Hey guys! I hagen’t updated you on Mona’s initiatives in a while, because I’m hoping many of you already follow her on Instagram. But since the last time we fundraised, Mona has been able to do a whole host of initiatives to distribute goods in Khan Younis! From diaper distribution to the distribution of hygiene products, soaps, shampoo, clean water? Food, hot meals, ingredients for cooking, etc… please do not hesitate to donate! Every dollar helps more than you know! P*ypal link.
My friend, please save my brother. He’s on my deathbed, my brother’s bad condition. I can’t do anything. I hope you can help us, my friend. Please. 💔💔🥺☹️
I try to ask others for money, no one wants to help me. I’m so frustrated. I can’t help my brother from death 💔
I’m afraid of losing my brother, please help me 💔🍉
My brother is now in the hospital, and we need money to be able to have my brother’s operations 💔😞
We don’t have enough money to do all this. I’m helpless, my friend, I’m afraid to lose my brother. Please help me and send me the money so I can provide all this for my brother. Please, please. 💔💔☹️🍉
This is please please donate with your donation will save my brother my friend I am afraid I will lose my brother please donate to us your donation contributes to saving my remaining brother from the rest of my family 🙏💔
i’ve shared amal’s gofundme (@amalashuor) several times, but i just received messages from her that broke my heart
amal is a 26 year old mother from gaza. she is an incredibly dedicated and loving mother to her year old daughter, maryam. before the war, she was studying to receive her masters degree in french language. on her instagram (@/amal_sufian97_) she shared beautiful photos of her life and family in the years before the war.
now amal, her husband, and maryam have been displaced several times and have nowhere to turn to. amal wishes to finish her degree, and both she and her husband want nothing more than a better life for their young daughter. every time i receive a message from amal, my heart is full knowing she is still alive, but it breaks for her suffering. i implore you, please donate any amount you’re able to help amal and her family escape gaza. they deserve nothing less than safety, warmth, love, laughter, security, and life. as of july 6th, €1,025 / €30,000 has been raised. her campaign is also included on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi’s spreadsheet of verified fundraiser (#175). if you’re unable to donate, please share. i want nothing more than to give amal hope that she can provide a better life for her daughter.
Almost all of my feed today has been of dead Palestinian children; mothers hunched over the bodies of their children, families wailing, fathers holding their dead infants singing lullabies to them. It’s horrific.
The UN reports that almost 70% of Palestinians killed by Israel are women and children.
The same report states that children aged 5-9 account for most verified deaths in Gaza.
Investigations show that 335 bullets were fired by Israeli forces at a family car where 6 year old Hind Rajab was trapped and killed.
Doctors and nurses testified to the overwhelming number of children who were killed by sustaining gunshot wounds in the head or neck by Israeli snipers.
NICUs have been a specific target of strikes and destruction, to the point where today there are only 54 incubators remaining across all of Gaza.
Israel is waging a “war” against a besieged population, of which nearly 50% are children, and yet they try to convince everyone that this is anything but a war on children? This is a genocide in every sense of the word, where the past, present and future are being actively annihilated.
I am writing to you now and my child is asking me why you do not buy us winter clothes, Dad. I feel helpless in front of them, I feel oppressed!
I am writing to you as I used to buy the best clothes for my children every winter season!
I think about the beautiful clothes that the Zionist occupation burned in my house. I say to myself, why did we not take the clothes with us to the place of displacement, but we did not think for a moment that we would not return to this house.
It’s too late, my friend!
It’s too late!
When we left our house, our souls left us. We left behind every past, present, and future, and our bodies remained carrying pain and oppression that mountains could not bear.
Guys, I am Siraj from steadfast Gaza, and we are being subjected to a global conspiracy against us, with a war of extermination and starvation. They are trying to kill us in various ways.
My friend Ahmed is trying to raise money for his family’s survival, he has limited internet access so he cannot promote it consistently and he is getting very few donations, please spread the word and help if you can!
I am Asala from Gaza. I lost my husband at the beginning of the war, and I lost my home and my source of livelihood. Now my only daughter, Alia, and I are displaced in a tent. I do not want to travel, nor do I want to collect money, nor do I want to survive. I only want to feed my daughter and buy her the basics. Now she is sic due to malnutrition. Please, you are our only hope. Do not leave us. I do not want to lose my daughter. She is all I have left.
🔗Donating $20 is the price of a meal or a cup of coffee. It doesn’t cost you much, but you save the life of a 3-year-old girl who has lost her father💔
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Thank you for standing with me in difficult times. You, my friends, will always be in my prayers.
Rebuild with Me: A Journey from Destruction 💥to Hope ✨
🚨 Urgent Help Needed! 🚨
Hello everyone, I’m Osama Basil, a web developer from Gaza. The ongoing war hasn’t just destroyed my office—it has shattered my livelihood and crushed my dreams, leaving my family in an extremely difficult situation. Yet, despite these overwhelming challenges, I refuse to surrender and remain fiercely determined to push forward.
💡 Why I Need Your Help
I’m aiming to raise €15,000 to rebuild my office, install a solar energy system, and secure stable internet access—which are crucial for my work as a freelance web developer, since there has been no electricity in Gaza for over a YEAR!!—and pursue a master’s degree.
This support will allow me to continue working, meet my essential needs, and provide for my family in the face of the overwhelming cost of living in Gaza, where the closure of crossings and severe shortages of goods have made survival even more difficult. With this help, we can begin to rebuild our lives and regain a sense of stability during these incredibly challenging times.
Every donation, no matter how small, means the world to us. I’ve shared more details in the campaign link below. Your kindness will truly make a difference.
Hello friends, I kindly ask you to take a moment to read my latest update about my campaign and help me in reaching my short-term goal. 🎯 My new goal is to raise €5,000 by November 15, 2024.
My husband Mohanad and I both worked as administrators at the Palace of Justice in Gaza.
We got engaged just two months before the war,
bought an apartment, and began dreaming of a new life together. But the war changed everything. Our workplace and apartment were destroyed, and we lost our jobs. Despite it all, we chose to move forward and got married in the middle of the war, with no wedding ceremony—just a simple union that symbolized resilience amid the devastation.
We’ve been displaced multiple times, each time facing a new eviction order and starting over again. We were forced to leave everything behind and flee with only a few belongings. The displacement was devastating, as we had to leave behind the life we built and the dreams we held for our future.
Today, we live in a small home in Al-Nuseirat, struggling to cover basic needs like food, water, and alternative electricity, facing monthly expenses we can hardly bear. Recently, a new eviction notice was issued for our area, and we don’t know what lies ahead. We’re searching for online work and have skills we can utilize, but finding opportunities has been very challenging under these conditions.
After renting the apartment in Nuseirat, we thought we had found a safe haven from the horrors of war. But on the night of 3-11-2024, explosions erupted nearby, and we never imagined one would hit our apartment. Suddenly, a missile struck; walls shook, parts collapsed, and windows shattered, leaving the room we had just been in destroyed.
We miraculously survived, but the place that once felt like a refuge had become a scene of chaos and destruction. With heavy hearts, we gathered what little remained and moved on once again, hoping to find shelter far from this endless devastation.
