Hello, I'm Abood From Gaza. I Need Your Help For My Mother... My Mother Is The One Who Gave Me Life And

Hello lm hamdi ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help me and my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible .

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Hello, I'm abood from Gaza. I need your help for my mother... My mother is the one who gave me life and I want to help her continue her life. 😭🙏

My mother has a cartilage disease and needs medicine and vitamins, and their price is so expensive that I cannot afford them for her. The price of the medicine is $100, the vitamins are $50, and going to the doctor for physical therapy is $25. Help my mother for treatment and recovery. She is my whole life. Just donate.😭🙏🫂😔

‼️Helping me means helping 5 members of my family..‼️

🥶We're freezing🥶

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, in Al-Mawasi specifically... My family and I were displaced from Rafah after hardship, bombing, displacement, and hunger.😭😔

Now we have been away from our city and our beautiful home for 9 months. We have lost our house that my father built stone by stone and he worked 24/7 to build this house. But the occupation destroyed it, and no house remained in my beautiful city remained intact.😭💔💔

We are now living in a tent or semi-tent, which does not protect us from the cold of winter or the rain. Our lives are very difficult.😔😭

Thanks to your donations, we have been able to buy food and flour, and now I am asking you for help to buy a tent that will protect us from the cold of winter. We do not know what it means to sleep because of the extreme cold.🥶

This is our tent made of fabric and some nylon, not closed on one side. We are freezing from the cold. Help us to buy a new tent. You are our last hope.😭🥶🥶🙏

I also want to ask for help for my mother, who is the most precious thing in my life. Without her, I am nothing...

She has a back cartilage disease and is in great pain. She needs physical therapy, medicine, and vitamins, and I am unable to provide them. Help my mother receive treatment.🙏🙏😭

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Omg can you write about nick getting his wisdom teeth out, like his bf is there comforting him while he’s scared and when he’s done it’s really funny.

Hold my hand

Summary: you go with Nick to take out his wisdom teeth and comfort him.

I walk impatiently from one extreme of my living room to the other, Nick is on his way to pick me up so I can be there for the surgery. Chris texted me that he was crying, Nick couldn’t sleep most of the night, I am a bit anxious if I’m being honest, I know how sensitive he can be. I hear a car horn outside my house so I take a deep breath and grab my backpack, I go outside and close the door behind me.

"Hiiii." Chris smiles throw the half-lowered window and waves at me, I smile and wave back. When I open the car door, I see Nick covering his eyes and tearing up.

"I can’t, I hate this." He murmurs and I coo at him. I sit next to him and kiss his forehead.

"Hi baby." I whisper to him. "Hi Matt." I say louder. Matt greets me back and starts driving slowly. Nick hides his face on my chest.

"You know what they told me?" Nick looks up at me with his wet eyes, I shake my head. "The tooth fairy won’t come to see me again!" He starts crying again, I gulp and look to Chris who is laughing and to Matt who is trying not to laugh.

The whole ride there was chaos, Nick sobbing and his brothers laughing and trying to comfort him, my supporting hand on his and my arm wrapped around his shoulders.

When we arrived, I grabbed his hand while they put the IV on him. I tried to hold my laughter back when the anesthesia kicked in because even when our relationship wasn’t a secret it wasn’t something public either. I sat with Chris and Matt and waited, I drank some coffee, I checked some e-mail, and when he was done, we all jolted from our seats and entered the room. Nick was… groggy, to say a word. His eyes moved around the room, and when he saw all of us, he smiled widely.

“Hii.” He said to us, I grabbed the camera as his brothers walked up to him.

“How are you?” Chris asks, Nick puts his thumbs up. We share a laugh.

“You feeling well?” Matt asks.

“Hm. I hate this.” Nick mutters while waving the tiny square attached to his finger.

“No, don’t take that off.” I speak. Nick turns around to look at me and smiles.

“Hi handsome.” He winks at me, but his eye closed to hard and for too long, making it look goofy. I smile at him.

“Wanna say hi to your boyfriend?” Chris laughs walking to me and taking the camera off my hands. He gives me a little push on the arm and I walk towards Nick.

“Wow, you are hot.” Nick babbles and I chuckle.

“Nick, we are in public.” Matt scolds him.

“Thanks. I think you are hot too.” I pat his shoulders gently.

“Come on, don’t indulge him.” Chris talks behind the camera.

“WHAT!? I can’t speak my mind now?” Nick frowns and tries to cross his arms but I hold them still.

“Careful, your IV could move.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Come on, stay still. I’ll cuddle you when we are home.” I see him smile quickly.

“Okay, I like that.” he tries to stay still but I see him play with the gray square on his finger a bit.

After talking with the doctor, waiting for all the medicine to go into his blood, getting the care package and all the instructions from the dentist we made our way downstair with Nick in the wheelchair.

“Nick, look at me.” I laugh behind the camera of my phone; he looks at me and playfully raises his arms and smiles. “Great picture, love it.”

“Wanna see.”

“I’ll show you when we get to the car.”

The car wasn’t very far, we put Nick into his seat and with a bit of a fight we buckled his seatbelt. I sat next to him, holding his hand telling him how brave he was and how proud I am of him. His little smile and blush were the best reward. I smiled at myself knowing the surprise that awaited home. (Ice-cream and his teeth he thought he lost).

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Tiny extra:

“Nick sit down, you are not a drag queen, you are still a bit weak from the medicine.” I say while looking at him dance in front of the tv.

“If I was drugged, could I do this?”

“NICK!” I grab him and we land on the couch, he laughs manically and I sigh loudly. “Jesus, this is like babysitting.” I feel him pout against my cheek. “What? You feel sorry?”

He shakes his head. “They eliminated my favorite queen.” His eyes water and I rub his back up and down, trying to console him for that lost, even when we have seen this season more than 5 times.

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Hello 💕💕 everyone, I hope you are well. I want you to help me and donate to buy a tarpaulin for my tent to protect me and my children from the rain. We are in the winter and the cold is severe, and my children are exposed to disease. You know that during the war, we were displaced in tents, and the tarpaulin needs 50 or 100 dollars. I hope that you will donate even a little for the sake of my children.

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Hello, I am Hanin, 40 years old, living in Gaza

. I am a mother of 4 children, Jamil, Ahmed, Karim and Rital, all of whom are school students. We have been living in tragic circumstances for more than 10 months. I lost my job as a teacher because of the war. I owned two houses, which were partially destroyed and then burned. I lost a lot of my furniture. Because of the destruction, we were displaced to the Mawasi area of ​​Khan Yunis. Now, I, my four children and my husband live in a tent and suffer from severe shelling, lack of food, water, health care and all the necessities of life. During this war, my children fell ill with hepatitis. We find treatment only with difficulty. Insects have multiplied in the tents, epidemics and diseases have spread, and we suffer from difficulty in obtaining the necessities of life, extreme heat in the summer and cold in the winter. In addition, the tents have become worn out and water has entered the tents, damaging everything in them, and the water has reached our clothes, in addition to the shortage of cleaning materials and their high prices. This war has cost us a lot of what we own: housing, money, friends, and health. Now all I want from you is to help me and my children rebuild our future and start a new life.

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‼️Hello my friend‼️

I know you receive messages daily, mostly from people asking for help but I am Rana from Gaza, a mother of four young children. My house was completely demolished, and now I and my children are homeless and now I live in a worn-out tent this winter. My husband's business has been completely destroyed, with all his training centers demolished Now there is no food, clothing, or medicine for my children. Also, I am eight months pregnant and will give birth to my child soon in the tent. I want to buy him pampers, milk, and clothing, this thing is too extensive and i dont have money

Please help me your donation is my last hope🙏🫶

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Imagine this:

You once had a warm, safe home filled with love and comfort. Your children laughed and played with their favorite toys, cuddled in their cozy beds, and wore clothes that kept them warm through the seasons. But now, all of it—your home, your children’s comfort, and your family’s security—has been reduced to nothing but memories.

Images: Images of Rana's home in Gaza, before and after the attacks.

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Story written by @visionsofaselfmademan

For Rana Abdul-Jawad, a wife and mother of four from Gaza, this is her heartbreaking reality. Her beautiful home, once a haven of joy, was destroyed, leaving her and her children in a torn and worn-out tent. They now face the unrelenting cold of winter with no warm clothes, no covers, and no reprieve. Her children shiver through each moment, vulnerable to illness from the freezing temperatures, and struggle to survive the harsh conditions.

Recently, the winter rain storms have flooded their fragile tent, soaking everything inside. Rana has spent entire nights desperately trying to stabilize it against the wind and rain, fearing it might collapse entirely. Despite her efforts, the tent cannot properly shield her family from the bitter cold or the relentless rain.

Image: Rana's tent, flooded with rain and barely holding up under the heavy winter rain storms.

Rana’s family needs your help. The soaring prices caused by war have made basic necessities like clothes and blankets unaffordable.

Rana’s plea is simple yet profound: “Please, save my children.”

Images: Rana's beloved children.

Your donation, no matter how small, can bring warmth, comfort, and hope to this family. It can mean the difference between enduring the cold and finding safety and security in these desperate times. Let’s stand together to help Rana’s children find warmth and peace again.

You can donate to Rana's GoFundMe [HERE].

This campaign has been vetted by association [LINK].

‼️Hello my friend‼️

I know you receive messages daily, mostly from people asking for help but I am Rana from Gaza, a mother of four young children. My house was completely demolished, and now I and my children are homeless and now I live in a worn-out tent this winter. My husband's business has been completely destroyed, with all his training centers demolished Now there is no food, clothing, or medicine for my children. Also, I am eight months pregnant and will give birth to my child soon in the tent. I want to buy him pampers, milk, and clothing, this thing is too extensive and i dont have money

Please help me your donation is my last hope🙏🫶

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art by malak mattar

The Occupation has systematically destroyed every social infrastructure that makes civil society possible, whether it be healthcare, food systems, or education. In an attempt at genocide, they've targeted schools, hospitals, businesses, and every person who supports their community through their profession.

Rana and Ahmed (@ranafam2) are educators from Khan Yunis (Northern Gaza Strip), with Rana as a statistics professor at the Islamic University of Gaza and Ahmed as the principal of his school: both institutions have now been destroyed.

Palestinians have survived occupation for well over a century now, and they will remain steadfast, but they need your support.

In my conversation with Rana, she told me:

"Providing food and drink for my children right now is impossible. A bag of flour costs 1000 shekels ($272) and milk, for my little girl, is 100 shekels ($28). This is the least of what we need.

As for the tent, today my children froze from the cold because the tent is very, very, very worn out. And we drowned when it rained for a while. We couldn't sleep.

Please, if you know someone who can donate to me, I need it very, very much so that I can at least survive."

To help them get through this week, we must raise at least $1000 to cover the cost of flour and milk. The long term goal is $100,000.

As of today (12/28), we are at:

$177/$1000

Donate here.

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Piss off your parents.

Summary: in which your parents think you shouldn’t have a boyfriend or go out on dates because your last partner was a bad person and left you in a bad chapter of your life. You think they shouldn’t control your love life and rant about it with your friend Nick, until he gives you the great idea of dating him.

Warning??: talk about parents being controlling and swearing

‘’I told them that they have no right to tell me who I should and shouldn’t date, like it’s stupid, I’m not and idiot, I know who is a good and a bad guy.’’ I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

‘’Well, you swore with your life that your ex was nice and now we are having this conversation so…’’ Nick raises an eyebrow and I let out a sigh.

‘’I mean, he was manipulative, everyone thought they were a nice person.’’ I try to defend myself.

‘’I never liked them, you know that, I told you.’’ He says in a stern voice, and it’s true, I was to blinded to see that he was always right.

‘’I know, I should have listened to you, they are a prick and I understand my parents’ concerns but I just want to go out on dates and have fun with someone, they shouldn’t be like… I don’t know, like this.’’ Nick takes a sip from his Dr Pepper can and raises his shoulders.

‘’I get it but not completely. You are upset but you know why they say that you shouldn’t date for a while. But what do you want to do about it?’’ I hate that he is so smart and always tries to help me, I’m whinnying over nothing, my parents are right, but I’m too stubborn to admit it.

‘’I want them to leave me alone, to not be involved in my love life, should I rent a boyfriend just to piss them off?’’ I say as a joke, but Nick narrows his eyes and tilts his head.

‘’Are you being serious?’’

‘’No… maybe? I don’t know, I want to piss them off a bit but I won’t rent a boyfriend or something like that, that’s insane.’’ I try to laugh it off.

‘’Then ask me.’’ He looks me dead in the eyes, can of Dr Pepper in one hand, squeezing it a bit.

‘’What?’’

‘’Ask me, you want to piss off your parent? Date someone to scare them?’’ I nod a bit, he leans in, his empty hand making his way to my shoulder. ‘’You don’t have to keep looking, I’m right here. I’m attentive, a good listener, strong, have a great taste in music, I’m funny as fuck, I know you more than you know yourself. Plus, I have every single feature you like, tattoos? I have them, long hair? I have it, tall guys? I am tall.’’ He lets out a sigh, I’m dumbfounded, I don’t know what to say. ‘’And yes, before you ask it, I like you. So, if you want to have fun and go out on dates, if you want to make your parents scared, anything, I’m right in front of you.’’

I swallow, I think my cheeks are red, his gorgeous blue eyes piercing right through me.

‘’I like you, truly. I like you and I thought you didn’t, so I dated the prick of my ex because I thought it will help me get over you. But you hugged me and cleaned my tears every time he disappeared or we fought. I just couldn’t stop liking you, I’m so sorry.’’ I rant, like I always do when I get nervous, he knows it, so he grabs my face with his right hand and kisses me, it lasted like 15 seconds, enough to shut me up, but to little and leaving me wanting more.

‘’y/n, shut the fuck up, please. Don’t apologize.’’ He kisses my forehead, his hand doesn’t leave my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. ‘’You are so dumb for not realizing I’m basically head over heels for you. So, are you gonna ask me out?’’ I nod and grab his other hand.

‘’Will you go out with me?’’ he smiles.

‘’Yes. Of course, I will. You know your parents won’t be mad, they love me.’’

‘’They do, so annoying.’’ I roll my eyes and put my head in the crook of his neck. Nick wraps around his arms around me. A car pulls behind us and honks, Nick looks up and rolls his eyes, I look over my shoulder and Matt is in the car with the window down, Chris drinking a Pepsi in the passenger sit.

‘’Are you dating yet?’’ Chris says leaning in and smiling widely. ‘’Also, hi y/n.’’

I smile and wave my hand at them. ‘’Hi Chris, hi Matt. Kind of, I asked him out, now he has to ask me if he can be my boyfriend, but we are together pretty much.’’

‘’Don’t tell them that, god, they are gonna be so annoying.’’ He rolls his eyes and grabs his backpack. ‘’let’s go.’’ He grabs my hand and helps me stand up; we sit together in the back of the car. I smile while Matt and Chris tease Nick and he rolls his eyes while cursing at them and telling them to shut up.

u should write something abt the reader getting too drunk or high and being a hot mess.he’s nicks bestfriend and he confesses his feelings

More than that.

Summary: you ask Nick to pick you up from a party a few houses down his. After him helping you make your way to his home you accidentally confess your feelings.

Tw: drunk reader, cursing.

My vision is blurry, the world is spinning to fast, the music is too loud. I stumble my way out of the house into the garden, I lay on the grass floor besides a tree and look at the branches move. It looks so pretty, the wind hits my face and I get cold, I wanna go home.

I don’t even know when I grabbed my phone and I called Nick.

‘’What the fuck? It’s 2 in the morning, why are you calling?’’ Nicks voice come from the other side of the line, he wasn’t sleeping, he was probably editing a video or doing a Ru Paul’s marathon again.

‘’Come pick me up, please. I’m cold.’’ I whisper into the phone laying on the floor besides me.

‘’Shit, are you drunk?’’

‘’Yes, sorry. I need a hug.’’ I hear stumbling and keys moving.

‘’Send me your location.’’ He guides me because I can’t remember how to. We stay on call; he tells me he is on his way and I just listen to his voice while caressing and playing with the grass. I hear the call end and I see Nick standing in front of me. ‘’Come on, let’s go home.’’

‘’Can’t. grass is my new bed.’’

‘’Come on, you asked me to pick you up, don’t be a baby.’’

‘’What if I’m a baby? how do you know I’m not.’’

‘’I can see you. Come here.’’ He kneels in front of me and puts my phone in his pocket. He sits me against the tree and helps me put on the hoodie he had over his shoulder, it’s soft and it smells like him. ‘’I swear if you puke on it I will kill you.’’ I put my head against his shoulder and sigh.

‘’Won’t, promise. You are warm, I’m no longer cold.’’ I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck.

‘’That’s good, stand up, we are going home.’’ He tries to lift me up but I don’t let him.

‘’Nooo, wanna hug you.’’ I slur out.

‘’You can hug me all you want when we get home, plus you’ll get to do it in a comfy bed.’’

‘’And your hoodie?’’

‘’And my hoodie, I won’t take it away.’’

‘’M’kay.’’ I stand up the best I can, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and we start walking, it wasn’t a long walk. The fresh air was nice, I think I’m rambling and saying non sense, but I’m not sure if I’m thinking it of just saying it. ‘’Sky’s pretty. Like you.’’

‘’Let’s go inside, you are drunk.’’

‘’We are hooome!’’

‘’Sh…’’ he puts a hand up to my mouth. ‘’everyone is sleeping, shut up.’’

‘’I’m not sleeping, you are not sleeping, not everyone eepying.’’ He rolls his eyes with a smile on his face.

‘’Lot’s of people are sleeping, so be quiet.’’ I nod and we go to his room quietly. I throw myself into the bed, cuddling with his pillows and blankets, a wave of sadness invades my body.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He sits besides me.

‘’For what?’’

‘’I know you don’t drink and don’t like when other people drink too much around you, I know you don’t like drunk people… I’m sorry.’’ I hug his pillow against my chest and hide my face in it. He plays with my hair.

‘’I don’t mind when it’s you.’’ I lay my head on his lap and he keeps playing with my hair.

‘’Thank you. That’s why I like you so much…’’

‘’We should talk about this tomorrow….’’

‘’What if I don’t remember, will you tell me?’’ he doesn’t say a thing. ‘’You don’t like me?’’

‘’No, it’s not that. You are drunk, we should tell this when we are sober.’’

‘’I’m sorry.’’ I sit up and he hugs me.

‘’Don’t be. I’m here, it’s okay.’’ A feel a knot on my throat. ‘’I was planning on telling you soon anyways.’’

‘’So you like me back!?!’’ I look at him, wide smile on my face.

‘’SHH, yes dumbass. Let’s get you some water.’’ He stands up and I go behind him to the kitchen.

‘’How much you like me?’’

‘’We’ll talk about it tomorrow.’’

‘’This much?’’ I make put both of my hands facing each other, almost touching. ‘’Or this much?’’ I pull my hands apart a bit. ‘’Because I like you this much.’’ I open my arms completely. ‘’And a bunch more. Don’t have arms long enough.’’ He smiles looking at me.

‘’Here’s your water, drink it.’’ I grab the glass and drink all of it.

‘’But how much?’’

‘’Tomorrow crybaby. Let’s go to bed.’’ I pout at him. ‘’We will cuddle.’’

‘’Yes, awesome.’’ I scream whisper and he grabs my hand pulling me into the room. ‘’Just so you know, I like you.’’

‘’I know.’’

HockeyPlayer!Nick x FigureIceSkater!reader

• The two of you met by accident. He had a match in the ring next to yours, when he entered, he didn’t notice the whole place was empty until he heard a sharp blade hit against the ice, and when he looked up from his phone, in the ice were you jumping and spinning around. He was dumbfounded, never has he seen a guy look this graceful on ice, it was always pushes and shoves when he was on the ice.

• When you finish your program you pose on the middle of the ring, when you hear a ‘Wow…’. Nick who was still standing there admiring you got a bit shy of his natural reaction. Then, to make the situation more awkward he added. “So… this is not the jockey ring, right?” you laughed, and pointed the direction to him, and when he was about to leave, he complimented your performance and shyly asked if you trained there usually.

• From there, your relationship bloomed, you told him about your competition next weekend expecting nothing of it, but he actually went, and cheered and clapped harder than anyone. No shame at all.

• Your flirting consisted in mocking each other for their sports. What do you mean you can score a point but not do a double axel? Or, what do you mean you can spin on ice but can’t hit the puck?

• Lots of dates around skating. Him teaching you how to play hockey and you teaching him to do simple movements to do in pairs.

• You always go to his matches and wear his spare jersey (he loves that, he goes crazy when he sees his name on your back) to cheer him up. You become good friends with the rest of the team (specially his brothers).

• He always goes to your tournaments (no matter if they are on different states) and always arrives with a bouquet of flowers or a box of your favorite sweets (sometimes both).

• He loves to tie the laces of your skies.

• He loves to put his helmet on you because it fits a bit big and he thinks its cute.

• He will make you watch the matches of his favorite team and you eventually learn a few names and recognize a few faces.

• You make him watch the performances of your favorite figure skaters (mine if Yuzuru Hanyu btw, just wanted to say that lol) and he eventually learns the name of a few movements. He still doesn’t get how they (and you) spin so many times in the air.

• He loves to help you choose your outfits for the tournaments; he is very good at it.

• If he loses a match, he is very upset and needs lots of cuddles and kisses. Every time his coach is rude to him, he will bury his face in your neck and mumble about how they don’t appreciate him.

• He loves when you cheer for him and take photos of him. He won’t say it, but he melts when you show him off.

• When he gets injures, he is very stubborn but listens to you when you tell him he needs to rest. On the other hand, you still want to skate even when injured. So, he literally has to restrain you in bed so you can recover, he will lay on top of you (being careful to not squeeze the injured part of your body) so you can’t get up.

• Is very sassy and annoyed when the judges are biased or didn’t score to his liking (he think you should win every single competition you enter). Surprisingly is good friends with your coach (Nick bough them cookies and now they are besties).

• Once he bought two new pair of skates (one for him and one for you) and exchanged the laces from one of them, now you have a skate with white laces and he has one with black ones. He says that is to carry each other every time you step on the ice (which is when the both of you train and give your best). “It’s my lucky charm… and my mantra, when I see it, it reminds me that I can’t punch the other players in the face because you don’t like violence.”

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Hello👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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Dear friends around the world, Greetings to you from Gaza, the land of pe… Heba Nasef needs your support for Helping Heba Family : Escaping

If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.