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I’ve received a lot of hate over the last year for asking for money as if it’s not humiliating enough. I wish I could stop. I wish I could get my degree, get a job and provide for my family, but that’s impossible now, impossible, and this is our only option. Flour has almost become extinct and the price of a bag will soon reach $1,000 again, just like last year, at the height of the famine, when all we could eat was grass and animal feed. Please don’t let us go back to the lowest point of our lives.

My whole family is experiencing dizzy spells all day long from the hunger. Soon I will go back to that sorry state I was in just a few months ago, when I fainted multiple times a day, every day. All of the food we can find goes to my grandmother and my youngest sister first, but the rest of us still need to eat. We are a family of ten rapidly starving in northern Gaza.

Please help, I swear I’ll be thankful for anything. If you can’t afford to donate, or if you don’t trust me enough to, then please at least share and I won’t ask more of you. Please.

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Please don’t let us die, that’s all I’m asking for 😭🙏

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Cry for Help from Beneath the Rubble

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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🚨Urgent humanitarian appeal 🚨

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The war hasn't stopped. I'm still living in the rubble because I found my home a pile of rubble. Imagine spending your whole life in the rubble, with no protection from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.

I'm Mahmoud from Gaza. 🙏 I'm asking you to help me complete my university studies and feed my family. 😢 We are facing a real famine and prices are very high due to the scarcity of resources and the closure of the crossings. 💔 We are not receiving any aid. I ask you to donate to me to buy flour, which now costs 100 shekels per kilo, which is about 30 dollars, and vegetables, which are unimaginable prices. Help me by sharing my story and donating to my family. 🙏🇵🇸

My dream is to complete my studies (in Gaza or abroad) to build a better future for me and my family. Your support will help us overcome this ordeal and achieve this dream. Thank you.

No one sees the effort that goes into every meal... We are sitting here by the fire, and our hearts are boiling just like it.

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Help Mahmoud's family build a better future

Hello, my name is Kristina, I am writing this message on behalf of my friend in Gaza who desperately need our help: 

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"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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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

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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‼️🚨Urgent appeal, very IMPORTANT 🚨‼️

The crossings are closed again‼️

We need your help, the situation is unsuitable and dangerous, we need your help, you are our last hope... Food, clothes, milk, and everything else has become expensive, and we are in the holy month of Ramadan...😭😔🤲

We want food to eat after fasting for 15 hours, nothing is like before... The prices are very expensive...😞

The elderly, our children, us... we all need food, drink, medicine, milk and winter clothes... We live in tents that do not protect us from the cold of winter. 🥶

Please help us... Any donation will save our lives and the lives of our children.🙏😭👶

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Help Lama's family to rebuild her life

Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband Mohammed is 30 years old, we got married in 2022 in a beautiful, warm and quiet

omg please stop making grown ass characters act like six-year-olds under the guide of them being soft/hyerfem.