope you donate 🙏❤️

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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🆘 This is me. This is my voice. Please help us. 🚫

In Gaza, we are screaming for help — but the world feels silent. 🌍😔

This image shows exactly what it feels like: we are begging, crying, shouting…

and no one seems to hear us. But you can. 🙏

I am a mother 👩‍👦. My husband and my child were injured in Israeli airstrikes 💔. Now my son is lying in a hospital bed, in pain 😢.

He urgently needs medical care 🏥 and healthy food 🍲 — things we no longer have in Gaza.

I am trying to raise enough money 💵 to get him out of Gaza for life-saving treatment ✈️. Please — don’t scroll past. Help me. Help my son. ❤️‍🩹

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

💸 Donate if you can. 📢 Share if you can’t. 🤝 But please, don’t stay silent.

✅️My campaign is vetted by el-shab-hussein& Nabulsi's, my number verified on the list is ( #355)✅️ 👇

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This is not just a photo it’s our daily reality in Gaza.

I am a father of five, living under the harshest conditions imaginable. My children go to bed hungry most nights, and I feel helpless watching them suffer. There is no food, no clean water, and no safety.

I myself am injured from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is deteriorating. I’m in pain, physically and emotionally. I want to provide for my children, to see them smile again, to give them a warm meal — even just one.

What’s happening here is not a natural disaster. It is forced starvation. It is the slow death of innocent people, especially children, because they are being denied food and aid.

Your donation can change everything for us. Even a small amount can feed my family for a day. It can help me get medicine, water, and the bare essentials to survive.

Please, if you have anything to give, I ask you to open your heart.

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

💔 Don’t look away. Help us survive.

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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