โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.โ
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Omar's father needs help. I am helping to collect money through paypal, as gofundme takes a larger fee and takes longer to transfer the money.
Omar's campaign has been shared by @90-ghost
paypal.me/xanadoodle
As I am collecting money for others as well, please add in the notes if the donation is for Omar
$0/1150
Stop, please๐โ๐จ
My name is Hanin from Gaza, a mother of two children, Mohammed, four years old, and Abdul Rahman, one and a half years old.
We have been suffering from the war for more than 560 days.
My children are suffering from hunger because of the closure of the crossings.
We have been displaced dozens of times.
We fled from the missiles and bombs that were above us. I lost many of my relatives under the rubble due to missiles and the bombing of houses.
I now live in a tent that does not protect us from the cold or the heat. My children sleep on the sand. We have no source of livelihood.
We lost our jobs, our homes, and our lives were destroyed. Please help my family.
Do not leave us to die in Gaza.
Hanin Mohammed
Welcome to Our Community! ๐ค๐ป
Thank you for your continued support of the Palestinian cause and Gaza. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, but with your solidarity, we can move forward toward hope and freedom. Here, we will share our stories and challenges, and we look forward to building a strong community that supports each other during these tough times.
Together, we can make a difference. Thank you again for all your support.๐๐๐
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Cry for Help from Beneath the Rubble
No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury.Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.
Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness.To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, donโt leave us alone in this suffering.
please consider helping ghada's family (@ghadah-almadhoun). ghada has been trying to raise funds for her and her family for many months now but their campaign has been progressing very slowly. they are receiving roughly one donation every couple of days- this isn't nearly enough for them to be able to sustain themselves on. ghada has already lost her husband because of the violence and suffering that israel has inflicted upon palestine, and she and her children need our help to continue to survive. the currency for this campaign is in AUD, so please keep in mind that if you're in the U.S your money will go particularly far. $10 USD= $16 AUD.
ghada's campaign has been vetted and shared here (no. 330) gofundme link here
let's help this wonderful family as much as we can!
Save our lives ๐จ๐จ
โEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโฆ and I die in this war.โ ๐ญ๐
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? ๐ญ
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 himโฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโฆ only my fear. ๐
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.๐
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. ๐
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 ๐
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husbandโฆ 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.๐ญ
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. ๐๐ญ
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 ๐
Thank you ๐ค
I am Widad from Gaza we live in difficult situations amid the bombing and destruction or you came help us ๐ต๐ธ๐
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Cry for Help from Beneath the Rubble
No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury.Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.
Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness.To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, donโt leave us alone in this suffering.
๐จ My Mom is on the Edge โ Save Her Life Before It's Too Late! ๐จ
I write these words with a heavy heart and a heavy heart. My mother, a symbol of tenderness and giving, is now suffering from unbearable pain, as she suffers from deadly blood cysts on her liver that threaten her life at every moment. The situation has become like an endless nightmare; every minute that passes brings us closer to eternal separation.
The hospital is asking for $3,789 to perform the urgent surgery, and these amounts seem unattainable in these circumstances that turn our lives into a continuous battle against death. I see the pain in her eyes, and the tears running down her cheeks, and I can only beg you with all my hope: Help me save my mother, as every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death.
This appeal comes from the depths of the heart, filled with sadness and tears, and I appeal to every kind soul to give us a second chance, a chance to keep our mother among us. If you can't donate, please share this message with everyone you know; you may be able to help save her life before it's too late.
My mom needs you now, more than ever... Please help me face these dark moments before death snatches her away from us.โค๏ธ๐
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Save us before it's too late.๐จ Please help me. Don't leave us to die alone. Our lives are in your hands. ๐จ
My name is Suheila, a mother of five children.
We are living under extremely difficult conditions. Right now, we are trapped under heavy bombardment all around us.
Every passing moment is a threat to our lives.
I am pleading with you from the bottom of my heartโplease donate and help us relocate to safety.
Our area has now been declared a ghost zone, which means the danger is beyond words.
Please donโt leave us to die in silence.
My husband Shadi was injured during the war, his condition is critical, and he urgently needs treatment abroad.
But we donโt have the money or a way to get out of here.
I beg you, save my family, save my childrenโsave us before itโs too late.
Our lives are in your hands.
We are not just numbers on the news........
We are a real familyโchildren who want to live, a mother whoโs trying to protect them, a father who is injured and in pain.
Our home is no longer safe. Our nights are filled with fear and the sound of bombs.
I cry silently every night, wondering if weโll survive till the morning.
Please, donโt scroll past our suffering.
Even the smallest donation could mean shelter, food, medicine, or a way to escape this nightmare.
Weโve lost everythingโbut we havenโt lost hope in people like you.
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Hello ๐
I am Haifa from Gaza ๐ต๐ธ
Palestine, mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food. We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent and my children shiver from the cold ๐ฅถ
My son Yousef, 8 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely.
Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please your donation and help will mean a lot we have tragedies that need you don't ignore me
https://gofund.me/f4012f59
A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#356)โ ๏ธ
Hello ๐
I am Haifa from Gaza ๐ต๐ธ
Palestine, mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food. We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent and my children shiver from the cold ๐ฅถ
My son Yousef, 8 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely.
Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please your donation and help will mean a lot we have tragedies that need you don't ignore me
https://gofund.me/f4012f59
A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#356)โ ๏ธ
๐ฟ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story ๐ฟ
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 shatteredโwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborโs 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 everythingโour 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 familyโs 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.
๐ Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. ๐
The war has returned, and the smell of death is everywhere.
The bombing and missiles never stop, There is no more food, drink, or even a safe place to sleep.
Even the internet connection has been cut off, and I am no longer able to share my story with you.
My loyal friends, please donate even a small amount and share my posts to reach donors.
I need you by my side. You are my only hope, Help me save my family from death and get out of Gaza to live in a safe place.
Hello๐Helping Hani's family and Wassim's family to survive ๐๐ Hani's family consists of 5 members, his wife and three children. The occupation destroyed our beautiful home and our source of livelihood. We have been living homeless and I have been seriously injured in my feet since March 7, 2023 until this moment, and I have not been treated. I live on painkillers only, and I need an artificial joint. And the second family, which is the Wassim family consisting of 7 members, I am a university student and I did not finish my education because of the war on Gaza, my dream was to be an engineer, but my university was destroyed, I am in charge About my family because my father suffers from a lot of envelopes in his back and my brother needs an urgent eye operation,
we live in a tent that has become torn since the beginning of the war on Gaza We have been displaced repeatedly to different places in Gaza to find safety We both families suffer from food shortages due to the closure of the crossings Food and medicine have become expensive
We need your help and donations, your donation helps the two families and other families to survive Thank you everyone who participates and contributes to our campaign๐ต๐ธ๐
โ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #99 ) โ
Hello๐Helping Hani's family and Wassim's family to survive ๐๐ Hani's family consists of 5 members, his wife and three children. The occupation destroyed our beautiful home and our source of livelihood. We have been living homeless and I have been seriously injured in my feet since March 7, 2023 until this moment, and I have not been treated. I live on painkillers only, and I need an artificial joint. And the second family, which is the Wassim family consisting of 7 members, I am a university student and I did not finish my education because of the war on Gaza, my dream was to be an engineer, but my university was destroyed, I am in charge About my family because my father suffers from a lot of envelopes in his back and my brother needs an urgent eye operation,
we live in a tent that has become torn since the beginning of the war on Gaza We have been displaced repeatedly to different places in Gaza to find safety We both families suffer from food shortages due to the closure of the crossings Food and medicine have become expensive
We need your help and donations, your donation helps the two families and other families to survive Thank you everyone who participates and contributes to our campaign๐ต๐ธ๐
โ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #99 ) โ
๐จ My Mom is on the Edge โ Save Her Life Before It's Too Late! ๐จ
I write these words with a heavy heart and a heavy heart. My mother, a symbol of tenderness and giving, is now suffering from unbearable pain, as she suffers from deadly blood cysts on her liver that threaten her life at every moment. The situation has become like an endless nightmare; every minute that passes brings us closer to eternal separation.
The hospital is asking for $3,789 to perform the urgent surgery, and these amounts seem unattainable in these circumstances that turn our lives into a continuous battle against death. I see the pain in her eyes, and the tears running down her cheeks, and I can only beg you with all my hope: Help me save my mother, as every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death.
This appeal comes from the depths of the heart, filled with sadness and tears, and I appeal to every kind soul to give us a second chance, a chance to keep our mother among us. If you can't donate, please share this message with everyone you know; you may be able to help save her life before it's too late.
My mom needs you now, more than ever... Please help me face these dark moments before death snatches her away from us.โค๏ธ๐
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Save our lives โผ๏ธ๐จ
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." ๐ญ๐
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. ๐ญ
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. ๐๐
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. ๐ญ๐ญ
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.
โI am Wissamโฆ I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I donโt 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. ๐ญ๐
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. ๐๐ญ
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. ๐ญ๐ญ
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. ๐
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.๐ญ๐
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Stop, please๐โ๐จ
My name is Hanin from Gaza, a mother of two children, Mohammed, four years old, and Abdul Rahman, one and a half years old.
We have been suffering from the war for more than 560 days.
My children are suffering from hunger because of the closure of the crossings.
We have been displaced dozens of times.
We fled from the missiles and bombs that were above us. I lost many of my relatives under the rubble due to missiles and the bombing of houses.
I now live in a tent that does not protect us from the cold or the heat. My children sleep on the sand. We have no source of livelihood.
We lost our jobs, our homes, and our lives were destroyed. Please help my family.
Do not leave us to die in Gaza.
Hanin Mohammed
๐ฅบ๐Don't leave us if we need you, my heart is in pain๐
Hello my friends I am really not well The army withdrew from my area and left behind destruction and devastation. They displaced us, destroyed us, killed us and robbed us of our future. Unfortunately, my suffering is great and my tragedy cannot be tolerated by stones.
Please don't leave me I still need you Donate to rebuild my home and my children's future Save us
Save our life !!โค๏ธ๐ฅน
Hello again, I am Ahmed Mazen Hammad from Gaza, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now and we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 9 times,
every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of โโโโforced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,
We never imagined that a day would come when we would live all this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer around, I was left alone!! I search for salvation from death, I fear death and I fear it and I fear losing my father, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams and ambitions and the life you planned and depart from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,
I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??
In addition, my father has a very serious illness, he had a stroke, liver disease and other things that I lost, and I also lost my mother a month ago. My father needs care due to chronic diseases and lack of treatment, and his condition is getting worse, and I am the only one who takes care of her, so I am really afraid of losing and I do not want to lose, because I lost a big part of my family, my home, my work and my entire previous life.
Look at my father ๐ Our life is very painful I fear losing my father and living alone
Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful ๐
We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet
I do not want to die!! ๐ฅบ
Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible
Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please
My father faced death and surgeries because of the diseases he committed. Please I cannot live without my father. He has been my refuge after the death of my mother. Please donate to me so that I can provide for my fatherโs needs so that he can stay by my side.๐๐ป
You will not be the reason for my father's death or anything bad to happen. Please donate to save my father. If every person who donates will help me provide for my father's needs and provide him with the necessary medicine.
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Save my father please โผ๏ธ๐จ
My friend, don't make me say goodbye to my father. ๐ญ The only thing left of my family. A month and a half ago, I lost my mother, who was taking her last breaths. ๐ญ๐ I don't want my father to let his last breaths be in front of my eyes, just like I lost my mother. ๐ญ๐ญ When I lost my mother, I had no choice, and now I have no choice but to lose my father. ๐ญ๐ญ I don't want my father to die. The matter seems very difficult for him. Do you imagine what I mean, my friend?
I can't write these words, I bleed while writing this, I can't describe and I scream at the doctors and tell them I don't want my father to die, but no one is with me, and my father is independent in intensive care, and his body is completely covered with wires and electronic devices inside the intensive care, and my father lives on artificial oxygen, and his swollen eyes ask me for help ๐๐ญ๐ญ and I have nothing but pain and tears ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
My father is sick with Sultan's disease and hepatitis, and they told me that either you pay to get a battery for the heart machine, or we will remove your father's oxygen and take him out of intensive care, and he will die immediately. ๐ญ๐๐ญ
My friend, please, I am begging you. Can you imagine what it means to my father and the pain inside me? Can you imagine the life I am living? My friend, your donation will save the life of a human being like us, just like each other. We must help each other, my friend.
Can you imagine my father's life shattered and trapped between death or life, just a number on a piece of paper, and my father needs your donation to save his life? ๐ญ๐๐ป
I haven't slept for days because of the conditions of saving my father. I see my father at the door of intensive care surrounded by machines and wires. My eyes are tearing up because I can't save my father and he is breathing with difficulty. I am afraid. Will this be my last day? ๐ญ๐ญ
Will my life become dark after my father's departure? ๐ญ๐ Will I continue to imagine my father in front of my eyes during his departure? ๐ญ๐ญ Imagine? Imagine?
When I hold my father's hand, I feel warmth and tenderness because there is no one in my family but my father, and I lost my sisters and everyone who cares about me, but my father is in danger and his last hours could be in a few minutes, my friend, donate when you see this, please, please, the matter is urgent ๐ญ๐ญ
I don't ask much from you. I just want my father to live and be my support. I want him to hug me and feel his warmth and tenderness and make up for the loss of my family.๐ญ๐๐ป
I beg you please my friend please help my father don't let my father go don't let my life be dark I have no one but my father please donate please my friend save my father ๐๐ป
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Help me so that I can rubble my father from his serious illness ๐จ
I am Omar Mazen Rabah Hammad, I am 18 years old, with my father Omar, my father is 64, my father has Sultan's disease. I live alone. I lost my family and I live with my father. I am afraid of losing my father. We have lost many members of our family and my father suffers from many diseases. If I don't help my parents, I will lose my parents. I'm afraid I'll lose my parents and stay alone. ๐โน๏ธ
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my parents. I'm younger, if I lose my brother I'll be alone at the beginning of my youth. I hope everyone stands with us. This has ruined our lives and destroyed my father with a disease that is getting worse with this war. I lost most of my family ๐๐
We suffer a lot in our lives here, no water, no healthy food, everything here needs money, and we don't have money. We had shops and we spent and live, but destroy everything there will be nothing left, my father needs medicine every three days and I won't be able to help my father's situation is bad, we need your help, support and donations so that we can overcome the purchase of medicine and food and we want to live as peacefully as we can, but my father is sick and unable to walk. We need money so that I can ruin my father, ๐๐ป
But unfortunately, our house was destroyed in this war and we are now living in tents, Dilapidated โน๏ธ
Now we live in dilapidated tents my father is unable to walk
we are no longer able to provide the bare necessities of life
My familyโs future has been completely destroyed and I can no longer live in Gaza. I want to leave it and treat my parents outside the Gaza Strip, so I need $5,000 per person.
I hope that everyone who watches my story will help me get out of Gaza and find a better treatment and life for my father and family.
I'm asking for help and,I hope you help me and donate to me to save my life from death
Donate, even if it's $20
โI hope you can donate even $20, it will save my father's life โค๏ธ๐
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Donate to me please ๐
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Thank you all ๐๐ต๐ธ
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I'm Omar, my father
My friend, please save my father. It's on my deathbed, my father's bad condition. I can't do anything I hope you can help us, my friend. Please. ๐๐๐ฅบโน๏ธ
I try to ask others for money, no one wants to help me. I'm so frustrated. I can't help my father from death ๐
I'm afraid to lose my parents, please help me ๐๐
My father is now in the hospital, and we need money to be able to have my father's operations๐๐
We don't have enough money to do all this. I'm helpless, my friend, I'm afraid to lose my parents. Please help me and send me money so I can provide all this for my parents. Please, please. ๐๐โน๏ธ๐
Please donate with your donation my father will save my friend I am afraid to lose my father please donate to us your donation contributes to saving my remaining father from the rest of my family ๐๐
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Thank you all ๐๐ต๐ธ
Omar's father needs help. I am helping to collect money through paypal, as gofundme takes a larger fee and takes longer to transfer the money.
Omar's campaign has been shared by @90-ghost
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As I am collecting money for others as well, please add in the notes if the donation is for Omar
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My children are starving. They cry themselves to sleep every nightโ not because theyโre tired, but because they are hungry.
There is no food to give them. No clean water. No medicine. No way to keep them safe.
I am a mother in Gaza. I have nothing left but my words, and I am using them now to beg you:
Please. Help us. Feed us. Save us. Donโt let my children be next.
Donate whatever you can. A small act of kindness can keep a child alive another day.
Please Donate now:๐๐ ๐
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Mohammed is dying in my arms... and I can't save him ๐
How does a father cope with the moment when he sees his child slipping from his grasp, suffocating in front of him, trembling, groaning in pain, while he can do nothing but cry? How do I bear Mohammed's gaze as he stares at me with eyes filled with fear, silently asking, "Father, why are you letting me die?" And I have no answer. All I have is my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of saving him.
My son is dying in front of me.His breathing is fading. His body is trembling. His eyes are fading.
And the doctors are looking at me with merciless looks: "Either surgery immediately... or prepare to say goodbye."
His goodbye? How can a father hear those words and live? How can I stand helpless and watch my child slip through my fingers, knowing there is a chance to save him, but it isn't mine?
Mohammed is suffering from severe lung infections, and his tiny body can no longer resist. He needs urgent surgery, but I am poor, destitute, and unable to afford life. How can money be the barrier between me and saving my child? How can I accept that disability is the reason I lose him?
I feel like I'm living an endless nightmare... trapped in a moment that repeats itself mercilessly, a moment in which I see him in pain, unable to do anything. Don't let me bury him, knowing that I could have saved him if only a compassionate hand had reached out to me.
Please, don't let him die.Don't let my shroud be in my little one's hands.Don't let his voice fade forever while you still have a chance to save him.
Every passing minute steals him further from me... every moment brings me closer to disaster. Any support, any sharing, any heart that moves to save him could mean the difference between life and death for my child.
๐ Please... Save Mohammed before his name is written among the departed... before this plea turns into an elegy. ๐
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Mohammed is dying in my arms... and I can't save him ๐
How does a father cope with the moment when he sees his child slipping from his grasp, suffocating in front of him, trembling, groaning in pain, while he can do nothing but cry? How do I bear Mohammed's gaze as he stares at me with eyes filled with fear, silently asking, "Father, why are you letting me die?" And I have no answer. All I have is my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of saving him.
My son is dying in front of me.His breathing is fading. His body is trembling. His eyes are fading.
And the doctors are looking at me with merciless looks: "Either surgery immediately... or prepare to say goodbye."
His goodbye? How can a father hear those words and live? How can I stand helpless and watch my child slip through my fingers, knowing there is a chance to save him, but it isn't mine?
Mohammed is suffering from severe lung infections, and his tiny body can no longer resist. He needs urgent surgery, but I am poor, destitute, and unable to afford life. How can money be the barrier between me and saving my child? How can I accept that disability is the reason I lose him?
I feel like I'm living an endless nightmare... trapped in a moment that repeats itself mercilessly, a moment in which I see him in pain, unable to do anything. Don't let me bury him, knowing that I could have saved him if only a compassionate hand had reached out to me.
Please, don't let him die.Don't let my shroud be in my little one's hands.Don't let his voice fade forever while you still have a chance to save him.
Every passing minute steals him further from me... every moment brings me closer to disaster. Any support, any sharing, any heart that moves to save him could mean the difference between life and death for my child.
๐ Please... Save Mohammed before his name is written among the departed... before this plea turns into an elegy. ๐
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Vetted by @bilal-salah0
#SaveMohammed
#Don'tLetHimDie
#MyChildIsDyingBeforeMyEyes
#Mohammed'sLifeIsATrust
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Mohammed is dying in my arms... and I can't save him ๐
How does a father cope with the moment when he sees his child slipping from his grasp, suffocating in front of him, trembling, groaning in pain, while he can do nothing but cry? How do I bear Mohammed's gaze as he stares at me with eyes filled with fear, silently asking, "Father, why are you letting me die?" And I have no answer. All I have is my tears falling down his little face, as if they're an apology for not being a father capable of saving him.
My son is dying in front of me.His breathing is fading. His body is trembling. His eyes are fading.
And the doctors are looking at me with merciless looks: "Either surgery immediately... or prepare to say goodbye."
His goodbye? How can a father hear those words and live? How can I stand helpless and watch my child slip through my fingers, knowing there is a chance to save him, but it isn't mine?
Mohammed is suffering from severe lung infections, and his tiny body can no longer resist. He needs urgent surgery, but I am poor, destitute, and unable to afford life. How can money be the barrier between me and saving my child? How can I accept that disability is the reason I lose him?
I feel like I'm living an endless nightmare... trapped in a moment that repeats itself mercilessly, a moment in which I see him in pain, unable to do anything. Don't let me bury him, knowing that I could have saved him if only a compassionate hand had reached out to me.
Please, don't let him die.Don't let my shroud be in my little one's hands.Don't let his voice fade forever while you still have a chance to save him.
Every passing minute steals him further from me... every moment brings me closer to disaster. Any support, any sharing, any heart that moves to save him could mean the difference between life and death for my child.
๐ Please... Save Mohammed before his name is written among the departed... before this plea turns into an elegy. ๐
Verified : @90-ghost
Vetted by @bilal-salah0
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#Don'tLetHimDie
#MyChildIsDyingBeforeMyEyes
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