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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Gaza is bleeding, and we are still here, clinging to life.

We wake up to funerals and sleep to the sound of bombs.

There is no clean water. Barely any food. No medicine. No safety.

We sit in the dark, waiting for a light that never comes.

Pretending to be strong while our hearts starve and our minds tremble.

All we want is one ordinary day.

No terror. No loss.

No lines for bread.

We just want to live.

If this moved something inside you, the link below can help

Your share can save a life. Your silence won't.

This is not just a post. This is a cry for help. From Gaza, with pain.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help me and my family escape the war in Gaza, organized by Asma Ayyad

I am Asmaa, 25 years old, the daughter of this beautiful family of 8 members. … Asma Ayyad needs your support for Help me and my family esca

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THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

Legend has it she still flops around ireland👀

My dear friend, 🌹

Welcome, I hope you are well. 🙏

I am writing to kindly ask for your support in reblogging my pinned post on my page❤🙏.

My name is Inas Imad from Gaza, and I am married and also pregnant with my first child. I may lose my child due to extreme hunger and the lack of medicine.

The situation is very dangerous in Gaza

In short, there are no minimum necessities for human life here. The situation is catastrophic and devastates humanity. Famine is intensifying, poverty is intensifying, goods are running out, and the danger of bombing is all around us.😟

I appeal to you and seek your help to share our story and our suffering through your pages, and to provide us with support and concern.🙏

My fetus is in danger and I need medications and needles to complete my pregnancy،This is my first child after three years of trying to get pregnant😭😭

Thank you very much.

Inas Imad from Gaza

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #425 )✅️🇵🇸🇵🇸

Campaign link🔗⬇️

https://gofund.me/ba6c3d2b

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@aburakhiaibrahim needs your help!

Ibrahim has been raising funds for his family of 28 in Gaza for a very long time, but his campaign is going very slowly. Due to Israel's repeated violations of the ceasefire agreement, they haven't been getting food, water or medicine. Can you imagine how difficult this must be?

You can help Ibrahim by donating to his campaign, and sharing it even if you can't donate. Every action helps, no matter how small it may be

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Donate to Seeking Safety: Support My Family's Journey to a safe place, organized by Samah Aburakhia‬‏

Dear Compassionate Community, My name is Samah, and I com… Samah Aburakhia‬‏ needs your support for Seeking Safety: Support My Family's

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

I'm not against this clown coming in my room, personally!