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Imagine you are a doctor from a war-torn region. You had to make the choice between doing your job saving others, and saving your own family.

This is Dr. Mohammed Al-Deeb’s story.

Image: Dr. Mohammed Al-Deeb, emergency medical professional at Al-Shifa hospital.

@mohammedaldeeb

Story written by @wolfboy-awoos

Dr. Mohammed Al-Deeb was an emergency medical professional at Al-Shifa hospital for many, many years. Following the destruction of Al-Shifa, Dr. Al-Deeb continued to do heroic work on the front lines in Gaza, trying to save as many people as he possibly could.

But having his own family to save, he had to make the difficult decision to leave Gaza and flee to Egypt with his family. Dr. Al-Deeb is now asking us to pay that bravery and kindness forward.

Images: Dr. Al-Deeb and his family.

Although safer than Gaza, Egypt is not a welcoming place for Palestinian refugees. Egypt has a decades-long policy of discriminating against Palestinians in education, social services, and employment, and many refugees struggle with the precarity of their legal status in the country.

This makes it incredibly difficult for Dr. Al-Deeb to provide for his family. He is asking for donations to be able to provide for his family the basic necessities that many of us have taken for granted.

Image: What remains of Al-Shifa hospital, Dr. Al-Deeb's place of work, after IDF attack.

As we sit comfortably in our own homes, especially during this time of year in the midst of the holidays, I ask of you to put yourself in the shoes of those who are not comfortable, those who are not safe. Dr. Al-Deeb needs your help, and if every person reblogging this donated only $1, $5, whatever you can—although it can feel sometimes that you’re just one person and the weight of the world is ovebearing—if everyone took just a fraction of their resources to do their part, we can make a difference, together. 🙏

You can donate to Dr. Mohammed Al-Deeb’s GoFundMe [HERE].

This campaign has been vetted by the following individuals: @90-ghost, @mangocheesecakes, @sayruq, @el-shab-hussein, @nabulsi.

Imagine being an Information Technology student, your days filled with lectures, coding projects, and dreams of a better future. Then one day, your entire world is upended. You find yourself standing atop the ruins of your home, the bitter wind biting through your clothes as you stare at the devastation stretching endlessly before you. In the blink of an eye, your world has transformed from textbooks and computer screens to survival amid the wreckage of a genocide.

Images: (Top) Mahmoud before the start of the conflict. (Bottom) Mahmoud, standing atop the ruins of his home, destroyed by occupation attacks.

@mahmodjsy8

Story written by @rumiandroses

Before the war, Mahmoud was an Information Technology student at Gaza University, harboring dreams of building a brighter future for his family. Those dreams were shattered when the university was bombed, classes were suspended, and his home in Khan Yunis was reduced to ruins. Now, Mahmoud and his family live in a makeshift tent in a displacement camp, fighting to survive without water, electricity, or access to food.

The winter cold seeps through every threadbare inch of the tent, and the howling wind drowns out the silence left by everything they’ve lost. With his father sick and his brother in need of medical care, Mahmoud shoulders the burden of his family’s survival alone. Every day is a battle against hunger and despair, a struggle to find clean water and enough food to keep his loved ones alive.

Despite the ceasefire, the nightmare continues. The streets of Gaza are lined with hollow buildings and shattered glass, a grim reminder that peace is a fragile but unwavering hope. The infrastructure is decimated, jobs are nonexistent, and the people are left to fend for themselves amid the wreckage. Mahmoud's dreams of finishing his education are now intertwined with a desperate plea for survival—for the chance to escape Gaza, to rebuild their lives, to turn the page on this chapter of endless loss.

Your support can help Mahmoud continue his education outside of Gaza, to rebuild what was destroyed, and to keep his family alive through the darkest winter they’ve ever known.

Please consider making a donation to help Mahmoud's family rebuild, or by sharing his story so his call for help can reach others who can.

You can donate to Mahmoud's GoFundMe campaign [HERE].

Mahmoud’s campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#063) on their list of verified campaigns. His campaign has also been vetted by @beesandwatermelons, and is (#190) on their list of verified campaigns

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From under the rubble, I write these words with a trembling heart...

My name is Mahmoud, I’m 29 years old, from Gaza. I have nothing left but my words and a little hope that kind hearts are still out there. The war didn’t just take my home — it took my dreams, my safety, and the life I once imagined.

Imagine waking up with no roof above you, no bed to sleep in, no food to eat, no door to close and feel safe behind.This is my reality.

This is what my family and I live through every single day.Some days we go for hours with nothing to eat. Sometimes we survive on a sip of water.I’m tired — tired of hunger, of fear, of cold nights and empty days.I’m tired of pretending to be strong when I feel like I’m breaking more and more inside.

I’m not asking for much. I just want to feel human again.

A safe place to sleep.

A warm meal.

Clothes that protect me.

A chance to breathe without fear.

It hurts to ask. It really does. But I’ve reached a point where I have no other choice.

💔Donate please 🙏

Even the smallest help means everything to me.

One dollar could mean one meal.

One share could mean one more chance.

If my words touched your heart, please don’t scroll away.

One kind heart could mean a night without fear.

Be the reason someone like me survives.

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Donate to Help Mahmoud and His Family Survive, organized by Jovan I

Hello, my name is Jovan, and I'm fundraising on behalf of my dear friend Mahmoud. Mahmoud … Jovan I needs your support for Help Mahmoud and

Donation link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/ch8x7k-help-mahmoud-and-his-family-survive