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My name is mahmoud mohammed jaafar jaafar i studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engineer in a local company here in gaza unit the war started, then the company got destroyed and became unemployed and our house is destroyed partially and became inhabitant to live in but nevertheless we stayed in it because we do not else to go i currently live in north gaza where is a scarcity of food and i have 3 brothers and 4 sister one of them died while he was trying to find food for the family so i am the eldest in my family now i have to provide a living for them

Any amount you give me will help me a lot in supporting my family in Gaza in light of the fear and lack of food, medicine and drink

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My name is Mahmoud Mohammed Jaafar Jaafar. I studied computer engineering and graduated from university in 2023 i worked as a software engin

Any amount you give me will help me a lot, even if it is $10.

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I woke up terrified, to the sound of earthquakes beneath us and explosions everywhere. I didn't want to believe it; with time, I realized the bitter truth: the war had returned. More than 200 other people, most of them children, slept like us, calm and reassured, preparing for their pre-dawn meal, but they didn't wake up like us.

Their night in paradise had now ended, and they were now in pieces among us.

If the situation continues like this, perhaps these moments are our last moments in this life. The enemy did not stop at stealing and preventing the entry of food, but he returned to kill us and steal our souls as well.

I don't know where the world is when it comes to this flagrant crime. Save the Gaza Strip 💔

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my name is Aya, I am 26 years old, currently living in the northern part of Gaza City, and I am a mother of two children. My oldest is my daughter, Sana'a, who is 5 years old, and my youngest is my son, Wasfi, who is 3.

Since the morning of October 7th, 2023, our lives have been turned upside down. We have lived through the hardest days of our lives, facing displacement and homelessness. We have been forced to leave our home more than ten times since the war began. We would leave without knowing where to go.

We sought refuge in schools and relatives' homes, hoping we could return home and that this nightmare would end. But our house was bombed, and our dreams were destroyed. We became homeless and displaced.

Every day, we wake up to the sound of bombs and rockets. I lived in constant fear and terror with my children, especially when my family's house was bombed while we were taking shelter there.

We are experiencing a real famine in Gaza. I’ve gone to bed with my children many nights without dinner because there is no food available. We have had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of flour just to fill the hunger of my young children. Even after eating it, we all suffered from diarrhea and severe stomach pain. My children developed rashes on their bodies due to the spread of viruses and the accumulation of garbage. There is also a severe shortage of water, and even when we find it, it's not safe to drink.

My children cry, asking for vegetables, fruits, and eggs, but we can’t afford them because we have no income. The gas shortage has forced us to use fire for everything—cooking and baking—using plastic and pipes because firewood is so hard to find.

My children also developed jaundice, and I struggled a lot to get them better because there was no access to vegetables, fruits, or medicine. I even feared that my son might have developed polio because he already had leg problems before the war, and they worsened due to malnutrition.

Winter is coming, and we have nothing for it. I need clothes and shoes for my children to keep them warm, but I can’t buy them because they are so expensive.

For this reason, I beg of you and hope that you can support me, even with the smallest contribution, so I can provide my children with the most basic necessities of life.

I was displaced with my children to my family's house, tears in my eyes. On the way, Salah Al-Din Street was bombed, and the Israeli occupation committed horrific massacres. By the grace of God, we survived for the first time. We lived in terror and fear. A few days later, my family's house was bombed, and we were pulled out from under the rubble, miraculously surviving for the second time.

When my husband heard the news that we had died, he came to bid us farewell, only to find us alive by God's grace. We returned with him, but as the situation worsened and the fire belts in our area increased, we started to flee again and again, not knowing where to go next.

I beg of you to share my story and help me continue to live.

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A Father's Plea for Help: Rebuilding After Loss🆘🆘🆘🆘

I am a father of six, a man who once dreamed only of providing a better future for his children. Those dreams were modest but rooted in love and determination. In 2014, my home was destroyed by Israeli airstrikes, forcing me to rebuild from nothing. Years of sacrifice went into constructing a new home—a sanctuary for my family. But war has no mercy, and the house we rebuilt was destroyed once more, taking with it every hope I had nurtured.

Before the war, I worked tirelessly to open a small shop selling car batteries and parts, borrowing $50,000 to give my children a better life. That shop was meant to be our stability, a lifeline for our family. But in a single moment, it was all reduced to ashes. The shop, my investments, and every dollar I had saved were lost in the bombing.

Now, I live in a cold tent with my children, haunted by their fear-filled eyes as they ask me for warmth and safety I can no longer provide. The weight of the debt crushes me daily, as the collector demands payment I have no means to make.

I once had everything—a home, a livelihood, and dreams for my children. The war took it all. Today, I stand before you as a father with nothing left but a desperate plea: please, help me rebuild what was lost. Your support can give my children the safety and warmth they deserve and help us start anew.💔💔💔💔💔

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