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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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The war has returned, and the smell of death is everywhere.

The bombing and missiles never stop, There is no more food, drink, or even a safe place to sleep.

Even the internet connection has been cut off, and I am no longer able to share my story with you.

My loyal friends, please donate even a small amount and share my posts to reach donors.

I need you by my side. You are my only hope, Help me save my family from death and get out of Gaza to live in a safe place.

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Hello, I am sorry but my messages cannot send when it is done in private, to answer your question- I do not have the means to donate, but I have went to your blog and reblogged the donations sites/posts that you have, I am sorry for being unable to do anything significant, but I hope that this may help you reach someone who can. I hope that you and your family are safe.

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Just the amount of happiness i get when i see this as my background at 10 in the morning is indescribable

@abdalsalam1990 is the same age as my youngest brother. Nader is only seventeen years old and living through a genocide. He has taken the responsibility of working hard every day to reach out to people online and spread his family’s story, in hopes of raising the money they need to survive with the rapidly increasing food prices in gaza, his father Ahmed’s cancer treatment, and eventually save up enough to evacuate so that Ahmed can get the treatment he needs to survive his illness. This is a huge task and difficult work that no one should ever have to do just to survive, and especially not a teenager. It’s so much responsibility on his shoulders, at an age where he should be hanging out with friends, going to school and preparing for his future, not fear for his life every day. But of course he continues to do it because he loves his family and desperately wants to bring them to safety. Nader has hopes and dreams for the future, but this genocide has taken so much from him, and this is his only chance to live the life and future he deserves. You can help give him that chance ❤️🇵🇸 any donation helps

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No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury. Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.

Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness. To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, don’t leave us alone in this suffering.

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I am Abdulrahman, I live in Gaza. Please help me.

This fundraising campaign is dedicated to the family of Abdulrahman, 35, whose extended family is struggling to provide for his children, es

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Today, February 12, 2025, the people of Gaza face yet another chapter of forced displacement. After months of suffering under bombardment and starvation, reports now speak of plans to expel us to Egypt and Jordan—an attempt to erase our presence from our own land. This is not just a news story; it is our reality.

Thank you my friend Zara, for the beautiful drawing 🥹❤️

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I am Kareman Dohan, a mother to a young child. We lost our home and everything we owned because of the war. We survived the bombings, lost our loved ones, and now we are threatened with being uprooted from our land. We are not asking for the impossible—just the right to stay and rebuild our lives where we belong.

I have launched a GoFundMe campaign to help us stay and rebuild our home so we are not forced to leave. Your support, no matter how small, sends a message that we are not alone and that we will not be erased.

You can contribute here: 👇

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Thank you for your support and solidarity. You are the hope we hold onto in these difficult times.

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My mother makes us bread despite the difficult situation and the lack of necessities of life 😔

The war has entered its ninth month and everything is getting worse 💔

Please help me get my family out of there and protect them from war and bombing🙏🙏

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GRENADE.

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Reposting because I am a Fool and a Buffoon who forgot to add knives/daggers as an option AND only set the duration for one day

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‎‏We are from the Gaza Strip, which suffers from wars. I lived through 5 of these wars, and I lost my eyes and fingers hand , and my other eye was damaged. These were the previous wars until this 2023 war came and destroyed everything from my home and my workplace