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“My name is Hiyam a broken mother, fighting alone just to survive…”

I am a mother of nine children. We lost our father, our provider, our protector. My husband was martyred in the recent attacks on Gaza. He died under the bombs, and left behind a destroyed home and nine terrified little hearts.Since he left, I’ve been battling life with every bit of strength I have… but the truth is: I am exhausted.

Every day, I wake up to the hungry faces of my children. Their eyes ask me, “Mama, what will we eat today?”And I have no answer.No bread. No milk. Not even a blanket to warm their tiny bodies through the freezing nights.

My home was destroyed. My dreams shattered with it.I am not asking for much — only that my children survive, only that they live with dignity, only that we get through one more day.

I beg every person with a heart, every soul that knows what it means to watch your child suffer while you stand helpless Please, help us Be the support we lost. Be the mercy we so desperately need.

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Help Hiam and Her Children

Hello, I hope you and your family are well. My name is Hiam. I am 49 years old, and a mother of nine children-six daughters and three sons. 

Only God knows how we’re surviving And only He can reward those who choose to help.

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My name is Elin, I am 40 years old, and a mother of three children. Not long ago, I lived a peaceful and happy life with my husband — the man who was the reason for my joy. He provided everything for us, and our home was filled with love, security, and dreams for our children😭💔

But everything changed when the war reached us in Gaza......💔

Our home, our safe place, was completely destroyed. Now we live in a torn, fragile tent that offers no protection from the cold, the heat, or the fear that surrounds us.💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

My daughter Alaa is a doctor. She once carried a message of healing and hope. But the war took her job and shattered her future. My other daughter💔, Shaimaa, was a university student.😥☹️ She had dreams and goals, but her education and hopes were stopped by the sound of bombs and destruction.

My youngest child, Adam, was badly injured. He has a skull fracture and needs ongoing medical treatment just to survive. Watching him suffer daily, without the care he desperately needs, breaks my heart in ways I cannot describe.😥💔

We also care for my elderly father. He suffers from high blood pressure and diabetes. Recently, he sustained a serious injury to his left eye, and he needs an urgent, complex surgery — but we have no access to the care he needs😭💔

I feel powerless as a mother. There is no greater pain than watching your children’s dreams fade, and their lives hang in the balance.💔🇵🇸

I know you will never let me down 🙏🥹

We didn’t choose this life. We are not just numbers on the news. We are people — families — who once had normal lives, just like yours💔😭

All I ask for is safety for my children. A chance for them to live, to hope, and to heal

I know you won't let me down🙏🇵🇸

Please, don’t forget us......🇵🇸

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"Oh you had a plague? Come back to us when you had a World War, brand new unconventional weapons, and a new international order."

Holy shit, oh my god! 50 of them??

Justice League: *peacefully existing*

Danny:

Captain Marvel:

Danny: wanna see me stop my heart

Captain:

Captain: absolutely

Everyone with enhanced hearing in JL: *very concerned and frightened panic*

Dick: Hey, Jas- why the hell are you wearing a bucket hat indoors?

Jason, who wanted to copy his big brother's mullet but accidentally lopped too much hair off: Hey, bucket hats are cool, okay?!

Dick: Alright...?

*4 Years Later*

Jason: 'Sup, Ti- why are you wearing a hat indoors?

Tim, who thought Jason's white stripe was cool and tried to imitate it but accidentally bleached way too much hair: Hats are really cool, Jason

Jason: *realises* oh. Oh my god...

*2 Years Later*

Tim: Hey, brat, did you- uh, why are you wearing a hat at dinner?

Damian, who secretly thinks Tim's eyebrow notch is cool and tried to copy it but accidentally shaved off half an eyebrow: Because hats are cool, idiot

Tim: *softly* oh. I get it now...

💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

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With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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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.