Israel returned to war again. The bombing is everywhere. We are being exterminated here and the whole world is silent.
In a moment, 400 people were killed, most of them children and women.
There is no food, no drink, and no way out of this hell.
We are dying before your eyes please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something protest, donate, participate.
I don’t want to die! Please support me with any amount that will promise me to buy food, drink, medicine and survive me and my family
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.
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.
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.
Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you? And find nourishment at the very sight of you?
Selfie with My nephew
He is so small
One month and one week
I hope he will be with his dad soon🙏
"From the Heart of Gaza... A Mother's Cry"
I am Fatima, a mother to a child who hasn’t yet turned two. We live in Gaza, where there has been no electricity for over two years. Yes, more than two years in complete darkness... No coolness to relieve the summer heat, no warmth to protect us from the harsh winter.
Our water is polluted, we have no money or food. Prices are astronomical, even a loaf of bread has become a distant dream. There’s no cooking gas, and if there is, it’s priced beyond what anyone can afford. We revert to primitive methods... cooking over fire, enduring the smoke, wood, and fatigue, just to feed our children something to fill their stomachs.
My child doesn’t know what childhood means. He has never experienced a clean toy or a warm bed. All he knows is the sound of bombs, hunger, cold, and the tears of a mother trying to stay strong.
We dream of escaping this hell, to give our child a chance at a life beyond the violence and suffering. But to do so, we need $10,000 to cover travel expenses.
I write to you today with my heart, not just my hands, asking for nothing but what helps us survive. Any donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives. Be the hope in Gaza’s long night... Be the light in our darkness.
Donation link:
https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/U9VTW69AYYDBQ
Share, donate, and spread the word... Perhaps mercy will find its way into hearts.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
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I'm so scared to losing my family 💔💔🥺
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For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.
My baby is too little for this bad suffering.
All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏🚨🚨🚨
The money for evacuation is:
$5000 for me
$5000 for my husband
$2500 for my baby
All remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.
You can donate here
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
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 shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s 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 everything—our 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 family’s 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.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
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