Hello, I'm Shahd from Gaza.
I was born in 2006.
I got married a year before the war.
My husband, my daughter, my mother-in-law, and my uncle and I lived in a house before it was bombed.
We were happy until the war broke out.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. We lost our home and became homeless. My husband had nothing, and I had nothing.
My husband, his family, and I were displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. Those were months of longing for my mother and brothers who were in northern Gaza.
My brothers Ahmed and Abdullah remained in the northern Gaza Strip. We were displaced several times because I live in Rafah, a border area close to the army.
During our displacement, we left the house and ran down the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the thunderbolt. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape... Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Ahmed. Ahmed left no children. And my mother is in pain because they departed to God without saying goodbye, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house was severely damaged by demolition and the falling of stones from their places, which sheltered and protected us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out candles that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and more dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals. We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all. Please help me help my family. Anything you provide, even if it is small, will mean a lot to me. Please donate to me.
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined Iâd be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewâmy home, my safety, my communityâwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyâll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itâs become a daily battle just to survive.
Iâve seen things I never thought possibleâstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingâmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but itâs almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iâm trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iâm reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceâjust a chanceâto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a differenceâit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youâre not just helping me escape a war; youâre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
The aesthetic image of the day: this malformed gummy package
hey everyone! These children in Gaza need your help, if you cannot donate directly, please reblog the original post to spread the story! Stay safe if you canđŠľ
Today we took our young son to the hospital because he suffers from two holes in his heart, which affects his breathing and causes him pain. I hope that everyone will help us save our young sonâs life and donate any amount possible to provide treatment and medicine
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đ¨ My Name is Nasr â and This is Our Cry for Help đ¨
Iâm writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.
My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and Iâm sharing our story not because I want toâbut because I have to.
đ The war took everything from us.
In just moments, my entire world collapsed.
My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.
My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.
Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblingsâlittle children who have seen more horror than any child should.
We used to live a simple life.
We werenât rich, but we had love and hope.
Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.
Every night, I wonder how Iâll feed them tomorrow.
Every morning, Iâm just thankful weâre still alive.
This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.
We are now struggling to afford even the basics:
A home, food, medicine, and safety.
Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.
Even $10 đľ can help us:
Buy food for the children đ
Get essential medicine for my father đ
Buy them clothes or warm blankets đ§Ľ
Give them a small sense of safety
If you canât donate, you can still help.
đ Re-share this post. Spread our story.
You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.
We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And weâre asking you⌠please donât look away.
đ Help us survive. Help us feel human again.
Draw ur crew or something idk this isnât the whole gang
I guess Iâm a part of the hellpark/ cosmic bumpkins community???
Sparkle on! Don't forget DL6! The artist for the pfp I'm using is Yucheng Li
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