to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
Please do not ignore our suffering and leave us alone My name is Salman Helles, from the stricken Gaza Strip. We were displaced from the north of the Gaza Strip to the south of the Strip, and the family was dispersed in tents and displacement shelters. Our situation is very miserable. We do not have any of the necessities of life. We would not have asked for support and donations except because of our dire circumstances. Please donate to me as much as you can and make sure that your donation, no matter how small, contributes to saving us. If you cannot donate, share my campaign on your blog
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"Trapped Dreams"
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In a small corner of Gaza, where the lights fade and darkness falls, Mahmoud sat alone, thinking. He was a young man like any other, dreaming of a better future, a safe home, and a job that would provide him and his family with a decent life. But the dream turned into a nightmare, and life into a daily struggle for survival.
Mahmoud's family, which includes 43 members, lived under the burden of siege and war. They lost their homes, and watched their dreams fade before their eyes. Every day was a new challenge, searching for a living amidst the lack of water and electricity, and the fear of bombing that could come at any moment.
"I saw hope in the eyes of my children, but the siege was taking it away from them little by little," Mahmoud says sadly. "They wanted to play in the streets, and go to school, but all that surrounded them was destruction and fear."
Mahmoud's dream now is simple, to get his family out of this hell, and to start a new life in a safe place. But the costs of migration are high, and far beyond their means.
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โWe need your help,โ Mahmoud says, his voice trembling. โWe need a chance to build a better future for our children.โ
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I donโt usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home ๐ก. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasnโt always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I lovedโsome of them are gone forever. ๐
My little child bears the trouble of fetching water for us, even though at this age he should be playing and having fun like children. This is the condition of our children. Their weak bodies suffer because of responsibility.
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My child suffers from unknown skin diseases in the form of pimples and burns
. He is in severe pain and cannot sleep comfortably. This is due to the lack of money to buy detergents and medicine to treat him. Everything around us is unclean. Environmental pollution surrounds us everywhere. Help me get money to protect my children from this epidemic. If you cannot Share it with your friends so that someone can help me and save my family
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Hello, my name is Mahmoud from Gaza. I have four children... Since October 7th, everything has been destroyed. Our house was bombed and my children, Rital and Lian, were injured. She is sick with nerves and needs treatment. Also, my wife was injured in the spine and needs treatment abroad...
I want you to donate and help my children or share this post with others.. Thank you very much for your support and generosity towards us....
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People think war ends with a ceasefire. But for us, itโs just another kind of battle.
How do we rebuild a home that no longer exists?
How do we find work when everything has been taken from us?
How do we escape when the cost of leaving is impossible?
How do we afford surgery for my mother-in-law when survival itself is already too expensive?
The weight of these questions is crushing, and I carry them every second of every day.
If you can, please help by sharing our story. Awareness is survival. Hope is action. And even the smallest kindness can change everything.
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