Save us from the Gaza war

I am Diab, a medical student from Gaza. I was steadily moving toward my dream of becoming a doctor, studying diligently despite all the difficulties, dreaming of the day I would wear a white coat and treat patients. But suddenly, the war came, sweeping away my dreams as it did my home. I lost everything; all I have left are my books and a few papers. Today, I live in a tent amidst the devastation, trying to cling to whatever remains of my hope.

Life in Gaza is no longer possible, not only because of the destruction, but also because the future here has become uncertain, and completing my studies has become almost impossible. I appeal to those with compassionate hearts and humanitarian organizations to help me leave Gaza and complete my education in a safe environment, where I can realize my dream and one day return to serve my people and my family.

My father had a frozen food shop where we made a living. Now, there's nothing we can do to make ends meet💔💔🍉

We're living in a crisis. There's no food or healthy drink. Everything is expensive. There's nowhere to go amidst this war. We live in a tent💔💔.

Any help, no matter how small, could be the step that saves my future. If you can help or know someone who can, please don't hesitate to support and share.🍉♥️

Donate to us, even if it is a little.🍉

Thank you♥️

How cruel it is for a person to find himself in a situation he never imagined… to transform from a professional, from a person who works hard to earn a living with dignity, to someone who extends his hand begging for help, not because he wants to, but because he is forced, coerced, trapped between hunger, injustice and betrayal.

Begging… is not just asking for money, but it is the loss of a part of the self, the breaking of the spirit that used to give instead of waiting for giving. We did not get here because we made a mistake, we did not choose this path, but it was imposed on us by force.

Since when did we run after screens, looking for a glimmer of hope in donation links, sending message after message, enduring embarrassment, facing rejection, being expelled from some people’s conversations as if we were a burden? Since when did this become the reality we have to live?

Do you know what is harder than hunger? Not the lack of food, nor the loss of money… but to have your dignity taken away in broad daylight, to find yourself being fought from all sides, to feel that the whole world wants you to break, to become just a beggar on the doorsteps of organizations and donations.

But we no longer expect anything from the world… not from governments, nor from politicians, nor from those who draw maps with our blood. All that remains for us is you… you are the ones who feel for us, those who support the Palestinian cause who understand our suffering, who realize that what we are living is not life, but a daily struggle for survival.

So excuse us… we have no trick, no power, except with God and then with you.

I was writing to myself on the drafts this instantaneous writings I called:

"Why did they make us like this?!"

I'm sorry and Salam 😓💓

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #502 )✅️ & @bilal-salah0

UPDATE..

Alhamdulillah, today we were able to secure and purchase a 25kg bag of flour at a price I cannot tell you 🙃😁✌🏻

Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.

chicken jockey being the last possible 4chan post is fucking hilarious but there's so many amounts of comedic irony to it.

it's like a tyrant dying from falling over a medium sized brick wall. humiliating end.

ALT

Children in Gaza are losing their limbs every day—just like the little girl in this heartbreaking photo. The war has stolen their futures, their mobility, and their right to live in peace. My own son, Qais, is just two years old. He was injured in an airstrike, and I cannot afford the medical treatment he desperately needs. As a mother with no income, I beg you—please Donate and help us. Your donation could be the reason Qais walks again.

This is the terrifying reality for many children in Gaza:

1. Airstrikes often target residential areas, leaving children with life-altering injuries.

2. Hospitals lack medicine and equipment, and most families cannot afford private care.

3. Children like Qais are at risk of permanent disability, even death, without timely treatment.

I watch my child cry in pain every night, and I can do nothing but hold him. No mother should face this. We need your support now more than ever. Every donation—no matter the amount—can help save Qais’s , his future, and his life. Please, don’t look away. Help us heal.

Donate Now Here

Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭

Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #64 )🍉🇵🇸

Gaza does not die... but it bleeds 😔💔

Unbearable pain... and a wound that won't heal 😢

I am Musab Ahmad Hamouda, born in 1996, a husband and father of three children.

We used to live a simple, safe life—until the bombing came and stole everything from us.

Vetted by @gazavetter #520

Our home is gone... reduced to rubble and scattered memories. 🏚️💔

I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, and still need another operation just to be able to move my arm again. 🩼

But the real pain lives in my little daughter Lama’s hand.

Her tiny hand couldn’t withstand the brutality of the bombing.

They had to implant a metal plate in it, and we are still struggling to afford her treatment.

Watching her in pain... broke my heart before it broke my body. 😭

Please help us and share this message as widely as possible.

Every share can save a soul, and every donation is a ray of light in this darkness. 🌟

Saving Musab’s Family from War

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