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My name is Jaber Al-Haj. I am from Gaza, married to my wife, Menna, and we have a little son named Hashim, who is less than two years old. Like any Palestinian family, we dreamed of a simple and stable life. But the recent war turned our lives upside down. The sounds of explosions never left us, and fear has become part of our daily existence. My son Hashim suffers from health problems that urgently require treatment, but the war has destroyed everything, including the healthcare system, making access to necessary medical care nearly impossible. With each passing day, our suffering deepens, and the fear for Hashim’s health and future consumes me.
Alongside my small family, I used to work with my brothers, Aboud and Bilal, on our joint project—a small lab for producing essential household cleaning products. We started this project with modest resources, dreaming that it would become a source of income to support us and provide job opportunities for our community. But the war left us with nothing. Our lab, which was once filled with life and hard work, was reduced to rubble under the bombardment. We lost our equipment, our livelihood, and with it, a part of our dreams for the future.
Even our home, our only refuge, did not escape the destruction. It was severely damaged and is now uninhabitable. We were forced to flee and live in a tent under harsh conditions unfit for human life. The cold, the heat, the lack of resources, and the absence of privacy have made life nearly unbearable. We try to cope, but every day brings new challenges and suffering.
Today, what worries me the most is my son Hashim's condition. His health is deteriorating, and he desperately needs treatment abroad. However, under the circumstances we’re living in, I lack the means to secure his travel and medical expenses. As a father, there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching my child suffer while being unable to help him.
This campaign is a lifeline for my family in our darkest hour. With your generosity, we can bring hope back into our lives and secure a better future for my son, Hashim. Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a world of difference.
Thank you for standing with us and helping us through this difficult time. Your kindness means more than words can express.
With heartfelt gratitude, Jaber AlHaj
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Hello Tumblr Community,
I am sending this appeal amidst the horrofic Gaza war, calling for help to save my family.
My name is Waleed Ayman Alanqar, 27, a father, husband and respected Electrical Engineer from Gaza Strip. I had a peacefull life along with my beloved wife, Areej, 23, and my precious 3-year old son, Ayman.
Sadly, our lives have been devastated since the beginning of the war. We have been forced to leave the comfort of our house to seek shelter in a safer place, but unfortunately, it turned out that there's no such a thing as a "safe place" in Gaza. Now, we are in a state of constant movement and displacement.
With all the dangers looming around and with the constant state of fear and uncertainity, I have become deeply worried about the safety of my family. For that reason, I have decided to turn to you, Tumblr community, for help. Please, help me raise the necessary funds to safely evacuate my family from war-torn Gaza.
Your donation, no matter how small, can spare our lives from utter devastation. If you cannot donate, please share our story and make the world hear our cry!
In this post, I'll explain in details how the war affected our lives and changed them forever.
11 months ago, we have left our memories in our sweet home to seek refuge in a safer place. Since then, we have not seen our house again! In addition, I have been informed that our memories have been crushed and our home has been damaged! For a small family like us, home means everything. It means warmth, comfort and safety. It is all gone!
My beloved son, Ayman, is now 3 years old, which means that he literally lived the third of his life in war! As a father, I am not only worried about the safety and survival of my precious child, but also about the psychological impacts on him. I want my child to grow up in safe and proper environment. It is his right!
Before the war, I used to work as an electrical engineer at a big tech company. I was advancing fast in my career and dreaming of establishing my own company someday, however; my dreams are now vanished. I no longer work. My savings have been drained out. All I am thinking about now is how to secure my family and ensure their survival.
In this war, I have realized that hunger can be the harshest of your pains and the worst of your enemies. I might be able to endure starvation, but I cannot see my kid going through such a pain! Sadly, we are suffering from the lack of food and other necessities and sky-rocketing prices. Believe me, being a father in such circumustances can be a very challenging task!
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Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Thanks to your incredible kindness, we’ve reached 19,800 out of 30,000. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now: 🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us. 😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment. 💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude, Mosab and Family ❤️
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