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Please Help Me Feed My Children in Gaza – We Are Starving

Dear kind soul,

I never thought I would have to write a message like this. I am a father of five children, living in Gaza — and we are starving.

We have no food. No clean water. No safety. My children cry from hunger every day, and as their father, my heart breaks because I cannot feed them. I have injuries from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is getting worse, but the worst pain I feel is watching my children suffer without being able to help them.

This is not a famine. This is forced starvation. We are being deprived of food and aid. We are dying slowly, silently.

Please, I am begging you — if you can donate anything, even the smallest amount, it can mean a meal for my children. If you cannot donate, please share my plea with others. Your voice could reach someone who can help.

Your compassion can save lives. Your help could mean that tonight, my children go to bed with something in their stomachs.

Please don’t ignore this.

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Hello.

We are in Gaza 🇵🇸

are suffering from hunger,😞 destruction, displacement, disease and bombing, where the weak in Gaza have becomes. It is catastrophic because food is not available for humans, so what about animals?

I have two cats 🐈🐈and I have not found food for them because their food is very expensive and not available. I ask you to help in providing food for them. and to my family 🙏🙏

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Help my family save themselves from hunger

Hello, I'm Ayoub from Gaza. I know asking for donations isn't easy. I now support an entire family. We live in an unbelievable famine; we wake up and go to bed hungry. We don't have money to buy food; it's incredibly expensive.

We need to buy vegetables and flour. 🙏😭

A small donation from you makes a huge difference in our lives. With your donation, you could save a family from death.

Thank you for standing by us during this difficult time. 🇵🇸🙏

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This powerful image captures the face of a wounded Palestinian woman whose hijab is soaked in blood—likely her own or that of a loved one. Her eyes tell a story of unimaginable pain and strength in the face of loss. She stands in a chaotic hospital hallway, surrounded by others in distress. As an oppressed and weak woman from Gaza, I see myself in her. I, too, have suffered greatly—my baby, Qais, was injured in the war, and the hospital refused to treat him because we cannot pay. Please, I beg you to help us. Your donation can provide the medicine and care Qais urgently needs.

Life in Gaza is unbearable for women like me.

1. I wait in line for two hours just to bring food back to our tent – food that is never enough.

2. I clean the shoes of strangers on the street– just to earn a few coins for Qais's medicine.

3. We were turned away from the hospital– they said no money, no treatment, even for a child as young as Qais.

I carry this pain in silence, but I cannot bear it alone anymore. The woman in this picture used her hijab to try and save her son’s life. I am doing everything I can to save mine. But without help, I fear I will lose him too. Please, Donate anything you can—no matter how small. Even a few dollars could mean a meal, a medicine dose, or a chance for Qais to live. Share this, speak up, and help us survive.

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Why Is No One Helping Me?⚠️‼️‼️😥Although I am vetted like the other supported campaigns‼️

I write these words today with a heavy heart, filled with sadness and confusion. For a long time, I’ve been doing everything I can to promote my campaign — posting, sharing, asking people for help, even if it's just a single share... but it seems no one is listening.

Every time I hit "post," I hope my message reaches someone who can help or at least someone who cares. But the responses are always disappointing. No engagement, no shares, not even a word of support. It feels like I’m shouting into the void.

Right now, I am in desperate need of help. This isn’t a luxury or an extra request — it’s a necessity. My situation is very difficult, and this campaign is my only remaining hope. All I ask for is a small gesture, a human touch — just one share could change everything.

I’m not asking for much. A simple post about my campaign could reach someone who is truly able to help. You don’t have to donate money — even spreading the word is a form of kindness.

If you won’t help me now, then when?

And if not you, then who?

Please… don’t scroll past this without doing something.

👉 Here is the link to my campaign: [https://gofund.me/69d9ed7c]

Your share might be the reason someone sees this and decides to help. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

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Help Asmaa evacuate her family and treat her husband abroad

I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

Share my campaign 🙏

Thank you 🤍