Hello, My Name Is Lama, And I Am From Gaza City, Specifically In The Northern Gaza Strip. I Grew Up In

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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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Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20€ from each person, 20€ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need

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My name is Ahmed, I’m 20 years old, and I’m from Gaza City. I used to dream of a peaceful life, completing my education, and getting a job, but the war has turned that dream into something impossible 💔😭. We lived through this massacre in every painful detail, and we are still in pain 😔. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in the north of Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Strip. After we fixed a small room in our destroyed house to live in and start over, unfortunately, the war returned, stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter and no source of income. We have exhausted all our savings during the war. I know that I started my campaign very late, but that’s because there is no other way to help my family 🙏. I am fully confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these difficult circumstances 😔.

I know that the feeling of starting from scratch is painful and frustrating, but I hope to receive any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

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My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha

Even a small donation would have a great impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

Hello I am Hani from Gaza from Palestine I am seriously injured in my foot more than a year and the need for an artificial joint for my feet every day that passes, our life is getting worse in Gaza, there are more than two million people, we need large amounts of food but with the closure of the crossings, it is impossible every day for food to become scarce and its price rises dramatically, there is no water and not even electricity to run water wells, our life is tragic in addition to all This sounds of explosions and cannons and planes that have never been rare never stop when we ask you to donate you are our only hope with this money we can eat some available food or even some clean water to drink no sanitation or health services diseases everywhere insects too everything is so difficult that you can't imagine what we are going through without experiencing it it's harder than what you see on tv our life is tragic So I ask you to donate to us any amount you can afford for my family and I need something to help 🙏

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Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔 Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check I my blog I and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

🍉🍉🍉 We rely on your donations to have a shelter and provide basic daily necesseties. We need your contributions and support with us, no matter how small it may be for you, but it makes a difference for my family 🙏🏻 Please, Support us with 10$, 25$, or any donation you can make and it will be really appreciated 🙏🏻

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The Israeli occupation army officially announces the return of war on Gaza and the failure of negotiations 🇵🇸

The Israeli occupation army returned to divide Gaza north and south Now Gaza is besieged by the air force and tanks All forms of violence Gaza children cry from fear 🚨

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A massacre now in the middle of Gaza for an entire family blew up an entire 5-storey building on the heads of their owners Their screams reached the sky 💔

Now the Israeli army is completely closing Netzarim and separating the north of the Gaza Strip from its 🥺south after the withdrawal of the Egyptian and Qatari committees and we are trapped without water, food or medicine, the F-35 planes above us and the tanks around us!!!!

Israel continues the massacres in Gaza... 232 souls taken in less than an hour! 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!

The worst news in our lives is the return of war. We don't care about a covenant or a pact. The situation is very difficult to present. This is the first time we are living this life. This is not the life we dream of, but unfortunately, if it is imposed on us, it is not like us. The same pain, the same fear. But the people of Gaza have nothing but patience and prayer. I hope, my friends, that you will pray for us from your heart and make our voice reach the world, not just read. Support us with your donations and share my posts. It is very, very important. If they are not our voice, you are our voice. Let the sleeping world wake up and fight them. The war has returned to Gaza.

The occupation targeted the headquarters of the UNOPS office, a United Nations office for reconstruction and reconstruction and responsible for the entry of fuel into the Gaza Strip, the targeting happened twice, the first did not cause injuries, the second after a few hours, resulted in the death of a UN employee Manuel and the injury of five UNMAS employees who were present at the place to remove the danger of explosive materials, with the knowledge and coordination with the Israeli side, however, the occupation intention was targeted

A few weeks ago me and my gf were at the store. We were holding hands, pretty close, chatting while the cashier was ringing up our groceries. We go silent for like 3 seconds, and this lady looks me dead in the eye and says, “you girls look like good friends.”

Me and my gf looked at each other, then at this poor lady, and I say, “Besties.”

So she continued asking questions like “how long you been friends? Where’d you meet?”

We just went along with it, answering honestly.

So my gf is like, “I’m gonna go out to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

I go. “okay. Love you.” And we kiss.

My gf walks away and the cashier is completely pink, and I’m holding in my laughter. She’s silent as I load the groceries into the cart and pull off to the side to wait for my gf.

Needless to say, we were cackling the whole way home.

I am Nizar Al-Masri, a lawyer from Gaza Strip. I once had a home that was my refuge and shelter, and a law office that was my livelihood—years of hard work and dedication. But the occupation took everything from me. They destroyed my home, my office, my life, my future.

Today, my family of nine is homeless, sleeping in the open with no shelter, no blankets, no mattresses—exposed to the cold, hunger, and hardship. The greatest pain is for my sister, Zain, who has suffered from partial paralysis since birth and requires constant medical care and medication. But now, we can barely afford to survive—how can we provide for her treatment?

In the midst of this tragedy, I found a helping hand from abroad—my dear friend, Tess, who is supporting me in sharing my voice with the world, hoping someone will hear our plea and offer help.

I am calling out to you from the depths of my heart—please help us in this devastating situation so we can find shelter and provide my sister with the treatment she desperately needs.

Any support, no matter how small, can bring back a glimmer of hope.

You can help by donating through this link:

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