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‼️ From a Wounded Father... To Your Hearts ‼️

My name is Musab,

and I’m a father of three beautiful daughters:

Alma, Lama, and Lina — innocent souls living through fire and fear.

War destroyed our home, my health, and our livelihood.

I was seriously injured in my shoulder and had surgery,

but now I urgently need a second operation —

and I can’t even afford to feed my daughters.

My little girl Lama has metal implants (platinum) in her tiny body after being injured — she still needs medical care.

Meanwhile, famine is spreading in Gaza, and I have nothing left but this plea.

From a broken father's heart… Please, don’t turn away.

My daughters are hungry.

My home is gone.

I’m in pain — and they are starving.

If you can't donate, please share.

Your voice could be the reason someone hears us.

From a father in Gaza — thank you for reading,

thank you for caring,

thank you for not turning away.

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Danny is a Chemistry teacher at Gotham Academy. His favorite student is Tim. He shocks the students by teaching and creating a Fear Antitoxin for the kids to learn as part of their curriculum.

"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."

The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?

I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.

How long before my son becomes another X-ray? Another hashtag? Another number?

If you're reading this, you have power — power to share, power to donate, power to care.

Help me get my son out. Help save him before it’s too late. Gaza’s children are not targets. They are lives. They are futures. Please don’t look away

Please Donate now:👇👇 👇

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Donate to Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Family from War in Gaza, organized by Ghazal Naseer

‎‏Dear friends, ‎‏My name is Ghazal Naseer, from pales… Ghazal Naseer needs your support for Join Us in Our Struggle: Save Our Famil

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

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‼️ From a Wounded Father... To Your Hearts ‼️

My name is Musab,

and I’m a father of three beautiful daughters:

Alma, Lama, and Lina — innocent souls living through fire and fear.

War destroyed our home, my health, and our livelihood.

I was seriously injured in my shoulder and had surgery,

but now I urgently need a second operation —

and I can’t even afford to feed my daughters.

My little girl Lama has metal implants (platinum) in her tiny body after being injured — she still needs medical care.

Meanwhile, famine is spreading in Gaza, and I have nothing left but this plea.

From a broken father's heart… Please, don’t turn away.

My daughters are hungry.

My home is gone.

I’m in pain — and they are starving.

If you can't donate, please share.

Your voice could be the reason someone hears us.

From a father in Gaza — thank you for reading,

thank you for caring,

thank you for not turning away.

Thought I'd share this here:^

Context they brought back solar, but solar doesn't have all his memories back yet that's why he said run instead of ruin

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

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Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.